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jeankirsteinsgirl · 9 months

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Omg I’m ovulating and I need Jean right now 🥸could you pls write something about country boy Jean and a shy reader 🙈 I just know he is so charming, low key kinda cocky, and drives a pickup truck 😿😋

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WC: 5.5K (i promise its worth it)

Summary: city girl reader comes home to her family far and sees Cowboy Jean

CW: finger-sucking, cunnilingus, creampie, slut, good girl, princess, sweetheart, Jean has a huge cock, slight dumbification, slight degradation, doggy, spanking. NSFW MDNI 18+!!!

It’s been a few months since you’ve been home but you’ve really been missing the small back-roads town you grew up in. Growing up, generally, no one really left your home town so it was rather unusual for you to take a job in a big city a few hours out. No matter how hard you tried to convince yourself you knew in your soul you longed for the sound of the crickets at night under the full moon, the one diner in town with the absolute best burgers and shakes, the smell of your family’s farm wafting through your open window at night, and how much brighter the stars shined under the wide country sky.

You missed it more than you cared to admit, so coming back home to work on the farm for two months this summer didn’t sound too bad. Your mom posed the idea one night when you were ranting to her about the stress of your “big city job” over the phone and she suggested you were just homesick and needed to take some time off, get back to your roots, and she was right. So here you were driving down the interstate through miles of nothing on either side in your fancy new car that dramatically contrasted with the dusty environment around you. You knew you’d hear a bunch of grief from your friends and family about how you dressed now and the loss of your sweet southern accent but you were prepared. Pulling into the long gravel driveway of your family's farm just on the outside of what was actually considered “town” you saw your dog run down from the front door to excitedly greet you. You walked out slamming your car door and slinging your bag over your shoulder before smothering your best friend with pets and kisses “Wish you’d do that to me sweetheart” came from a low raspy voice behind you in that signature cocky southern tone, you didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. Of course, it was him, your father's favorite farm hand, Jean. How could you forget that he’d be here?

You and Jean had a long history, and by history you mean the ongoing phenomenon of you secretly pining after him for years as he worked for your dad and him constantly flirting with every woman he laid his eyes on. He was very popular around town, especially among the girls. When you were home you’d always see Jean dragging back a different girl to his cabin next to the horse stables and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, deep down feeling just a twinge of hurt that it wasn’t you.

You just rolled your eyes and stood up, walking towards the front door of the big white house you grew up in “C’mon darling, I don’t even get a proper greeting?” He said smirking while leaning his right arm against your car “I’ll see you later when I go to help out with the stables Jean..” you replied in a mildly annoyed tone promptly reaching the door of your house and slamming it shut behind you. You were already stressed out about your job the last thing you needed to be stressed about was Jean fucking Kirstein.

You walked up the rickety old stairs stained with splotches of paint, dirt, and who knows what else before reaching your room, the first one on the right, unfortunately with a perfect view of Jean’s cabin through your big, open window. You quickly shut your curtains and turned away from the view. You were not doing that. Not again. You didn’t need to know who Jean was gonna bring home tonight and cry into your pillow like you were 16 again.

So you unloaded your things onto your bed and walked back downstairs to your mom who had already prepared a huge lunch for you. She insisted working in the city with such a stressful job had made you far too skinny and you needed to “put some meat back on those bones” so she sat you down at the round dining table in the corner of the kitchen and placed a cornucopia of your favorite foods from when you were little, her famous southern mac n cheese, a few tenders of fried chicken, some green beans for vitamins, and of course a slice of apple pie complete with a scoop of vanilla ice-cream and a coke. “I’m never gonna eat all of this mama” you giggled looking down at the absolute feast laid in front of you, god you’d been here for maybe 15 minutes and your slight accent had already made a comeback. “Well baby whatever you don’t finish we’ll have for dinner how ‘bout that hm?” She said sweetly stroking your arm “Saw you talking to Jean out there. Such a sweet boy, that one. I know your father likes him a whole lot.” You laughed softly to yourself at your mother’s comment of Jean being a “sweet boy” not wanting to get into an unnecessary argument, all you asked in response was where your father was, considering it was strange he hadn’t greeted you in one of his famous bear hugs yet. You were informed he went into a town a few towns over to pick up some more cows for the farm and wouldn’t be back for about three days. Three whole days you will have to work on the farm with just Jean, without the presence of your father as a buffer. Great.

You scarfed down the delicious meal your sweet mother so graciously prepared for you, maybe she was right, you hadn’t been eating enough. You put what was left over in your oversized fridge and thanked her once again for welcoming you back with such open arms. You did the dishes and took your dog for a run, trying to put off your farm responsibilities until tomorrow mainly for one reason in particular. Unluckily for you the path you took on the run winded through Jean’s smoking spot when he was in-between tasks, how could you forget that?

“Hey, princess why don’t you take a break and sit with me, hm? Got an extra cigarette just for those pretty lips.” He exhaled, smoke ghosting over his lips as he patted the spot next to him with his large hand. As much as your heart longed to find some semblance of affection in Jean’s flirtation you knew you weren’t special, he flirted with every breathing female who crossed his path, and playing into that would only hurt your feelings more in the long run. So no you would not smoke with him, you had things to do, none of them being Jean Kirstein.

“Don’t smoke anymore, ‘ts bad for you, you know.” You remarked annoyingly trying to come off completely disinterested in his advances. “Oh, I see, the big city’s turned you into a good girl huh?” he teased taking another long drag, god he looked so good like this. All sweaty from working outside all day, tan with a slight sunburn across his nose dotting just a few freckles, his hair pushed back. “I’m not about to take advice from someone with a mullet” you scoffed and continued your walk as he protested behind you, it was hard to walk away from the opportunity to sit with him but you had to do it. You couldn’t run the risk of being any more captivated by him than you already were.

After you returned from your walk and had been sulking in your childhood room a few hours later the time had come, like a doomsday countdown your mom stalked your door and asked why you hadn’t been out to see the horses yet. “They miss you a whole lot honey, don't know why you’re leaving 'em all high and dry like this.” She said with a slight tone of disappointment. She was right, it had been forever since you’d been in the stables and you couldn’t let Jean keep you from the horses forever, besides that wasn't fair to them. You’d just have to tough it out. Who knows maybe he’ll be somewhere else when you decided to go check up on them and perform your chores.

You agreed with your mom and sighed as you pulled your body away from the soft comfort of your warm bed. It was boiling hot out so you needed to change it if you were going to be doing any actual work. You threw on a tank top and pair of old cut-offs you’d cut from jeans when you were 17. You looked pretty good you weren’t gonna lie to yourself. You headed downstairs out the front door and into the stables. Luckily it appeared the only living thing inside was the horses. You breathed a sigh of relief as you greeted each of them, pressing soft kisses to their noses and scratching the special spot they like behind their ears. You noticed at least two of them needed a bath, god does Jean even do anything around here besides antagonize you?

You set your hat on a fence post and led one of the horses out into an open area where she could be bathed. You grabbed the hose and went to work scrubbing her silky mane and making sure to get her hooves as well. While you were diligently working on the task before you, Jean returned from wherever he was previously causing trouble. You caught him out of the corner of your eye just outside the big open doors of the stables talking to a tall blonde girl. “Yeah baby ‘ll see you later tonight all right,” he said in that sly seductive tone as he pushed some of her fried blonde hair behind her ear, and even worse you could see his large calloused hand resting on her ass. God you wanted to disappear right then and there, why did you have to be subjected to Jean’s promiscuous affairs? You pretended not to notice and continued working a brush through the black main of the horse in front of you “Can you believe him” you whispered to her “You probably can I guess, you must see it all the time” you said as you began to work little braids in the freshly brushed out mane. “Hey Princess picking up my slack huh” his voice came from the open doors as he stomped his way towards the other horse that needed to be bathed. “Not really, I’m just doing what needs to be done around here. Someone has to.” You scoffed in response to his obnoxious comment, how could you be so into him when he’s so aggravating?

You couldn’t stop thinking about his hand on that girl’s ass and his promise of seeing her later tonight, the look of lust behind his pretty amber eyes. Why couldn’t that be you? It’s not like his standards were high and you weren't ugly… why had he never chosen you. “What you thinking about over there pretty girl?” he said “Nothing just trying to get my work done so I can go back home” you replied nonchalantly not wanting him to see behind your facade. So you finally got your work done and succeeded in avoiding Jean for the rest of the night. You kept your promise to your sweet mom and ate your leftovers with her at the dining table before heading up to your bathroom for a hot shower. As you soaped up your body you thought of his hands, how they would feel against your soft skin, what his lips would feel like against yours, then you thought of her. About how he’s probably bottoming out in her as you were showering and the thought made you shiver. You could always check… He left his curtains open all the time, you could see what he was doing right now. No that’s pathetic. You're not 16 anymore. You quickly finished your body and wrapped yourself in a warm towel before walking back down the hall to your room to get dressed for the night. You finished up your nighttime routine, brushed out the long locks of your thick hair, and threw on a big comfy shirt you kept from one of your past boyfriends.

Walking to your bed to scroll through your phone for a little bit the curtains blew open from the movement of the air and you could briefly see into Jean’s window. You didn’t turn around, for about 5 minutes that is. You couldn’t stand not knowing what he was doing. You had to know if he kept his promise of meeting that girl, so you slowly walked over to your window and took the thin fabric of the curtain between your fingers, carefully moving it to the side.

Your fears were confirmed when you looked straight into his bedroom and saw his slender fingers digging into the hips of some girl with a terrible fake tan. Her face was contorted in pleasure and you could even hear them as Jean was making her scream around him due to their proximity. You saw his face too, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and little strands of his brown hair making their way into his eyes, a red tint across his cheeks from exertion and a slight glimmer of sweat against his skin. You shouldn’t be watching this, this is a private moment between Jean and whoever his girl of the night was, but you couldn’t help yourself. The way his hips snapped up into her with delicious fervor just had your mind wandering about how that would feel if it was you instead. His abs contracting with each thrust had your hands wandering down the hem of your cotton panties as you sat back on the edge of your bed. Your eyes were glued to him the entire time as you slowly played with the wetness pooling between your legs, dipping your fingers inside yourself imagining they were his. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm as your breathing grew deeper and more labored. His grunts and groans were music to your ears as you felt yourself slipping over the edge. You called out his name as you let go, your body shaking with pleasure.

Your eyebrows now too were furrowed in pleasure as you watched him please the girl bouncing on top of him, You briefly shut your eyes as you got closer to your approaching high, imagining he was thrusting into you, whispering nasty things about how good you were for him. You wanted him- no you needed him so badly. As you came on your delicate fingers you opened your eyes to the pornographic scene displayed through your window, and whether you imagined it or not you could've sworn for just a second that Jean’s eyes were on you, watching your body heave up and down at the pleasure you gave yourself. But just as soon as it happened it was gone, he was whispering dirty inaudible things to the girl below him, you weren’t sure if he spotted you watching him at all.

No, he didn’t, it was just your imagination, you decided. Jean’s never been in your room, he doesn’t know you have a view of his house from your window so why would he look in your direction at all? It just doesn't make sense.

Having found comfort in your conclusion that Jean had not caught you touching yourself for him while he fucked another girl, you quickly washed your hands and tucked yourself in for the night, dreading having to see him tomorrow. You lay in the dark and thought about the situation. You wondered if you should confront him or just pretend it never happened. Your heart raced as you tried to decide what to do.

Unfortunately, the sun rose the next morning, bringing about a new challenge of having to face Jean after the last night. You slept in for as long as you could, hoping to burn the daylight and not face him any sooner than was absolutely necessary. Your mom, however, knocked on your door around 10:30 to make sure you were feeling okay, as it was unusual for you to sleep in on the farm, thus beginning what would be a painstakingly long day. You ate a quick breakfast of microwaved oatmeal, you figured if you had to face him, it would be better to get it over with, kindly declining your mother's invitation for a home-cooked breakfast. You made your way back upstairs and threw on your uniform of a tank top, hat, and jean shorts before slowly walking towards the barn to begin your tasks for the day. Surprisingly Jean wasn’t in the barn when you arrived and instead were two new farmhands your dad recently hired from town. Teenage boys, looking for a little extra money on the side. This happened occasionally when the farm was under a little more stress than usual. You just tipped your hat to them and went on with your work as they did theirs.

You were lugging bales of hay into a pile in the corner when you finally heard him arrive. The sound of his old pickup truck sputtering to a stop could be spotted from a million miles away. He stepped out and into the barn and surprisingly, he barely spoke to you all day. No sarcastic comments, no flirting, just a “Scuse me” every now and then when he’d accidentally bump into you.

It was nearing the end of the day which had gone at a surprisingly fast rate without being taunted by Jean. You were wrapping up your chores and started to say your goodbyes to the farm hands when he walked up to you. “Hey princess wanna come back and have a drink with me on my porch, we gotta lotta catching up to do. Wanna talk to you before you run off again.” He said in a more sincere, but slightly arrogant manner, a tone of mystery to his voice. You decided you’d have to talk to him at some point and after last night you’d have to get over your stupid little schoolgirl crush on him. You figured actually having a conversation would be good exposure therapy to get a head start on getting over him.

So you followed in his large footsteps back to his rusty old truck he’s used to pick up countless girls and sat down in the front. He pulled out of the driveway of the stables and it was a quick 3-minute drive back to his house. The drive was quiet and the expression on Jean’s face was one you hadn’t seen in all your years of knowing him. It looked like there was a marble rolling around in his head. What was he thinking about? God, what you would do to find out. He stepped out of his old truck and swung open your door for you, what seemed like a sincerely nice action, very out of character for the Jean Kirstein you knew. You quietly followed him up the wooden stairs to a set of old dilapidated rocking chairs on his front porch. He motioned for you to take a seat, and he sat in the chair next to you. You both sat in silence as if he was waiting for you to say something. You braced yourself for whatever it was he wanted to talk about.

As you sat he flung open the screen door to his house and returned a minute later with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He poured two drinks and handed you one. He held his glass up and said, "Cheers." You clinked glasses and sipped your drink, still anxious about not knowing what was on his mind. He leaned back, drink in one hand and the other behind his head as he rocked back in his chair. Suddenly the realization of what was happening hit you, what do you even say to him Do you know I’ve liked you for 5 years? Why were you banging that trashy blonde girl last night? Did you see me touching myself for you? Your thoughts wandered everywhere except acceptable conversation topics. You opened your mouth to try to say something, but nothing came out. You simply stared at him, unable to process the situation and all the emotions running through you, eyes focused on his piercing amber gaze.

"Missed having you 'round here princess," he said nonchalantly as he rocked back in his chair, seemingly lightening the mood. He felt the tension too and wanted to make you more comfortable. You swallowed the lump in your throat and found your voice again. You managed a small smile and replied, "Missed being here I guess." You shrugged and looked up at the ceiling before swallowing a large sip of the whiskey, hoping it would give you a little liquid courage. "Big city girl now huh? Not used to being back on the farm." He chuckled and you could feel the tension dissipate slightly, yet still uncomfortable. The question had been stirring in your brain all day. Had he seen you? Is that what he wanted to talk about? He handed you the bottle and you both sat in a brief silence, watching the fire flicker in the lanterns lighting up the doorway. "I'm still me Jean, just been gone a while that's all…” you trailed off awkwardly “Still know my way around the farm." He smiled and you felt an overwhelming sense of relief wash over you. You smiled back, grateful for the reminder that you were still the same person underneath it all. "Seems like you forgot your manners, sweetheart." He chuckled as he stretched his arms over his head, revealing the little trail of hair hiding just above the hem of his jeans as you tried not to stare for too long.

Taken aback, you tried to understand what he meant had you said something? “Well I don’t think I’m the one who’s been rude lately Jean, you barely looked at me all day. Might’ve said all of three words.” You said with furrowed brows, your voice trailed off sounding a little angrier than intended, accidentally letting your frustration out. “Oh yeah? And why do you think that is princess?” he said a small smirk forming on his face as he sipped his whiskey. “I dunno” you whispered under your breath as you looked down at the floor to avoid his intense glare, feeling your heart speed up. “Didn’t your daddy ever tell you it’s rude to look in people’s windows” and with that your heart stopped, your hands grew clammy and you couldn’t swallow the lump in your throat.

He knew. Fuck. Of course, he knew. That’s what this is all about. “Jean I-” you started to say before he cut you off. “Don’t apologize, princess, you think I haven't seen you staring at me, hm? Watching me workin’ out in the sun probably getting all nice and wet for me.” “I’ve been watching you too sweetheart, walking around in those tight little shorts basically beggin’ me to fuck you right there.” He said nonchalantly as if he was just asking how your day was, sipping his drink.

Were you dreaming or did Jean Kirstein, your father's favorite employee, just say he wants to fuck you. You didn’t know how to respond so you simply stuttered out what came to your mind first “B-but that girl th- the blonde one-” you said shakily, not having looked up at Jean once since the conversation took this turn.

He stood up from his creaky chair until all you could see were his muddy boots next to yours. He grabbed your face gently with his tough, calloused fingers to make you look up at him “Wanted to put on a good show for ya. ‘Was thinking about your pretty little body under me the whole time. You know how cruel you are wearing those tiny ass tank tops, showing your tits off to all the farmhands? Know how many times I’ve thought about you wiggling under me, hm? I don't give a fuck about any girl I bring back, how could I when I'm thinking of you the whole time?"

With that, as you were about to respond Jean yanked you up to stand beneath him, smoothly catching your lips in a sloppy wet kiss. The taste of whiskey on his tongue made it all the more intoxicating, the way his hands roamed your body. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss as his tongue explored your mouth, teeth lightly grabbing your bottom lip between them.

Without saying anything Jean lead you into his house straight to his bedroom and sat you down on his creaky bed, towering over you. He removed your clothing painstakingly slowly as his lips ghosted your neck before taking in the view below him “Even more fuckin’ sexy than I imagined” You could see him growing hard against his jeans as you tugged at his waistband “N-need you Jean, need you so bad” was all you managed to whine out. As he removed his dirty work clothes before you your eyes wandered over his toned muscles, your mind roaming a million different places from his fingers inside you to his huge cock.

You reached for his thick cock, pretty pink tip absolutely dripping with precum but he tsked “Uh uh baby, I’m here for you, alright? Now why don't you show me how you play with yourself for me, hm?” He whispered in your ear, chill bumps racing down your spine as a vibrant red blush crossed your face. The thought of touching yourself for Jean made you both extremely embarrassed and extremely turned on

“C’mon princess you weren’t too shy last night now were you?” He said as his teeth lightly scraped the sweet spot on your neck making you let out a soft moan. You simply shook your head and leaned back against his pillows. You took your bottom lip in between your teeth and slowly lowered your dainty fingers down to your core, you could feel your pussy already dripping down your soft inner thighs as Jean’s gaze stayed locked on you. You began rubbing slow circles on your needy clit as you looked up at him “This what you do when you make yourself cum for me?” Jean asked, his signature cocky tone returning. You nodded and started to dip one of your small fingers into your aching pussy softly whining out “Jean..” “Yeah what do you think about baby, hm?” he said inquisitively, watching every movement of your hand on your messy pussy, making him harder than he thought possible. “Think about y-your hands and how they’d feel, s-so big and strong-” you whimpered out as you added a second finger to your sopping cunt. “Yeah just my fingers, princess?” He asked cockily, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear you say it. “N-no, think about your cock too a-and your mouth…” you trailed off, voice getting quieter as you felt a familiar knot begin to build in your stomach.

“Mhm and what about my mouth?” The thought of you getting yourself off to him turned Jean on so much and he needed more, needed to know exactly what you thought about. “Y-your tongue, all over my pussy a-and sucking on my clit-” you were cut off as your orgasm ripped through you, overcoming you like waves crashing on a beach, eyes squinted shut. you were accustomed to making yourself cum fast due to your very little free time.

Jean saw you unravel beneath him, mouth slightly agape as your juices pooled around your small fingers. As you pulled them out Jean replaced them with his rough thumb, rubbing lazy circles on your over-sensitive clit. You wined out and dug your fingers into his muscular back as he touched you “If you can’t take this baby, how are you gonna take my cock?” He chuckled as he squeezed one of his long slender fingers into your tight cunt. “So fucking wet for me…” he said pulling his fingers out and spreading them in front of you to showcase your wetness before sliding them into your mouth “Be a good girl and taste yourself for me m’kay?” He said eyes filled with lust as you sucked his long fingers deeper into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them as you tasted the tangy stickiness of your cum.

“Such a good fuckin’ slut for me aren’t you?” He said as he removed his fingers, shoving them back into your pussy harshly making you gasp “Probably thought about this a million times huh, me having my fucking way with you. ‘M gonna fuck you like the slut you are, always teasin’ me when I’m at work” your pussy clenched at his words and he chuckled “yeah you like that don’t you? Like me calling you a fuckin’ slut” You nodded as he removed his fingers and moved your hands to your knees “Hold these pretty legs open for me while I eat this pussy okay baby?” He said in a commanding tone before using his ring and middle fingers to spread your pussy open for him “So fuckin pink and wet for me god, this is the prettiest fuckin pussy I’ve ever seen” he said before lowering his mouth onto your swollen clit, tongue doing figure eights all over your dripping pussy. You could feel his scruff against your skin as his hair tickled your soft thighs “Taste so sweet for me baby, said you want me to suck on your clit right?” He asked making direct eye contact with you as you nodded, he removed his mouth from your desperate pussy before saying “Good girls use their words, sweetheart" with a deviant smile “Y-yes Jean I w-want your tongue on my clit” you said, embarrassed at how he had you sprawled out in front of him, already willing to do whatever he wanted. “That’s a good girl” he smiled before attaching his mouth back on your sensitive pussy, sucking and lapping at you like he was never going to eat again. It felt so good you couldn’t control yourself as his skilled tongue ran over you, tears forming in your eyes, knees shaking as his name rolled off your tongue like a mantra.

Before you knew it you were cumming all over his face “Yeah there you go princess, give me all of it, want all of your fuckin’ cum” he said as his tongue continued to assault your swollen clit, riding out your orgasm until he was completely satisfied. You looked so fucked out beneath him and he hadn’t even given you his cock yet, but you needed it, you craved it. Needed the way you knew it would stretch out your tight walls. “Turn over for me baby,” he said placing a soft kiss on your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that has fallen on your flushed face as a result of your earth-shattering orgasm. You turned your body over onto your elbows, chest flat against the bed and round ass in the air as you heard Jean stroke his cock a few times. “Been thinking about fuckin’ this tight little pussy for so long baby” he said as he caressed the soft skin of your ass before pressing a harsh slap into the skin, seeing it turn red for him. “You want my cock, huh?” he asked cockily as he spanked you again. “P-please Jean I need your cock” you managed to whine out “I can tell baby, your pussy is just fucking dripping down your thighs onto my sheets, making such a fucking mess.” He chuckled as you moaned at his words, dragging his aching pink tip up and down your wet slit just to tease you. "P-please Jean, I need it-" you begged before he slapped his fat tip against your clit making you whimper. "You need it huh? Beg me, baby, beg for my cock." He smirked as you bucked your hips backward hoping to feel him enter you "Please Jean, please, fuck I need your cock so bad, wanna feel it stretch me out, please please please." You whined pathetically under him before he harshly thrust his painfully hard thick cock into your aching pussy, molding you around him. You screamed as he bottomed out in you immediately, making you take every inch “C’mon baby, weren't you just beggin' for this? Take it like the good little slut you are.” he said as his hips picked up their rhythm, snapping his long cock into your tight cunt, tight balls hitting your clit with every thrust making you go absolutely brain dead for him. You loved the way he stretched you out, his thick cock bullying his way into your tight pussy had you screaming for him so loud you were sure the neighbors could hear.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” He said punctuating each word with a thrust rougher than the last “Wish you could see this tight pussy creaming all over my cock” he said, eyes focused on the white ring forming at his base from both your cum and his. “Fuck, not gonna last long with you squeezing me like this princess,” he said, spanking your ass, making you moan into his sheets. “J-jean ‘m gonna..” “I know baby, I can feel that tight pussy squeezing ‘round me” he replied squeezing his eyes shut from the pleasure, going faster as his thrusts got sloppier. You came quickly at his increased speed, releasing your juices all over his cock. This turned him on more than he thought was possible

“Fuck ‘m gonna stuff you with my cum okay? Gonne cum deep inside this pretty pussy” You didn’t reply as you were completely fucked out, soon he released deep inside you, balls tightening as he pumped every last drop of his hot sticky cum inside you. You could feel his warm seed paint the inside of your walls white so deep inside you. He fucked his cum deep inside you, riding out his orgasm before pulling out to watch it drip down your thighs. “So pretty for me,” he said turning you back over onto your back before placing a soft, romantic kiss on your lips. “You gotta stop wearing those little shorts ‘round here okay? Makes me fuckin’ sick seeing the other guys stare at you like that.” “Oh you jealous?” you giggled, feeling a happy warm feeling at the thought of Jean being possessive “Damn right I’m jealous. From now on I’m the only one that gets to see that ass okay?” He said as he pulled you closer onto his warm chest, wrapping his strong arm around you. You could smell the strong scent of his masculine cologne and closed your eyes next to him “Mhm” you nodded as you started to drift off to sleep. Jean didn’t usually let his hookups sleepover, he knew you would be more than that.

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jacobsbigmelons · 7 months

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Roadside Favor

Jacob Custos x Male Reader

cw: Nsfw, top! jacob bottom! reader, jacob canonically drives a ford f-150 trust i’ve had conversations and it’s true, semi-public sex.

The sun blazed down on the interstate highway as your boyfriend drove with his typical backwards baseball cap, one hand on the wheel and the other holding onto your inner thigh. You raised a hand up to block out the sun from your squinting eyes as you watched the occasional car pass along with the buildings, never too dull when you’re in New York.

“How long until we get to this lodge or whatever” Jacob groaned as his eyes stared straight down the road making sure not to be too careless especially on a highway. “We still have another hour but in 30 minutes we should start seeing forests, there’s already less buildings than when we left so just hold out for a bit longer.” You softly said trying to reassure your boyfriend who was becoming increasingly more and more impatient as the time went by. It’s already been 30 minutes since you left your shared apartment with all your packed clothes and essentials to stay at these cabins for the summer, Jacob was really interested in participating especially since he would also get to meet up with a friend from high school. Kaitlyn.

“The sun is really killing my vibe right now, it’s way too hot for such a long drive…an hour long drive might I add.” Jacob pouted as you rested a hand in his hand that held your thigh. His hand rotated as he felt yours touch his in order to hold hands correctly. “Don’t whine, we’ll be there soon, then you can rest all you want.”

You couldn’t help but admire the way that he had this glare to him, a calm one but the way his eyes look off into the road, his vascular hand gripping the wheel as what little sun that gets past illuminates his stunning eyes. “I am not whining” Jacob retaliated, his brows visibly creased ever so slightly, even when he’s just a bit annoyed he can be a sight for sore eyes, truly.

Jacobs fingers wiggled out of your grasp as he playfully put his fingers in the rips of your pants which caught you off guard, “someone’s handsy aren’t they?” You questioned your boyfriend as a devilish smirk lit up his face “well. Since I have to wait a stupid hour before I get to have you all to myself, I think my hand in your pants isn’t too bad.” Jacob had a point, he was pent up and couldn’t indulge in any intimate act until you guys got to these cabins.

“I mean…you could…y’know. Pull over” You said with a shrug and a grin, Jacob looked back at you as you felt the car turn towards the shoulder of the road which slowly led to a full stop. You didn’t actually expect him to pull over but if Jacob was in your shoes, you know you would’ve pulled over immediately to have him in the moment. “You deadass wanna go at it? I mean i’m down for a bit of exhibitionism on the highway if you are.” You said as you felt a tightness around your groin as your hard on made sitting slightly uncomfortable.

“Don’t play with me right now, you said we could pull over and i’m pulled over. Be a waste if we didn’t use this time we have to ourselves.” You grabbed Jacobs phone which was on the console as the current song paused only for a more mood fitting one to play. The low yet strong bass all throughout the speakers of his truck set the mood as you unbuckled your seatbelt to get closer to your boyfriend.

“Climb into my lap” he said as you maneuvered the best you could onto his lap as he began to run his hands along the sides of your body, keeping you close while feeling you up. Your tongue glided across his neck as you left kisses everywhere and an occasional hickey down more toward his shoulders just so it wasn’t too exposed. “Oh…your tongue feels so good” Jacob said, his lips creasing as he began to grind his bulge into you, sometimes going faster when you kiss or lick a sensitive area of his neck. His hands on your sides eventually took your shirt off, the A/C washing over cold air which contrasted with the summer sun.

You pulled Jacobs tank top off as well though at this point, you were already aching to get out of your pants. You went for Jacobs belt as he started to unzip your bottoms as well, his bulge already rubbing against the side of your palm as you pull his pants down made the precum on your tip only come out more. His hands grabbed your now mildly exposed ass from the pants and made sure to hold on tight, your moaning only made him grip harder while you were grinding your dick on top of his. “Aw shit…oh fuck, wait…wait, get on my dick or else i’m gonna bust in these fucking boxers…” Jacob panted as you hoisted yourself up with your knees to let Jacob take his pants and underwear all the way off, leaving his dick now shown off.

You brought your pants and boxers down to your knees as you aligned yourself above Jacobs cock, the head was slapping against your ass as it was something Jacob always loves to do. “Fuck your ass is so hot” he said now teasing your hole considering you moved down a bit, he was even grinding against it, you wanted him in badly and you couldn’t help but slightly whine a bit when he was doing all this teasing. “Fuck babe just…mngh- put it in already.” You whined out as you looked into your boyfriends eyes, he was already hot as hell with his normal looks but when he’s stripped down, eye contact going strong, you could’ve busted right then and there.

Jacob eventually maneuvered the head directly in front of your hole and finally let himself begin to enter you, the noise you made had Jacob going in more and more, which meant more moans on your end. He was practically gone at this point, all he wanted to do was keep those pretty noises coming from that mouth of yours. “God you take my dick so fucking good babe.” Jacob let his hips move as you felt him moving inside of you, hitting every spot just right.

You went back to using your knees as support just a bit which Jacob took full advantage of as he grabbed your ass and started thrusting what seemed to be faster and faster. “Fucking…hell- Jake i’m…i’m close.” You struggled getting the words out with just how fast you were being drilled at the moment, but all the pleasure was welcome especially since Jacob was just so vocal with both words and just sounds. Each second he was filled with a loud moan and the occasional curse word.

“Aw f-fuck! as shit i’m- i’m really close babe.” Jacob whined out as he basically had his nails dug into the sides of your ass as he somehow went just a bit faster to bring him over the edge. Jacobs hips began to slow down as the sloppy and wet sounds from him finishing inside you slowly quieted down, you were basically right there with him as you finished yourself off with your trusty hand as you shot cum all over his chest and stomach, heavily panting in the process. “Holy shit…you really wanted that bang sesh didn’t you?” you breathily spoke, trying to let the endorphins fade away. “I haven’t nutted in like…3 days so i’m kinda pent up you know?” Jacob doubled down as you let him stay inside for just a bit longer.

Your head eventually rested on the front of his shoulder, your breathing much more steady as Jacob lightly ran his hands across your back along with your hands resting on Jacobs thighs underneath you.

“You’re so lucky you got tint on these windows” You giggled a bit as you looked out the window to see cars going back and forth, after all, without the tint, every car coming your direction would’ve been able to see through the windshield…though the thought of being watched while being fucked is something to think on.

“Why? Afraid someone would peek?” Jacob teased

“You’d probably let someone watch us fuck wouldn’t you?” you replied

“If I know them sure” Jacob shrugged

“You’re a freak” you playfully scoffed

“I’m your freak” he softly said giving you one more kiss before it eventually came time to clean each other up…somehow.

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utena doesn't have any blood and it's probably because of a censorship of sorts, unless i'm mistaken, but i find more intersting to think it's because ohtori is a stage play, a place built upon fantasies to put everyone in a neat cis and heteronormative role. It's so funny how the smaller budget aspect of the show can be incorporated into the themes of the story. How the reused animation can be a visual representation of the cycles and how it contrasts with the movie's more dynamic and fluid animation

#revolutionary girl utena #rgu

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Joe Biden will sign legislation protecting access to abortion care into law if Democrats win control of Congress in midterm elections this fall.

In remarks to a Democratic National Committee event on 18 October, the President announced plans to sign a bill to codify Roe v. Wade protections on the 50th anniversary of the US Supreme Court decision – what he intends to be his first act of 2023.

In June, the nation’s high court struck down precedents established by Roe v. Wade and Planned Parenthood v. Casey that affirmed the constitutional right to abortion care.

Following the latest ruling, more than a dozen states have outlawed most abortions or severely restricted access to care, leading to the closures of dozens of clinics. Patients and providers across the US have warned of devastating consequences to losing access to legal abortion, while Democratic officials have made abortion rights central to their midterm campaigns as Republicans mull national abortion restrictions.

“If Republicans get their way with a national ban, it won’t matter where you live in America,” Mr. Biden said on Tuesday. “The only sure way to stop these extremist laws that have put in jeopardy women’s health and rights is for Congress to pass a law.”

Democrats would need to pick up several seats in the currently evenly split US Senate for abortion protections to prevail.

Mr. Biden also said he will veto any anti-abortion legislation passed by a Republican-controlled Congress.

The Democratic-led House of Representatives passed the Women’s Health Protection Act earlier this year, though Senate Republicans have repeatedly obstructed its introduction in that chamber. That bill would codify the right to abortion care as affirmed by Roe v. Wade.

House Democrats were only joined by three Republicans to pass the Ensuring Access to Abortion Act, which would protect the right of abortion patients who live in states that have outlawed or severely restricted care to travel to other states without risking prosecution or legal action in their home states.

The bill also would protect providers and others who help patients travelling out of state for their care.

Legislation would also shield interstate shipments of US Food and Drug Administration-approved drugs used for medication abortion, the most common form of abortion care, accounting for more than half of all abortions in the US.

In a briefing with reporters on Monday, White House press secretary Karine Jean-Pierre called Republican-led abortion restrictions “disturbing” and “very dangerous.”

“It’s backwards, again, it’s dangerous and it’s severe, in stark contrast to the President and the commitment that he has to leave these decisions between a woman and her doctor,” she said.

This fall, voters in several states will determine whether their state constitutions include explicit protections for abortion care, while elections for control of state legislatures, governors’ offices and secretaries of state will also determine the fates of abortion access across the US.

In his remarks on Tuesday, President Biden pointed to Kansas voters shooting down a recent anti-abortion ballot measure in that state, signalling the electoral consequences of the Supreme Court’s decision in midterm elections.

“One of the most extraordinary parts of [the Dobbs decision] was when the majority wrote, ‘women are not without electoral or political power.’ Let me tell you something – the Court and extreme Republicans who have spent decades trying to overturn Roe are about to find out,” he said.

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I Miss Her Too

Dean x Sam (Platonic), Sam x Sister! reader

Warning: Mentions of character death, cursing

Description: The brothers open up about their dead sister

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Dean releases a long sigh as he stares out at the parking lot of a raggedy motel on the side of the interstate. The flickering multi-colored sign bleeds into the inky blackness of the Impala, causing the pulse in the man's frustrated mind to burst against his skull repeatedly. Dean's knuckles were sickly pale in contrast to his freckled tan skin as he held the stirring wheel of the parked car in a vice grip.

His cheeks sag under the pressure of the heavy bags carried beneath his sad hazel eyes. The smile marks that tug at the edge of his lips barely show as a deep frown etches across his face. His usual neatly done hair now stuck out in a disheveled state.

Dean notices a tall shadow rising behind the illuminated brownish-white curtains in one of the rooms. The material tugs slightly from the window and soon enough the deep green heavy duty door opens to reveal his brother. He looks down at the wrapped burgers set on the passenger's seat and grabs them before exiting the car.

"These are cold," Sam remarks as Dean pushes them against his chest.

"There's a microwave for a reason," Dean grumbles in response and sits at the edge of the bed to take off his shoes.

"You do realize you got three," Sam asks softly after a short pause.

"We'll eat it later; It's no big deal."

""This was how (Y/n) liked it," Sam states while observing the content inside one of the burgers.

"I said we'll eat it later," Dean snaps. He snatches the wrapper from Sam's hands and lays it on the drawer between the beds. He keeps his back turned from his brother as the atmosphere becomes tense.

"Dean," Sam whispers. He presses his calloused palm against the eldest Winchester's shoulder. Dean looks over with a distressed expression and places his own hand over his brothers. "I miss her too."

"I'm sorry," Dean apologizes.

"Let's talk about it," Sam insists.

"No."

"Dean-"

"I can't."

"We promised her, Sam cries, "we promised her before she died that we wouldn't end up like this- distancing ourselves and pretending everything is alright when it isn't. We're letting her down."

"I know."

"I know? That's all you have to say? Dean, she was my sister too. She's gone now and faking a world where she still exists is just hurting us."

Suddenly, Sam slams into the wall with Dean's arm against his neck. Dean glowers over him, scrunching his nose into a snarl. "Don't talk about her like that," Dean mutters before releasing the pressure from Sam's body.

"It hurts me too. It was just the two of us, then she came along rocking our boat and it seemed like we were an unstoppable trio. It's going to be so hard going back to the way things were before bug showed up." Sam collapses on the bed as tears stream down his sun-kissed face.

Dean wraps his arm around Sammy in a brotherly hug. "(Y/n) was one hell of a gunslinger."

"Yeah," Sam smiles.

"And a brat too."

"Hey, she wasn't that bad; Although, she did have her moments."

"Your right."

"She kinda gets a pass for being a girl though."

"That's not what I meant- yes, but no- I meant it's good talking about her," Dean confesses.

"See, I told you."

"Alright, alright. I'm done," Dean whines as he gets up, "We may have opened up a bit, but we are not turning into a chick flick."

"We were having a bonding moment, you jerk!"

"Bitch."

"Really?"

"Rest up. We're leaving in the morning."

"Yeah, you too. I don't need you looking like a living corpse anymore," Sam comments.

"Shut up."

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A shiver trails up Sam's spine and his eyes jolt open in shock. The dark motel room was silent besides the soft snores coming from Dean's side of the room. A soft blue glow appears and shines over the popcorn ceiling. Sam immediately feels each of his tired muscles tense in alertness as the overwhelming foreboding thought that something else was in the room punches his gut.

He slowly reaches under the flat pillows beneath his head for his knife. His fingertips gently graze along the handle and he grasps it tightly. Sam settles his ragged breathing before springing to action. He rushes off the bed in a defense position, with the knife pointing threateningly at the figure leaning over Dean. A soft glow emits from their body as they brush their thumb over Dean's forehead with a gentle smile.

"(Y-Y/n)?" Sam asks feebly. The girl lifts her eyes to him, her (E/c) orbs glittering softly with curiosity. The knife falls from his hand and clatters to the carpeted floor. "You were dead..."

(Y/n) straightens herself, her brows furrowing.

"What happened, bug? Why show up now when we are finally getting over losing you?" Sam's voice cracks and he takes a step towards his little sister. "How exactly did you die?"

The deceased Winchester shakes her head, turning her body away. "Too soon," She gasps out, grabbing at her throat painfully.

"W-what?"

"Love you, Sammy," She whimpers out, before disappearing like smoke and the pale glow fades out.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)! Don't leave us again!" Sam scurries to unlock the door and runs out. He looks around in a panic, only to find empty cars in an empty parking lot.

"Sammy? What's going on?" Dean calls wearily from the inside, "What is it?"

"N-nothing. It's nothing."

Was he dreaming?

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Solitary Soldier

Summary - in the dark of night, after coming home from your job at SHIELD, you encounter an unlikely visitor; The Winter Soldier (3.2k)

Warnings - 18+ only! Contains smut, unprotected sex, mentions of murder, sleeping with the enemy, swearing, praise

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Death was always watching, he came in the shape of a man, pretending to be an ally when in reality he was really the enemy. James Barnes was the name he had introduced himself by, though you knew he was far more than a simple human alone when you saw his name scribed on the wall in the SHIELD interstate. He was supposed to be dead, deceased, no longer breathing, a corpse in the cold snow that he fell into below the train. There was no way that anyone could have survived such a vast impact, but as you looked at him you saw nothing but cold behind his frosty eyes; the sight made your spine shiver and take a step back and away from him, his head cocked from the action alone. James was not here to make friends or sweet love as it seemed, no. Rather he was in this place to gather intel to pass onto his handlers and take down everything that you had tiredly worked towards, but you could not let him. It didn't seem as you had a choice however as he trapped you against the wall, his contrasting warm breath scuffing up and along the skin of your neck, causing you to grimace.

Moments ago you would not have withheld any distance from him, in fact you had wanted to get as close as humanly possible, without layers of clothing keeping you apart, releasing any trapped sounds from your mouths that were speaking no other language but ecstasy. But he was no good man, and it was proven as his lips littered emotionless kisses upon your throat, lightly biting down on your flesh as a silent threat. Peggy would have had your head if you gave in, and you'd have probably shot yourself there afterwards if you chose to, and so you remained strong and stoic, refusing to give into his primal advances. Whoever he had become after his treacherous journey from the speeding cart was evil, a monster who had been playing a ploy to break you down so that he could entrap you and make you vulnerable in your own home. And that was precisely how you were feeling in the second, if you were strong enough to escape his vice enchantment you would, but alas you feared what he would do if you so much as attempted.

"James... please..." That name no longer seemed to serve any affect upon him as his hand on the left flanked up from his side; he had removed the glove, the only garment in the room that had so much as been dropped to the floor later than scheduled, revealing silver plates in the shape of the appendage that was reeling off from his opposite shoulder. A metal arm, a weapon. "What is it you want?" In conclusion it wasn't that you'd give him what he desired, you had to waste as much time as possible so that Officer Perry that lived beside you would see what was ongoing through your windows that had yet to be enclosed by the lace curtains. He was always a nosy neighbour and for the one time in your life you prayed religiously that he would not change his intrusive mannerisms and show up soon. Whilst you may have been a trained agent, there was no way that you could take this phony on all by your lonesome. Someone had sent him, that much was clear. Whether they had resurrected him from the dead or had somehow gone back in time to prevent his unfortunate death, they had him wrapped around their sly finger, and he was their soldier, working as a manipulator by their vigil command.

"Hail HYDRA." Those words caused you to freeze like a shocked statue, frightened more so since it was practically just revealed that the organisation still thrived within the universe. You had heard about them, they were ruthless, and they hid behind the Nazis so that their true corrupt plans could carry on unnoticed. He may as well kill you in the instant rather than drag it out any longer, but James as he had introduced himself wouldn't, the people tat he worked for were maniacal torturers, scientists that ran underground experiments, and if your senses were right which you had no doubt they were, he was one of the many that had survived the trials. The arm he wore literally on his sleeve gave that much away, but so did the untamed appearance that glimmered on his features; he was ready to strike whenever you gave him a reason to. "They've been watching you and your work y/n." It was vile to hear him say his name after his previous words, but you stood straight as you squinted directly at him.

"What are they, jealous?" You retorted as a sneer, and perhaps taunting him and the values that had no doubt been beaten into him was a death sentence, but it didn't matter, not when you knew you were going to die anyways, and if that was at the hands of HYDRA, then at least you'd know that you faced your worst mortal enemy before your untimely demies. "Aw, they are, aren't they? And they sent you to get beneath my skin, but I think perhaps you should look at how that's turned out so far, you may need to compensate for more if you don't want the hand that feeds you to be sincerely disappointed." That made him snap, his metal hand enclosed around your throat, blocking your air flow as you gargled from the tough grip, the smirk that had rode your face disappearing as you struggled to breathe. "I. Know. Who. You. Are." Each word was strained through immense difficulty, with rather large breaks between each stopping point, though in the end you had gotten your sentence out, coiling his curiosity to unsheathe from the animalistic exterior that he was wearing.

"Say it." He dared you, and you knew better than to think of him as James Barnes. Whilst he had the same appearance and had used the same alias to grip your attraction towards him with the usage of the charm that he had once made women swoon with, that man was well and truly gone. There was no redemption for a monster quite like himself, the things that he had forcefully pursued were horrifying; he was a ghost story, a grim reaper that did his job without any imperfections. And although he attuned the skills to pretend to be someone with humanity, all that was rid from his slate, he was nothing more than a historical rouse of destruction, a hitman that served those with cruel intentions of world domination. They were smart to create him, but they knew and feared the facts that you were smarter, and if you so much wanted to you could focus your resources and brilliant mindset onto unravelling the web that they had swarmed Barnes' mind with. Mind control, it was a complex devise for people to get what they wanted, though it could be broken down piece by piece, and all memories had the interception and possibility to be restored.

"The Winter Soldier." You choked out, feeling his hand loosening slightly. "I can help you defeat them, help free you soldat. All you have to do is let me go, and no one will pick at that brain of yours again." Inevitably if you ever tried HYDRA would only wipe him again, but you thought for the time being you were wearing the criminal down, and cracking his exterior so a source of his true self could peak through and see the devastation that he was causing. Again, his grip loosened, it almost felt too good to be true until you reached up, cupping his heavy cheeks with your hands. He was puffing air, getting confused by all the choices that were laid out before him, and you realised that the only thing that could win him over was a bit of kindness, you had doubts that he saw much of that. "This world is so fucked up, but I believe that I can make it better for you and everyone else that is in comprisable situations. Do you understand me James?" His eyes reeled up meeting your own, silence hanging around the orbs as he dauntingly gulped, thinking of speaking in his original mother tongue once more.

He had been taught how to speak multiple languages but English was always a comfort to have on his tongue, it reminded him of home of which the memories were a little hazy, however he knew where it was. Brooklyn. Not the dingy cell nor the cryo chamber, both of which he was often stored in until he was required to serve his superiors and fix their endangering problems which more often than not involved killing someone. And not you were the person that his flawless assassin arson of abilities were attuned towards, and you'd be mistaken with the truth if you said that you were not scared by the potential death of yourself that would be oncoming. "You're my mission." He croaked out, conflicted between the orders that he had been given, knowing that if he did not follow them then it would only end badly for him, and the seeping of his past self that was wanting to free himself from the cage that was his own body.

"Then take me, not my life." The way in which he understood your words was due to you popping a couple buttons open on your ivory blouse, his eyes lingered on the flesh that you were exposing and it kept him dormant for the moment. His ironically gentle blue eyes scorned your skin as though he were searching for an option, something to do which would allow you to live and relieve himself of trouble for being weak at heart. “Take me soldier…” Something snapped inside of him, as though someone had pulled a trigger within his mind, and he perused forwards, clashing his form against your own as each bone in your body trembled from the impact. He was a source of danger, you however were willing to risk it in order to be close to him, and feel his scarred and punished flesh against your own. Your lips conjoined in a passionate and hungry smoulder, his hands tearing out the mixture of smoothness and texture upon the skin of your chest that you had exposed to him; he was veering away from his instructions and to that you were relieved, knowing that for now that you weren’t his victim.

Though you still remained his target it was under different circumstances, James rutted his hard on along your thigh, groaning mindlessly as he finally felt free from the chains that had once bound him. If you could, you would unshackle the prisoner in every which way, having a moderate span of pity for the personality that hid beneath the ruthless layers, he was starved for a touch like this. And if your life was on the line, then you would no doubt allow him to relieve his touch starved self with your body. He inhaled your scent, as he attempted to push you farther into the wall, convincing you there was a shape of your body moulded firmly into it from the force of his dominant weight. Your hand caressed his shoulder, no doubt being the softest treatment he had received in many years, however he snapped from that.

His vice grip wrapped sternly around your wrist, no doubt forming a bruise beneath the flesh as his wild eyes tore into your soul. He was in control, and he wouldn’t allow you for a second to let you think otherwise. All of the darkness that was wrapped up and tangled inside and outside of him bore into your very soul, as though you were a source of water that wished to put out his spreading fire. Within a flash he uncovered the rest of your flesh beneath the tailored and ironed shirt, buttons flickering on the ground as your smooth flesh was ether for his pupils to take in. And to his selfish luck you had forgone any upper undergarments, which made the soldier wonder if the lack of private shielding was matched on your lower half. “If I take you little agent, there will never be an escape from me. I will return every night just so that I can use you without any mercy.”

It was unlikely to be a confident promise on his part, HYDRA would no doubt become suspicious as to where their super soldier was wandering about all by his skulking lonesome. But that didn’t mean that the thought of his continuous return so that he could use you as a vessel for his own pleasure didn’t make you feel things. Your small panties were wet beneath your straight skirt, and if it weren’t for his blockade of a thigh your legs would have desperately squeezed together so that your brain could make a slight amends with your suffering arousal. “Then perhaps you should stop being merciful and get on with it soldier. After all the teasing isn’t that cruel if it’s postponing me from fraternising with the enemy, is it?”

In his ruined little mind, the Winter Soldier had perceived the delay to wrecking your insides the worst kind of punishment, however he was only being malicious to himself more so than you. “You’re going to regret that y/n.” He confirmed, and before you could retaliate with words again, he suffocated your lips with the plume of his own, pushing you farther into the wall before his hands scalded your scalp with his relentless grip and his other hand unzipped his military grade slacks. The sound alone of the teeth coming undone had your pulse racing; this was wrong in so many ways, if your colleagues were to know of your amorous betrayal than you would no doubt be shunned from the secretive work that you had spent so long studying and experimenting upon. You would no longer be a part of SHIELD, they’d see you as a traitor, but in the moment you could care less, the soldier had seduced you, and continued to do as he hiked your leg up around his waist.

His cock, hard and ready, pressed against the inside of your thigh, fluttering along the flesh as he realise that you had indeed forgone any panties. His mouth salivated at the fact, and with his tongue that was being malleable against your own, he transferred his spit into your mouth as he frivolously groaned behind your teeth. But for some reason, although he had told you that he and colliding your bodies together would be a grave mistake, it was impossible to think of it as such. Even as he dragged the head of his cock along your sopping and eager folds you could do all but wait to taste the forbidden fruit. Everything in concern to the present was morbidly enticing, and your eyes were ushered with a drowning of lust as he began to push his length into your desiring cunt. All of your senses were on overdrive as you felt the enemy stretch you out, your hands were washed with a haste of white as your fingertips dug into his strong shoulders; it was the only grip on reality that your body could fathom.

It all felt like a nightmare and a dream all at once, the atrocious merge of both ghosting up into your lungs as you gasped and whined as you welcomed him into your body inch by veined inch. Your head leant back into the wall behind you as Barnes hoisted you up into his arms, the action instantly causing your vessel to react by wrapping your legs around his waist as you felt him even deeper than before. And with the new angle, he began to thrust inside of you, and like he had promised before, he showed not an inkling of mercy as he used your tight little pussy for his own needs. You were coiled so tight around him it was making his head delirious, it felt like another hallucination that he often had to escape from his imprisoned life, but it was all very real. Too real as he probed the spot deep inside of you with your tip, drawing succulent moans out from your vocal cords.

If your neighbours had heard you, they would think that you were being attacked, and you were, but in the best kind of way. His eyes hazily scoured your submitted form as he rammed into you again and again, and he noticed that the column of your throat was within his reach, and so he leant forward and scraped his teeth along the skin, feeling how you gulped at the sensual action. “You’re never escaping from me now agent, you’re going to be my little whore until the day you die.” It felt like a threat, but it only made you clench around his length tighter and draw an animalistic moan out from his pink mouth. You huffed as your cheeks bloomed with a blushing heat, it rising to your temples and you leant into and towards the face of the man that was fucking you, resting your nose upon his as you exchanged breaths between your mouths.

“Yes soldier.” You nodded restlessly at his command, feeling your high approaching, and thus you bit your lip, stopping yourself from screeching out his name - Bucky. “I’m so close sir, can I please cum on your cock? Please.” You begged him with tears burning in your eyes, glaring helplessly into his own that were stern. He was on a mission, and that was to fuck every aspect of life out of you until you spilled all over him, perhaps spilling some information at the same time. A sigh settled on his chest as he continued to ravish you, a curl quirking at the ends of his sinful lips. “Cum for me my little agent, betray every one that you’ve ever held dear by soaking my cock.” His words only pushed you closer to the edge, and after a couple of seconds you finished on his length, feeling him continue to move even as he filled you up with his poison seed.

“You were so good for me krasivyy.” The tortured man told you as he slipped his cock out from your walls and settled you steadily on your own feet. Hesitantly, he reached forward and brushed some askew strands of hair behind your ear, his kindness compensating for how rough he had been with you. It was a gesture that felt nice, it had your heart swarming with a skyrocketing high almost as much as the orgasm that he had given you. You smiled at the man, despite having droplets of sweat clinging to your hairline and puffy cheeks that were rosy from his untamed kisses. “Until next time, little agent.” He zipped himself back up, walking by his lonesome to the door, and vanishing until the darkness. And as much as you wouldn’t admit it to any soul, you couldn’t wait until his return.

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so i remember in a post when you were talking about which characters talk the least- i believe you said malleus does not talk to jade and floyd at all- he does talk with floyd in floyd's portfest R card! In english he calls him by his first name rather then leech and when i looked at a translation from the japanese on youtube he also seemed to call him floyd. I suppose it makes sense as both him and jade share the same last name and since they're twins not one of them can be "younger/littler leech" like he uses with the shroud brothers. i just thought it was interesting!

Hello hello!! Thank you so much for this follow-up, it is much appreciated! 📝📝

This was also very kindly pointed out to me on Twitter, (for the curious: original post is here!), and I had a counter-question! 👀

This account is currently in the middle of hoarding information on all the honorifics/nicknames/etc. used in the game (Riddle to Idia have been posted thus far), and there are a few people that I have not been able to find, leaving the list incomplete.

If you (or anyone!) happen to know of an event, vignette, voice-line or scene where the following characters may say the following names, I would be most obliged! :>

・Trey -> Silver

While Trey is working at the school store during the third New Year's event and is even present when Silver visits (and says Trey's name for what is maybe the only time in the game), Trey never says Silver's name.

They overlap in Wish Upon a Star, Spectral Soiree, Port Fest and Beanfest, but never acknowledge each other!

・Malleus -> Jade

The closest that Malleus and Jade have ever come to interacting is the end of Port Fest, where they are moreso making general observations aloud (with Azul) than actually conversing. Jade asks Malleus a question during Vargas Camp but Lilia interrupts, so if we rule out Port Fest for being too vague, is it possible that Malleus has never acknowledged Jade on screen?

And I cannot find him saying Jade's name aloud anywhere! It would be most intersting to see if he calls Jade by his first name as he does with Floyd in order to differentiate them, as you say! :>

(For contrast: Deuce also refers to many of the students by their last names in the original game, and both Floyd and Jade are "Leech-senpai," which Floyd references during his second birthday vignette in a line that was changed on EN, since Deuce refers to everyone by their first names in the English-language adaptation of the game.)

・Sebek -> Floyd

Sebek and Floyd appear together in a number of places (Port Fest, Phantom Bride, Sebek's labwear vignette, Vargas Camp, Spectral Soiree, etc.) but I have not been able to find Sebek referring to Floyd anywhere by name!

・Sebek -> Kalim

Sebek and Jamil have a surprising about of overlap (they both cameo in each other's Ceremonial Robes vignettes), but when referencing Kalim, Sebek calls him "The housewarden of Scarabia."

I have not been able to find a scene where Sebek refers to Kalim by name :<

It is not impossible that I have simply overlooked the places where these interactions took place, so if anyone else also may have a correction to make, I would be so happy to update the honorifics-tracking sheets! :>

#twstask #twisted wonderland

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juneiper-art · 2 months

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i was tagged by @carlsdraws (ayy)

last song/album: Interstate 8 by modest mouse

favorite color: i used to say blue but i cannot deny any longer that my favorite color is red

last tv show: the bachelor (i got to a watch party for this lmao)

last film: The Zone of Interest (nice contrast with the bachelor)

last thing i looked up online: how to pickle spicy green beans (can anyone help me, my crops are dying because the ones in stores cost SEVEN DOLLARS and i used to buy these in austria like they kept me alive)

relationship status: i said i want a gayer 2024 and i recently dreamed about flirting with a beautiful butch lesbian so i'm taken now

current obsession: i'm playing all of the borderlands games from the start i guess? bg3 brainrot. the butch woman in my dreams. the dnd campaign im in

i tag u @dawnstarranger

#juneiper chats

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kimberly40 · 17 days

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The Black Mountains are a mountain range in western North Carolina. They are part of the Blue Ridge Province of the Southern Appalachian Mountains. The Black Mountains are the highest mountains in the Eastern United States. The range takes its name from the dark appearance of the red spruce and Fraser fir trees that form a spruce-fir forest on the upper slopes which contrasts with the brown (during winter) or lighter green (during the growing season) appearance of the deciduous trees at lower elevations. The Eastern Continental Divide, which runs along the eastern Blue Ridge crest, intersects the southern tip of the Black Mountain range.

The Black Mountains are home to Mount Mitchell State Park, which protects the range's highest summits in the central section of the range. Much of the range is also protected by the Pisgah National Forest. The Blue Ridge Parkway passes along the range's southern section, and is connected to the summit of Mount Mitchell by North Carolina Highway 128. The Black Mountains are mostly located in Yancey County, although the range's southern and western extremes run along the Buncombe County line.

While the crest of the Black Mountain range is just 15 miles long, within these fifteen miles are 18 peaks climbing to at least 6,300 feet above sea level. The Black Mountains rise prominently above the surrounding lower terrain. This is particularly noticeable from the range's eastern side, which rises over 4,500 feet above the Catawba River Valley and Interstate 40, providing some impressive mountain scenery.

*Pictured is the Black Mountain Range at Sunset from atop the overpass on I-40 at Dysartsville Road in Burke County, NC. The impressive Black Mountain Range to the west dominates the horizon at sunset.

(Photo by Carolina Vann)

-Edited to add: The “Black Mountain Range” is not to be confused with the town of Black Mountain, North Carolina that’s located in Buncombe County.

#appalachian #appalachian mountains #north carolina #appalachian culture #western north carolina #appalachia #the south #nc mountains #black mountain #north carolina mountains

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ghostoffuturespast · 1 month

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@reilleclan-blog since you asked...

I try not to make my VP process a secret, there's literally nothing to hide, all the tools I use already come with the game, I utilize techniques anyone can learn, I don't do any fancy post-editing (other than rotating), and I think VP should be accessible for everyone.

I took these shots at "Star Lake", which is technically an out of bounds asset - you drive over this thing in the Star Ending of the game in the tank with Panam, so it requires some cheese in order to get to this location. I got inspired by a couple other bloggers here with their trips down to "Langley" (@arachnophobic-larantula & @mynonsenseistingling) and decided to go on a road trip myself. I spent about five hours exploring out of bounds and went all the way from the SoCal Border Checkpoint up to the Oil Fields. (I'll post my tourist photos another time. Technically, I'm still stuck behind the fence at the oil fields, but I'll figure it out later.)

If you need some detailed instructions on how to cross the border in vanilla versions of the game and get to Langley (and yes, you do need the fortified ankle cyberware, double jump will not cut it), this video is helpful:

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If you're trying to get to Star Lake, once you cross the border follow the road south and when you get to the intersection head east. If you roughly follow the curve of the border wall and the ridge that splits thae map between in bounds and out of bounds, you should bump into it.

It was dark when I got to the lake, so the lighting actually wasn't optimal but I stopped because the ground was shiny. It took me a minute to figure out what the heck I was looking at, but funny thing about this lake is that it's just a reflective texture suspended over the lake bed, it's not even water. You can drive and walk through it.

Once I realized the lake was just texture, I walked in, popped open the camera, and started swinging the thing around and playing around with all the effect settings and the poses just to see what I could get. And that's the process for all my VP. I mainly rely on whatever lighting I can find, intersting locations, angles, and juxtaposition, because those are the techniques you have the most leeway with on console and in vanilla photomode.

Anyway, the shot on the left was one of the first pics I took at this location. With how dark the water is and the limited amount of light, I realized that a shilouette style photo was only gonna work at a distance. But I wanted to see what else I could get, so I went the opposite direction of what I thought I wanted. I turned V around so her back was facing the moon towards the light, pretty much maxed out the exposure and brightness settings, bumped up the contrast a smidge, cycled through the poses (Night City Strut is always a favorite), put the field of view down to 15, rotated the camera angle 90 degrees, adjusted my camera to frame the shot how I wanted. Boom. Photo on the right.

P.S. If you do venture out of bounds, make a save file from before you cross the broder (do not overwrite it just in case you need an easy exit out) and save often and keep multiple save files while you are out there. You will die and you will get stuck and there is no fast travel. Also, make sure you have a decent amount of eddies on hand, insurance kept charging me everytime I called a vehicle. Fucking rat bastards...

#cyberpunk 2077 #virtual photography #reference #resource #i'm not a corporation i have no trade secrets #more than happy to share and learn #console shots #ps5 #out of bounds #Youtube

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kynyboiii · 5 months

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A little something for my Faith: The Unholy Trinity steddie au. I'm steadily making progress on writing it. I've got a Jason Carver part written down already, too ;]

SNAKE MEADOW HILL CHURCH

▪HAWKINS, INDIANA | DEC 5, 1956▪︎

On the other side of the window was white. Delicate first snowfall coated the ground in another layer of frost. Steve always liked the winter season. The cold allowed him to dress in his thick sweaters and snuggle tight with a fuzzy blanket. The fire would roar in the pit in the living room behind the grate and Christmas music would spin on the record player. His parents would be at home with him, too. Hot chocolate would be made by his mother while father dozed off in his recliner. Then, they would have dinner together at the table before tucking Steve into bed with a 'sweet dreams' and a forehead kiss. It was soft and sweet and Steve would feel so loved in those winter months.

However, neither of those things were happening because the Harrington's are moving. They had gone from Chicago to Indianapolis in order to start up another branch in Steve's father's business in Indianapolis. In October, they had bought a lovely house there and had their belongings shipped over and arranged before completing the finalization on the Chicago property. The keys were handed over in mid November and had flown to Indiana.

So, for 2 months, Steve was deprived of the quality time that winter brought as the house was prepared to sell, and then sold. This car ride back to Chicago for Father was the only upside. He sat in the back in his booster seat with his lamb stuffie in his lap. He admired the fresh snow and lights of downtown Indianapolis. They shone bright in contrast with the white of the ground. Red, green, and gold flickered, throwing lights across the buildings and people milling about the square. He would hold up Finch the lamb so she could observe too.

It wasn't long before they were heading onto the interstate. Steve switched to counting the red cars that would pass them by. He was at 12 when he heard a screeching, metallic sound from his left. Startled, Steve turned and saw big, bright white lights shining through the window. He heard his parents curse and shout in panic. Steve clutched the little lamb close to his chest, hoping that she could provide him with some sort of protection. His heart thudded hard against his ribs before the lights washed over him completely, blinding and consuming. The car jerked violently to try and stop but was thrown sideways. Steve felt weightless for a minute before the beginning of pain shot up his limbs, making him—

Jolt upright in a panicked frenzy. He inhaled and exhaled at a fast rate. The boy could hear his heart and feel the rushing pulse in his ears. His hands gripped Finch tightly while holding him to his chest. He dipped his head down into the stuffie's neck.

"Hey," a soft voice called. "Are you okay?"

Steve peeked up to find where the voice was. Only one other child was up. Her upper body was propped up by her freckled arms. It was too dark to see her face completely, but Steve knew her voice. Her name was Robin Buckley. She was already at the orphanage when Steve was admitted. She was full of freckles with big blue eyes and shoulder length chestnut hair. Steve doesn't know her all that well, but she seemed cool. She liked to play soccer with the other kids and she was always learning instruments rather than singing in the choir like him and the others.

"Y-yeah. Just a nightmare." Steve answered back in a whisper. His voice was muffled slightly from the lamb. He swallowed back a whimper and focused on trying to find the details of Robin's face.

"What was it about?" Robin sat up further in her bed to the right of him. Steve untucked his head to rest on Finch's. "Um... I don't wanna talk about it." Robin quietly groaned dramatically. "Oh come on. If I tell you my dream, will you tell me yours?" Steve went silent for a beat. He shot her shadowed face a look before agreeing. Maybe it would help to talk about it, like Father Clarke and Sister Elizabeth are always saying.

"Okay, well," Robin started, sitting up against the headboard more. "I was in this room with a table. There was cheese, a knife, and a cat on the table. I ate the cheese, and there was a key inside. So I went up to the cat and hugged it. A door appeared in front of me. I went in with the key and then I woke up. I feel like the dream was trying to tell me to kill the cat, but I like cats and I didn't want to kill it."

Steve blinked at this bizarre retelling. He couldn't help but giggle quietly at the absurdity of this dream. His lips turned up slightly in a little smile. He could see the shadow of Robin's smile grow. Steve was pleased that she didn't kill the cat in her dream. It would have been really sad if she did.

"Guess, it's my turn now." Steve sighed before squeezing Finch. He felt a little better about sharing this with Robin now that she had cheered him up a little.

"It was about my parents." Robin gasped a little and pulled her legs up to her chest under the covers. "What were they doing in your dream? Wait- no. Don't answer that. You said it was a nightmare, so it must have been bad. Sorry for asking. Just pretend that I never—"

Steve giggled quietly at Robin's floundering. She quickly shut her mouth at the sound before joining in. "No, it's okay." Steve reassured. Placing his lamb on his lap. He ran his hand from the top of her head down to her tail. Just a little bit of comfort.

"It was the day that they died." Robin held her breath and hummed to show that she was listening. "It was November 27th. We were driving up to Chicago for Father's work thing. We were on that big long road that always has lots of cars and big trucks..."

Steve felt his throat tighten up. Tears pooled at his eyes and he wiped at them harshly. "O-one of the b-big trucks, with a-all those wheels," his breath shuttered. "Um... O-one hit our car."

"Oh no," Robin muttered. Steve could barely hear it, her voice was so quiet.

"U-umm... I don't rem-remember a lot a-after that. And then I ended up here." Steve took a few deep breaths and wiped his eyes again. He didn't really like thinking about that day. Winter was a time meant to enjoy with his parents. Now, he won't be able to spend it with anyone. He didn't have a fireplace, or hot cocoa, or cozy sweaters with fuzzy blankets. He didn't have his parents. Winter has never felt so bleak and empty before. Steve hates it. Hates being alone, so he hates thinking about November 27th.

"I'm sorry that happened. My dad died when I was a baby and mom got really sick and couldn't take care of me properly. I lived with my aunt, but she died from her medicine.”

“I'm really sorry that happened.”

“It's okay. At least we're not alone." Robin's voice was a mix of reassuring and matter-of-fact. Like she knew that Steve was afraid of being by his lonesome and was trying to remedy it with her words. The statement might be true for her, but he didn't really believe it about himself. With a frown, he looked directly at Robin. "I don't believe you. You were here before me and know everyone. I don't."

"Yeah, but you have me." Robin stated as she slid back down her bed. Steve blinked. "What do you mean? I just met you?"

"Well, we shared dreams and how our family died, right? I think that makes us friends."

For the first time since his parents died, Steve felt warm.

#steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #faith: the unholy trinity #faith the game #writing this was hard af #i couldnt decided where to start #but i figured it out hehe

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longeyelashedtragedy · 3 months

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tbh did not send the Lamps chara ask (shy) however I was seriously considering and someone beat me to it. if you feel like it and have time/energy after the others pending then I would massively enjoy expanded Redders thoughts. and/or JT if you like vintage Chels beyond Frank. ik that the skipper (derogatory) corrupted Grealo but he no doubt sunk claws into Frank first

i can definitely do redders for ya! JT i don't know too much about. i know he has some controversies, but that ain't my business lol. i appreciate how he made franko feel and i'm intersted in how the 2 of them have taken different paths both about how they act toward each other and how they talk about roman abramovich post-ukraine war 😂 (would love to hear more about how he corrupted grealo.) BUT. jamie i've got a lot more to say about.

i feel like if you read jamie's odd autobiography and then think of him through that lens, he's a real diamond in the rough of a fascinating footballer. he seems kinda brainless and vapid but i think some of that is because he has too much going on in his brain to use it for that sort of thought. i don't even mean that as a diss. that's a real thing!!! but let's see...

favorite thing about them: well, he certainly seems unpretentious and easy to talk to, which i like. has some good taste in music, is still close to his parents, always takes franko's side and defends him 😂

so, this next part seems like a weird thing to list as a "favorite," as i'm sad he suffers or has suffered in this way, but out of all the things i've read about mental health, both fiction and non-fiction, jamie's book described some of my specific childhood/teenage Horrors so well it was like i wrote it and i was so surprised that he went through all that and admitted it so unselfconsciously. that combination of talented kid with an idyllic life (this was me, albeit in other ways than jamie lol) who lives in this private world of pure fear. some of the things he mentions, like having to paint his room cheerful yellow to ward off Bad Thoughts and Scary things, and being so afraid when he saw the exorcist as a teenager that he slept with the lights on and couldn't get the movie out of his head for weeks--the isolating strength of these kinds of fears is sooooo fuckin real man. he also describes needing to watch the same movie every day for comfort when he got home from school where he got bullied and teased for being a little different, and his attachments to his toys that he'd have to do little rituals with every day to help him feel Calm, and how he took them to school to try to make friends and kids stole them :( he also describes his older self as having something Dark inside him, like when his close friends would become occupied with a girlfriend, he'd kind of freak out and try to get in the way, because he was afraid of losing their support.

his book also describes very sinister perceptions of the external world too, a lot of kind of scary or just ominous scenarios drift through the book (a creep that tried to grab him in the park, the scary, dark corridors under dean court stadium when his Daddy was in charge of bournemouth--i related to that too--, rumors of some weird creep working at tottenham when they wanted to sign young him?)

i apologize if this is repetitive to anyone reading but i had some very particular Problems as a kid and i've just never seen some of them articulated the way jamie articulates them. and i just found all this so...fascinating. i think it explains a lot about his adult self and provides such a contrast between him and brainy franko (see headcanons section!)

least favorite thing about them: he cut his hair and has a beard! i'm predictable--if a footballer had long hair and now doesn't, this will be my response. otherwise, what's there really to dislike? he's kind of inoffensive imho

favorite line: uh a few

"Frank Lampard has a vision for seeing things." (i-hope he actually said that for real)

from his book:

and, for the "franko was too old when he was young" headcanons:

oookay then, anyway:

brotp: idk, who does he hang out with? i like his interactions with the guys on ALOTO even though his main feature is clearly to be the punching bag. maybe with stevie g? with Daddy-Uncle Harry? lmao

notp: his new wife. at first they didn't look as miserable together as he and poor Louise always did, but he just posted a video from their maldives vacation today, and woof--she looks miserable. well, i'm not here for blonde scandinavian models and i think jamie is too childish to do well in a Grownup Married Relationship. again, kind of like with franko, i don't mean childish like... "spoiled entitled manbrat" or "hasn't lost joie de vivre"--more like. is trapped as kid because of his own mind. i think if a therapist saw only jamie and franko as clients, and no one else, they'd be set for life

otp: well...there can be only one. i'd love for jamie & franko to give romeo + juliet their happy ending 😭 they are weirdly...made for each other. and hey--according to the internet it's legal! 🫡👮🏼

random headcanon: so many! lampardverse is sort of all about Jamie in a sense, and i think as a child Jamie so very much appreciated the solid steady presence of his younger cousin. franko's psychological issues are of a very different nature lol, plus we know he's a master of repression (can relate) and we imagine that he'd help jamie with his homework and read him chapters of the narnia book, and eat the food jamie refused to eat.

another one is that jamie is super dependent on his Well-Known Dad. they do a lot of stuff together and idk on ALOTO one of the main purposes seems to get jamie overwhelmed and stressed--because he gets like that very easily--so it feels like Uncle Harry's presence is just. very necessary for him.

fascin8ing! YMMV.

unpopular opinion: i don't think i have one? are there popular or unpopular opinions on jamie redknapp? hahaha

a song i associate with them: hmmm, not really any? i do have him singing shimmy shimmy ya by ODB at franko in "red red red" lol. but i don't really count that 😂

favorite picture of them: let's do a few!

gay af behaviors (affectionate)

whump tendencies

bougie gay cou-- (cousins? couple? choose your own adventure)

THANKS for coming along on this wild ride!

#heffer-wen #answered #jamie jamie jamie #jamie jamie cousin jamie #into the lampardverse #i'll have to reblog veronika's take on jamie too to the ask i sent #our takes are so different #which i love #i also fuckin hated bday parties when i was in elementary school!!!#i was always afraid my mom/dad would never come back to pick me up!

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mariacallous · 24 days

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In the summer of 2022, I crossed from Rwanda into the besieged Congolese city of Goma. The slick Rwandan border police and their Chinese-made black polymer carbines stood in stark contrast to the weary Congolese soldiers’ ancient Kalashnikovs. “We can’t invade Rwanda or Uganda,” a hardened Congolese provincial politician admitted to me. He slid his fingers across his neck, adding, “But we can’t negotiate with a knife to our throat.”

Since that conversation, Rwandan troops and their local March 23 Movement (M23) proxy forces have completely encircled Goma. While the Rwandan government simultaneously denies supporting M23 while justifying its intervention as necessary for Rwandan security, the direct involvement of Rwanda has been extensively documented by the United Nations and acknowledged with alarm by the U.S. State Department.

Humiliated, many Congolese are now ready to take the war to its source. The prospect of interstate war in the region looms once more. The last time these states committed to war, as many as 5.5 million people died. The United States is the leading bilateral donor to Rwanda, giving over $170 million in assistance last year to a country where more than 40 percent of the national budget is made up of international aid. The U.S. government needs to use its overwhelming leverage to keep this deadly inferno in check.

Rwandan support for M23 introduces an unacceptable risk of regional escalation. Congolese President Felix Tshisekedi is managing the aftermath of his recent controversial reelection; Burundi’s elite is well armed and divided; Uganda is approaching a leadership succession crisis as its aging president, 79-year-old Yoweri Museveni, promotes his unpredictable son (best known for his undiplomatic use of social media) to head the armed forces; and Rwanda’s veneer of development hides its own volcanic tensions.

All these countries now have troops staring one another down in eastern Democratic Republic of the Congo. It would be a mistake to underestimate the frustration felt by many Congolese and the willingness to challenge Rwanda on its own territory.

Such a major security threat should be unacceptable to the United States. The Islamic State, also active in eastern Congo, is gaining ground and staging regional terrorist attacks as Congolese and Ugandan troops reposition to confront M23. There are concerns that Congo may turn to Russia to buttress its struggling army, although thus far Kinshasa has stuck with non-Russian (primarily Romanian) military contractors. Congo’s most effective weapon in the conflict is the recent arrival of Chinese attack drones. U.N. peacekeepers and the incoming South African-led multilateral military intervention are destined for retreat, humiliation, or quagmire if the conflict drags on. No external actor has the will to commit the resources needed to defeat M23 on the battlefield.

There are also less tangible but more serious reputational costs for U.S. inaction. Tshisekedi vocally threw his weight behind the United States against outright Chinese mining dominance and in support of U.N. resolutions condemning Russia’s war in Ukraine. If the United States is serious about attracting partners in Africa, it needs to support them when they are threatened.

That doesn’t mean turning a blind eye if Tshisekedi attempts to centralize power illegally, but it does mean forcing the Rwandans to the negotiating table. More broadly, not responding to aggression in central Africa reflects poorly on the Biden administration’s public commitment to international norms and fuels accusations of hypocrisy as Washington condemns Russian aggression in Ukraine.

The goodwill toward the United States in Congo is precarious, tainted as it is by the memory of steady support to Uganda and Rwanda throughout their invasions of Congo between 1996 and 2003. But Washington has also shown that it can flex its muscle when needed—and get the results it seeks.

In 2012, the U.S. and U.K. governments dramatically cut aid to Rwanda in response to the first M23 rebellion. It was not a smooth process, and the decision to cut aid only followed a media storm over M23’s takeover of the provincial capital of Goma. (Learning from this experience, the current rebellion initially encircled rather than captured the high-profile city.) However, it was effective. Rwanda withdrew support from M23 while remaining a U.S. aid recipient. The Congolese security situation temporarily improved.

Until the resurgence of M23 in late 2021, Rwanda’s military action in the Congolese provinces of North and South Kivu was restricted to covert actions, proxy conflicts, and consensual interventions with Congolese government approval. While occasionally destructive (particularly in 2019 in South Kivu), these actions did not provoke widespread countermobilizations or displacement.

In 2022, the U.S. government response started slowly and gradually ramped up pressure while maintaining a public stance of neutrality. Congolese support for the sanctioned Democratic Forces for the Liberation of Rwanda (FDLR), a Congo-based Rwandan rebel group led by members of the genocidal regime overthrown in 1994, was raised on equal footing with Rwandan support for M23, effectively endorsing the Rwandan narrative that the M23 rebellion was a necessary security measure.

U.S. Secretary of State Antony Blinken, who met with both Tshisekedi and Rwandan President Paul Kagame in August 2022, continued to reiterate equal responsibility. While stern words were supposedly exchanged behind closed doors, no sanctions resulted. The U.N. groups of experts continued to observe multiple phases of offensives and consolidation by M23 with direct Rwandan military support.

Finally, after year and eight months of conflict, six individuals were sanctioned in August of 2023: three FDLR commanders, one M23, one Congolese general, and one Rwandan general. The Rwandan general was promoted in response. The small amount of military aid given to Rwanda was only cut in early October 2023. There were no cuts to development programming, and Rwanda’s eligibility in the flagship U.S.-Africa trade agreement, the African Growth and Opportunity Act, was renewed.

Only in February, as M23’s forces finally turned to march on Goma, did the State Department put out a decisive statement condemning Rwanda and the escalation “caused by the actions of the Rwanda-backed, U.S.- and UN-sanctioned M23 armed group.”

Although necessary, taking a firmer line with Rwanda will have costs. The Rwandan government is a famously responsive security, trade, and development partner in a region infamous for poor governance. Since the aid cut in 2012, the Rwandan government has continuously strived to build this reputation as a good partner into diplomatic leverage to avoid a repeat of that embarrassing rebuke. It may have found that leverage in Mozambique and the Central African Republic, where Rwandan military forces offered badly needed security, allegedly subsidized through French development aid.

Washington is heavily invested in successful development programs enabled by the relatively effective governance of the Rwandan state. Cutting effective development programs, endangering budding business relationships, and retracting military partnerships are not desirable for the United States. Yet these costs pale in comparison to the risks of continuing escalation.

There are also concerns that U.S. perceptions of Washington’s regional interests may be distorted by an overly sympathetic view toward Rwanda by officials at the U.S. Embassy in Kigali. This concern has been raised privately by some U.S. officials in Uganda and Congo toward their Kigali-based colleagues.

Effective domestic development programs, consistent engagement, and tight control of speech by the image-conscious Rwandan state give Kigali-based international entities a view that is devoid of opposition voices. This concern is echoed among many regional political observers who see Washington as soft on Kigali. In Congo, this observation manifests in popular conspiracy theories of a grand CIA-orchestrated Rwandan ethnic imperial project.

Regardless of the cause, indecision undermines the Biden administration’s regional foreign-policy objectives of building bridges with South Africa—a leading economy on the continent— supporting a growing partnership with Kenya, and reaching strategic mineral deals in Congo, all of which take precedence over the strained partnership with the relatively small country of Rwanda.

If Rwanda withdraws its forces from Mozambique and CAR, the United States has a menu of multilateral or bilateral options to mitigate the consequences. In Mozambique, regional multilateral forces are already deployed and could be empowered. In CAR, bilateral security arrangements with the United States are rumored to be in the negotiation stages. Unlike in those conflicts, there are few good tools to stop interstate escalation in Congo once underway. For the moment, however, the U.S. government still can influence Rwanda and Congo.

Getting Rwanda to negotiate meaningfully requires pressure. While the overstretched U.S. foreign-policy apparatus must prioritize the ongoing conflict in Ukraine, war in the Middle East, and security threats in East Asia, proactive engagement in Africa’s Great Lakes region will save energy and resources in the future.

Reconstructing Congo after 2003, even to its current fragile state, cost billions of dollars, and millions of lives were lost in the fighting. The United States cannot afford another major conflict there, even one that appears for now to lie on the periphery of U.S. interests.

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