#like why are yall up in my ass about this

[isa-ghost]

OHHHHH YOU DON'T KNOW.

This was *my* final Dr*m controversy straw, this is what made me give up on his stupid ass and stop liking & watching him. This was back in 2021 or 2022, not sure which.

Prior to this controversy, his only big ones were the "accidental" speedrun cheating and a few instances of being really fucking immature towards random haters on Twitter, iirc at least. Whatever the case, the existing reasons you could hate and unstan him for at the time were very few, and small enough or Just insignificant (for a lack of better term) enough that I still followed him, but wasn't defending him bc I acknowledged he was in the wrong for them (woah, nuance in a Dr*m stan? Alert the press!!!) However, I was already well on my way to loathing GNF & S*pnap bc their stans USED to be the ones who were the worst abt fans of other dsmp members and such. To the point where I couldn't stand GNF in Dr*m's videos. Less important, I digress.

ANYWAY. I don't remember how the KKK edit was originally found or who found it, but it was proven to be real by using the Wayback Machine (screenshots & screen recordings of people using it to find the edit). Years and years ago Dr*m had one of those shitty deep fried dank meme doritos & mountain dew 4chan user ass ""funny"" edits only edgy incels like, and it was of the KKK.

Idr much of the edit itself BUT when it was discovered and blew up, Dr*m posted at first that it wasn't real (lying), and *then* people used Wayback Machine to prove it was, and when it was proven to be real Dr*m suddenly backtracked and said it *was* real but 🥺 He Gwew Up Wepubwican And Wasn't Tawt Abouwt Stuff, Pwease Fowgive Him He's Nawt Wike That Anymowe, He's Nawt Wacist!!!

Needless to say, his "apology" fucking sucked, as usual, who is surprised. On top of lying about it existing to begin with, and instead of, yknow, deleting the edit completely, because why wouldn't you, especially if you're supposedly not racist? All he did was private it. Never deleted it. (Or maybe he deleted it after people pointed out that he only privated it, idr since it was so long ago.)

I don't have Twitter anymore and haven't for years, but I did when this all came out. This thread of every shitty thing he's done up to a certain point (probably up until 2023 or smth) includes the KKK edit in it, if I'm not mistaken. Since I don't have Twitter I can't actually look at anything but the original tweet of the thread, so I don't remember what the thread includes.

Either way, it's a long list of garbage things he's done (not just allegations, actually real things he did). So it's worth looking at and spreading around.

So yeah. Reblog and signal boost this, yall. Let's free some more Dr*m stans who aren't morally bankrupt idiots like him. They may be the Tr*mpie equivalent of mcyt fans but the r slur shit has some of them waking the fuck up finally, so let's see if this thread helps too.

DREAM IT'S ME YOUR 100% NUMBER ONE FAN. DOUBLE DOWN. SAY NIGGA. PLEASE IT'S IMPERATIVE YOU'LL GET ALL YOUR FANS BACK. I'M GIVING YOU THE PASS SAY NIGGA. SAY THE HARD R

[kini-luv]

Hasbro needs to start making THEM appear more Other than using Arcee as their go-to Fembot which is starting to look like she's just a default/Npc and stuff, they are all great girls and deserve more attention because personally Arcee already has more than enough attention and fans to keep up with her Popularity, Im not saying Shit about her Im just Stating my Opinion and There are Some Arcee fans who already have come at me for not "supporting" Like Wtf they have their Own likes, So do I, and Arcee is a Good character but sometimes she's sorta of overated But I am not hating on her It's y'all's fault if you take it the wrong fucking way because of ur fav pink girl or some shit Ok. And In The Other OG Girls why The Fuck would you create some characters that you're not going to even Fucking use for a show or some shit I Mean Chromia ATLEAST Has some Fans Due to The comics and Cyberverse shits but The others are like as if they never existed. I barely see Firestar and Moonracer get SOME Love- And Also Lancer and greenlight? I mean what the fuck Hasbro that's their biggest problem of Making characters that have potential and then just throwing them off the boat acting as They were nothing, Atleast Elita is getting some recognition nowadays, But due to this fucked up ass shit with people calling her a bitch and stuff, They say they are TF fans and know everything and they act as if Elita was just a fucking mary sue selfish bitch and overlooked her role on the WHOLE ASS FRANCHISE, like what the fuck yall are mad anymore wtf is wrong with yall slvts

[jacksonseymour13]

This post is long

Anybody feels disappointed there wasn't enough angst, mistrust or tension between Gi-Hun and In-Ho? Angst!Inhun

I love these old lovelies and this ship with all my heart but I can't help but feel like it was lacking in overall conflict. Two people working together,main protagonist and main antagonist being allies. Gi-Hun's massive trust issues that were played up in the first 2 episodes leading up to him joining the games didn't nearly impact enough as the episodes proceeded. The significance of #01 and that connection to the old guy from S1(help I forgot his name😭🙏🏻).

I needed In-Ho proving and bending over backwards to have Gi-Hun trust his ass. In-Ho was on a mission to infiltrate Gihun's trust before ripping it apart last second as a "I told you so honey".

Gi-Hun definitely had a stronger tense dynamic with Sangwoo in the game, yes you could argue their childhood besties and have known each other for as long as possible but it doesn't change the fact Gi-Hun was weary of Sang Woo and showed several moments doubting his authentic nature in the game, especially after glass Bridge.

GIVE ME A HANDOUT! I need them screaming at each other and having a power struggle with Team X, I need them driving each other crazy and wanting to beat the living shit out of each other(although they never come to blows😉). Fake player In-Ho and Gi-Hun's dynamic was IMO wasted and could've been so much juicier. I'm happy with what we got but...

The greedy desperate cunty that I am needed just a little more gravitas and sprinkles of a little bit of this and that in their relationship. Gi-Hun should have been 100% suspicious and kept his guard up with In-Ho after he was the sole responsibility why everyone continued in the games post-1st vote. His red flags should have been going off crazily. Gi-Hun joined the game with focus not to play the same game again and play as Level 1, nah bro. He had his stats and composure maxed out.

He should have made a mental note of In-Ho never being present(becausenowayGihunwouldsuddenlyforgetahandsomemofolikethat)for waking up,red light green light and before the vote. Blud just teleported in. Gi-Hun had no real reason to trust In-Ho either but let me run with it before I get cooked by everyone(I still ship but the writing was a little questionable)

I would have loved Gi-Hun and In-Ho to have a conversation after 6 legs about In-Ho 'crash out moment'. That's his first glimpse exposing himself to Gihun without this unpenetratable armor of confidence. He saw In-Ho at a stressed point and would've been nice of him to reach out, make sure he's okay. They have a heart to heart there and In-Ho gets some truth off his chest that he has all this pressure of maintaining a perfect exterior. It would show a sense of inferiority complex and a little more depth of In-Ho in Gi-Hun's eyes. Gi-Hun just has the reason why In-Ho voted 'O and nothing else.

Using the fanon brainrot with this last one but I would have Gi-Hun replace Jung-Bae in the last mingle round of 2 players. It makes sense they would go together, It would be very interesting and turning point in Gi-Hun's eyes regarding In-Ho. It sucks because the writers HAD it right there and just did nothing with it. Jung-Bae not telling Gihun or Gihun ever picking up a sign In-Ho cannot be trusted was so fluffy and for what? I love fluff Inhun but angst Inhun would have went TWICE as hard.

Gi-Hun trust would probably solidify after seeing In-Ho kill that player after he votes for 'X but the potential, the confrontation and doubt needed to be shown so we can see how In-Ho would tip toe around such questions. Gi-Hun asking him where he was during RLGR,why he really voted for 'O in the first game just to turn around and vote 'X afterwards. The writers really let me down with this one yall but still a super sexy toxic ship that didn't fail me. Can't wait to see what Reveal!Inhun has in store for us.

[cheolaholic]

SNEAK PEEK 👀 RoL (12)

a/n; small little peek of the upcoming chapter !! read it now on my patreon, or you can wait til 18th Jan 2025 KST for it to be released here & ao3 ~ ヾ(•ω•`)o

You were on a video call with Aki as you told her your plans of visiting Japan during fall break. Her eyes lit up immediately you thought light would eventually shine through them. “Really!? You’re gonna be flying in?”

Aki always said she has a black cat personality. But, you’d like to think she’s more of a golden retriever. “Yeah, we’re thinking of flying in next week.”

“Whoa. We? Are your parents joining? Also, did you move places? Thank God, but please don’t tell me it’s in another shady neighbourhood.”

“Whoa, you,” you laughed, “One question at a time, girlie. I’m flying in with my friends. Yeah, I moved places and no, it’s not in a shady neighbourhood. I’m actually sharing a place with –”

“Whoa, there. You’re sharing a place with someone? Oh my God, is this a character development?”

A knock is heard at your door and it is pushed open, “Hey, pup, Mingyu is asking –”

His words die in his throat as he sees Aki on the screen of your laptop.

Aki blinks once, then twice.

“Is that… Is that Choi Seungcheol?”

Seungcheol snaps out of his frozen state a few seconds later, snorting when he approaches you. “Well, if it isn’t Kim Aki. I do not miss you one bit.”

Aki scoffs, rolling her eyes as she flips him off. “Likewise, you asshole. But, I do miss beating your ass. In fact, I might do that when I see you in the flesh!”

And thus, it was as if the years of Seungcheol’s absence never happened. The trio dynamic remained the same – Seungcheol and Aki bickering as usual, you being the diffuser. “Okay, enough of you two bickering,” you roll your eyes, “What is it about Gyu?”

“Ah, right. Gyu wants to know if you want to book a hotel room or an airbnb,” Seungcheol responds, handing you his phone to show you the multiple screenshots of hotels and airbnbs Mingyu had sent. “An airbnb would be cheaper since we’ll split the cost, but… I’m not sure you’d want to stay in a house with four men. Especially if they’re Wonwoo and Mingyu.”

“Wonwoo and Mingyu?” Aki pipes in, “You mean the famous streamer and model?”

“It’s a long story, honestly… I’ll tell you all about it when we meet. This is something we need to have brunch over.”

“Yeah, given their… hormonal nature, I don’t think you’d wanna hear them if we share a living space.”

“What about Vernon?”

“He sleeps like a log. Literally. There was one time we rented a homestay with a karaoke system, Wonwoo and Mingyu were singing to some Adele song; you know how high notes that woman can go and… super high notes ain’t really their thing. Bro slept through the entire thing.”

“So… if WonGyu were to have a threesome, an orgy… He just sleeps through it..?”

Aki snorts through the skin, “Oh, honey, there are people who can sleep through a lot of things. I dated this one guy who slept through an entire frat party!”

Seungcheol chuckles, shaking his head, “Sounds like something Vernon would do.”

“I don’t understand,” Aki says, cocking her head to the side, “Why can’t she stay with me? My parents are more than happy to have her over.”

Seungcheol narrows his eyes, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close, “Listen here, you prick. You’ve had her for the past five or six years. Which I do appreciate that you’ve been there and looked out for her. But, this time, she’s mine to spend time with.”

A knowing smirk tugs at Aki’s lips when she hears the way he says ‘mine’. She raises her hands up in mock surrender, “Alright~ She’s all yours. My suggestion is those three boys can rent an airbnb together or yall can share two hotel rooms. ___ can have one room while you boys share one; or two considering that streamer model duo.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad…”

“Or, you can share a room with Seungcheol.”

You looked at Aki as though a pair of dog ears had grown out of her head. “Look, by all means I am not making this sound like you are at fault. But, considering the whole stalking and assault incident, I’d say rooming with Seungcheol would be the safer option.”

“But –”

“Look, I know everyone out there makes Japan out to be this country with a super low crime rate; which is true, but when crimes do happen, it goes from one to a hundred just like that.”

Aki snaps her fingers to emphasize her point. She also heaves out a sigh, “And, the stalking cases in Japan are crazy, too… I-I just want you to be safe, ___. Plus, that man beside you is a boxer; not professional but he’s a trained boxer!”

You turn to look up at Seungcheol who seems to catch on to your upcoming question, “I’m okay with it, pup. The question is, are you okay with that arrangement?”

You’re quiet for a few moments, weighing the pros and cons (although there aren’t many cons). “Yeah, I’m okay with it.”

[xxstylefntsyxx]

꧁ Suguru Geto x Black! reader ꧂

Contains following; drug sex, makeup sex, cross faded, suguru being slick toxic, gohoe (gojo stupid ass), arguing and lots of STARZ ass scenario... (guh, anyone even used Starz anymore? Shit used to be a hit...), mating press, overstimulating, breeding, use of the word, 'Nigga', just some raunchy behaviors.. he slick delulu and think men want you...

Creator note: but please I'm fairly new so criticism is aloud... this is proofread...

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You were angry, really fucking angry. Gojo was driving you back home after another eventful night that ended with you and geto in seperate cars on the way home. You and him were at a club and he bring something up that made you sick. So, naturally you said sumthing slick to him too. It ended with you arguing in the parking lot and saying something along the lines of, "You can go fuck some other bitch if they make yo' dick hard!"

Either way, you received messages from him on your way home that were only fuel to your ever ending flames.

You turned your phone off. Ignoring all the calls and facetimes that came through. Gojo took a deep gulp before smiling weakly, "You sure you shouldn't pick that up? You know how geto gets on the road. He'll run a pedestrian over to get to you."

You huffed, nails clacking together as you put it on silent, you turned your puffy eyes to gojo and snarled, "Fuck that nigga! He ain't care when he said he ate me like I'm his ex! So, who give a fuck if that nigga weaving sum traffic fa' me!? 'Shit dead!" You huffed fixing your hair and sundress. Gojo came to a halt at a stop light, he pulled his shades to his nose to look at you. You were heated with geto. This was the second time he's said something like this that's made you angry.

"Who Shay? Yeah, she got some good pussy on them good days... oh you meant y/n? Eh, it varies when she wanna be available." He said laughing with toji. Toji made a slick reply that bounced off geto and stuck right into you. Later that night, you confronted him about it in the parking lot, and he laughed it off, trying to sooth your anger. But you were beyond it, "Well, if you didn't piss me off, I wouldn't say things like that in front of company." Piss him off!? The fuck did you do?

"What the fuck I do to piss you off, huh!?" You yelled. He mumbled about you talking to some guy you saw yesterday at work in the club that night. You angrily detest his accusations of cheating or attempt cheating and told him he was crazy. He yelled at you that he knew what you were up to and that if you were gonna play that game, then he'll play too. Yall screamed all night about it until you just settled on a fuck you and cutting the guy off.

You didn't do a damn thing. You made sure you ain't did nun wrong, even confirming with gojo that he was the one out of line and not you. As you reared home, gojo picked up his phone and spoke. You guys were entering your apartment gates when gojo suddenly halted. He started looking around before parking next to a black mustang. The car lights were on, illuminating the inside and their sat geto looking at the car. His gaze really was directed towards you. He held a phone to his ear as they continued talking hushed. Gojo hung up and unlocked the car doors.

"Shawty, im afraid you gone have to get out. I don't feel like having to buss his lip for keying my shit... he said go get in the car." Gojo said with a smile on his face. You huffed, "My fucking god!"

You got out the car, adjusting your dress to the cold air. You grabbed your Louis purse and your bubble coat before angrily making your way to his car. With a swiftness geto stepped out of the car, smoke emitting and hitting your nose with that familiar scent that made you almost dizzy. To take a hit of that would be heavenly. You pushed past him and got into the car.

You sat their breathing in the scent of weed and Suguru. Geto had went to gojo's car to give him the ole, 'Why you ain't leave her ass for me to come get her!?' Talk. Your hands found their ways into the astray pulling out a fat wood still barely lit.

Oh he fucking thought... You thought to yourself. You pulled out your cute lighter with the pink flames that he bought you to match his green flamed one. You took a long drag before puffing out in relief. Two drags in, the door opened. Geto got in, still pissed, eyeing you with cat eyes.

"What?" You said.

"The fuck you mean what?" He growled. You faced toward him, taking another drag and laughing, "What? Im not finna let you fuck up this wood... so like i said?" You laughed even more taking a couple more hits, feeling that familiar smoke build in your core. Your eyes started faltering and the air felt a bit too light.

Geto tilted his head, "You mad at a fucking joke? And I'm mad that you tryna fuck my bestfriend, so what?"

"Why you mad I want someone better than you? Maybe i should've gotten that guys number tok huh?" You giggled. Geto snapped and grabbed the wood from you. He took a few drags at it before gripping your throat with his free hand. It wasn't to hurt you and neither did he squeeze it like it was. But, something about his face and his body as he did it... turned you on....

"You tryna say he can do better than me mama?" He asked you, lidded black eyes stared right back into yours. He put the wood between his lips, using both hands to slide yours up toward the roof of the car. He leaned closer, smoke filling your lungs. You coughed, catching his attention, "Say it again."

The tension between you and him, had your body vibrating. Not sure if it was the weed, or that little bit of anger that still roared within your ribs but you granted him his wish, "Gojo could fuck me in a stupor before your sorry, pencil dick ass could ever. And maybe might get that nigga to join too, if he not pussy.."

Getos mouth twitched, he took his left hand and held the wood, "Ight..."

☆An hour Later☆

"Ooh daddy~!" You moaned against the covers. Aching and pulling at them as you sweated out on your stomach and knees. Geto was balls deep, pressing you into the bed and marbling st your brown ass jiggling against his abdomen.

"Yeah~? You thought daddy wanted to fuck some other bitch? You thought I was serious? How you think I feel watchin' all those bastards walk up on you, how they get to breathe my baby space? How they get to talk to you like their me... I hate that shit n' you go as far as to make me madder and say you gone fuck gojo?", his thrusts became monstrous. You had already come down your thighs four times and he was working you to your fifth.

Your thighs threatened to crumble when he grabbed the headboard with one hand. His other rested on your ass to keep you in place. You were whining, crying and begging.

"Ah~! Daddy, they didn't mean shit! They didn't mean shit daddy! Ohh my god~♡ I swear on my life I wouldn't fuck him! Aughhhh fuckkkkk~♡ Ooh daddy believe me!" You yelled out, hair falling over your sweaty body and face.

Suguru wasn't listening, "Uh huh? Now that's what it is? Now we don't wanna fuck Satoru? Nah, hold yo' resolve and spread them fuckin' legs."

You felt that coil in your stomach about to push you over the edge until their was no feeling. The Pounding stopped and the shaking on the headboard stopped too. You lifted your head enough to see suguru hovered over you. Sweat drenched face, eyes red from a good high and brows furrowed in frustration.

"You not gone do what I say?" He asked you. You're thighs were pressed together shaking. Pussy dripping on your thighs. You laid their whimpering for him, "Sugu~"

With a swiftness, he turned you over on your back. He dragged you to the middle of the bed with him where he folded you in half. Thighs pressed to either side of your head, you felt his thick tip slowly drive itself inside of you. He filled you back up, leaving you leaking his cum and squirt. "Auh~" you moaned. Words weren't forming correctly and your bubbly thoughts weren't connecting.

"Who you gone fuck? Gojo right? You gone fuck gojo right? How gojo gone feel hearin' this pussy sing f' me?" He asked. He pushed and pulled out of you, earning such dastardly noises. You arched against his chest when he sunk back in, picking back up his pace, "Now what the fuck I say? I was joking right?"

His thrusts were leaving you breathless and sightless. Eyes rolled up like rolling pins and mouth opened, drooling. Tears falling from your wasted eyes and lightly down your face.

He slapped your face with his free hand and asked, "I said I was joking didn't I!?" His hair fell around yours, lips brushing against your swollen lips.

"Yeah! Yeah nigga fuckkk~!" You cursed. He smirked when you responded to him in that week voice. That voice with hints of whimpering and compliance, his favorite sound.

"B~ but you made me mad too~!" You whined into his shoulder, scratching his back with broken stilettos (yes, he got them fixed the next day!) Making their marks down his shoulders and towards the middle of his back. He groaned, grinding his hips into you, dragging you against the bed and deeper in. You were thrown, he had you rung five orgasms ago, so you were a bundle of nerves laying under him. He felt his third orgasm arriving, "W~ why you think daddy fucking you like this? Cause I'm sorry too~ but don't daddy need to feel good too~?"

You couldn't even answer him before you're cumming again, "Cumming!"

He bit down on his lip before bearing down and cumming in your tight cunt for the fifth time. You were almost rabbit, fighting to come from under him. He complied and let you go with a chuckle, watching you rive and shake, trying to come down.

You were beautiful when you were angry. But, that satisfaction he got bringing you to your weakest. When he could make you made enough to make you go into thag cute little fit, then say everything your thinking, get a little high and fuck you down to a mindless bunny.

"Still no better than gojo?" He asked you with a wink. Your eyes were all a glow. You waved a hand weakly at his question and turned on your side. Suguru sighed, leaning into you and kissing your temple.

He loved his mad lil' fine shyt. He couldn't argue or complain with anything better than you.

Sorry if this was rushed or badly paced... I've been a little scared to post here so, there will be longer books and shorter books. 😅 *thank you to @anitalenia , for those cute dividers... 😍

[tvchi]

Disclaimers: DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK. DO NOT TRAIN AI WITH MY WORK.

Warnings: You are in charge of your own experience! Mature Audiences ONLY: 18+, Minors DNI- SMUT, Nudity, Female receiving fingering, Oral Sex, Anal play, Profanity Pairing: black male x black female Words: 4,420k

A/N: Hey yall! Since I'm committed to finishing a series or two that I've started here for 2025, I am back with Part 4 of this series. I have been feeling a type of WAY, not sure if I'm ovulating or what, but this was what came out, and I hope you enjoy it. For all of my smut bunnies that have been patiently waiting for something kinky to pop off since Part 1, welcome back! Lol. There are some flashback scenes here that are Italicized.

Summary: Adrian is grappling with a myriad of things including why Y/N (aka Alana) isn't responding to him, meeting deadlines for a demanding boss, his own hidden agendas within the company, and possibly the police? See what happens on this installment of Veiled Intentions.

----------------------------------------- Adrian

She’s dry and became startled at my touch. As much as she tried to play it off, something had shifted. Either she knows or something is going on, and I have a feeling it has everything to do with that nigga. I had two jobs when it came to her. The first was to keep her happy and have her thinking that she had some semblance of control. The other was to make sure that my affairs were private.

I contacted some of my eyes on campus, and no one seems to know who this light-skinned nigga is or what department he belongs to. He’s been seen leaving that library with Alana one too many times for my liking, and they seem to be…familiar.

One of the videos I received of the two showed that they exited the building seconds apart and at a reasonable distance, but she had that look on her face. The one where I can tell that she’s pissed at me but is trying to parse through her emotions and thoughts to deliver a sound explanation for the way she feels while conjuring the receipts to back it up. I’ve only seen her have that look on her face when she’s studying, arguing with one of her annoying colleagues at the department or into it with me. 

I’m not sure when this thing between Alana and I bloomed into what it is now, but I was all in. After that night at the gallery, I became increasingly drawn to her. She popped out of nowhere and right into my lap with the witty sarcasm of someone not phased by glitz and glamour. The kind of someone who could fit into any crowd but had an air of sophistication about her. Someone who could help me run an empire.

Outside of knowing that every eligible bachelor would want a piece of her fine ass, she was also an art history professor. Our paths couldn’t be more aligned. I knew I was gone when I asked her to move in with me just after a month and a half of us dating. She hadn’t given me any yet, and I was still fucking Tara, but I ended all of that on our fifth date. I wanted Alana around me all the time. I wanted to be in her skin if I could. While I believed in marriage, I also believed in taking my time in getting there. Something about her made me reevaluate my timeline. I needed her.

The first night we fucked, everything in me unlocked. I felt it would be worth the wait, but I had no idea how much. Our bodies were in sync from the first night. 

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It was the way her eyes begged for more as I kissed her. Savoring every bit of the champagne that was previously on her lips, I poured some down her chest and began to lick slowly. I didn’t typically like playing with food, but she seemed like the perfect meal and plate. Edible dining ware was what she was.

I licked every single drop off of her while her nipple pebbled. Her areolas were the perfect shade of dark chocolate. I took them into my mouth one by one, then together. Wondering what it would be like to slide my girth in between her tits, I hardened. She moaned. The sounds she would make could make a dead man rise. They made you want to learn about her body and find out how many different ways you could bring her pleasure just for a chance to hear her sing.

I trailed kisses down her stomach to her belly button and drank the pooling liquid from there. I wanted to experience every curve and crevice. I finally reached her mound. Smooth, fresh, hairless. She knew tonight would be the night, making me want her even more. I ate her like she was my last meal.

Her climax trickled down my goatee and mustache. I kept going, introducing fingers into her warmth and into her ass. Her eyes bulged and rolled to the back of her head. I needed a couple more standing O’s for my work before I introduced her to my throbbing dick. She came again.

She lay on the bed, almost lifeless, when I came out of my clothing and used the remnants of her organism to coat my shaft and enter her. She gasped as I stretched her. I’m not sure anyone has had the honors in a while because she winced in pain. I slowed my strokes, letting her adjust to me. She cried out to me, saying my name. It was then that I knew I would paint the city red behind her. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I gotchu.” “Too. Much,” she let out in a staccato. “You’re a big girl. I know you can take it.”

She cried and moaned. 

“You want me to stop?” “No. Fuuuuck, Adrian. No. Fuck meeeee” “Anything you want, Mami”

I drilled her until she gasped for air, and tears streamed down her face. It wasn’t long before we both climaxed. Round two went a lot smoother. She was still getting used to me; her movements were slower, but she rode me like her favorite horse. The views from the back sent me into orbit. Riding my dick, she palmed and massaged my balls, sending me to heights I didn’t know were attainable. 

“Alana, I’m gonna c–”

Right before I finished my sentence, she lifted off of my dick and began to take me into her mouth. She used her right hand to apply most of the pressure around my shaft and proceeded to take my balls into her mouth.

“Alanaaaa” I grunted. This was a sound unfamiliar to me. She stopped abruptly and looked up at me. After a second, she said, “Cum for me,” as she stared into my soul and proceeded to stroke my dick, suck my balls, and massage the saliva dripping down her mouth into my tent and ass. I busted immediately. 

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck!” I couldn’t help it. I screamed, my cream coating her face. She straightened her posture and licked the cum off of her lips with her tongue. She took her index finger and wiped her eyes next.

“Good boy,” was all she said in a sultry tone. Then she sauntered off into the bathroom.  When she reemerged, evidence of my lack of control was wiped from her face. She cleaned me off with the warm, moist rags. Slightly embarrassed, I attempted to apologize, but she cut me off.

“I know you’re not about to apologize for doing something I explicitly told you to do?!”

“I wasn’t trying to disrespect you by bussin’ on your face. I was trying to control it. I didn’t think you were going to–”

Her index finger pressed against my lips. “I don’t feel disrespected. I feel like I own you now,” she replied as a wicked grin stretched across her face. She had no idea how right she was.  -----------------------------

Tearing my thoughts away from that night and back to the footage before me, I thought back to this particular day. She wasn’t supposed to be on campus the day of this footage. She told me that it was going to be a maintenance day. I remember because I slid her about $500 and told her which color I wanted on her nails and toes. She looked at me with those bright golden brown orbs, and the corners of her mouth curled up the sides of her face, almost reaching her eyes. Thank you, baby. That was what she could manage before skipping out of the door.

When she returned, everything was done, but not before she went in to work on her day off—something she rarely did. Something was off. I called in a few favors and put a tail on this new guy. He looked like a cop or military officer, and if they were trying to get to me through her, I wanted to be the first to know about it. It’s nothing to get him sent for. If Alana was turning on a nigga, I needed to put her down too. 

I left the apartment and headed down to the museum. I had an important meeting with the head of Consortium, and from what I gather, he doesn’t take too kindly to waiting. Once I arrived, I greeted West and Rich. They gave me today’s itinerary, inventory, and any events that may be hosted today. I thanked them and headed to my office.

I retrieved my laptop from the secure safe and began typing in my code. From this computer, I could monitor all the cargo routes, see the merchandise in transit, and monitor goods from each warehouse. It was safer to track this here than it was at home. I couldn’t risk Alana stumbling upon this and asking all kinds of questions she wouldn’t get the answers to.

There was a big set of morals on that one. She didn’t dabble in the grey. It was one of the first things I learned about her when we were dating.

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“I don’t think anyone should withhold aid just because other people take advantage of it,” she said sternly. We walked past a homeless family with three kids sitting on the street. One of the kids had come up to us asking for money. Alana reached down in her purse, pulled out three ten-dollar bills, and gave one to each kid. She looked at me, waiting for me to contribute, and when I never did, she flashed a faint yet disappointed smile to the kids and bid them a good day.

She started admonishing me for my lack of empathy, chastising me for buying her lavish gifts but not giving to those in need. This sprung into a debate about the begging industry.

“So, you are aware that a lot of these people choose to stay poor to take advantage of your sympathy, using babies and children to do it. Some of these people, especially in foreign countries, maim their own kids, forcing them to be crippled their entire lives just to give the money they get from you to thugs. It’s an entire industry. Look it up,” I said intently.

“It’s not that I’m not aware of the disgusting side of poverty and how some of these people have to do disheartening and strange things for shelter, protection, and food. But if they don’t produce, then what? They end up dying.”

“And what if I told you that for a lot of them, death is inevitable, and your $10 isn’t going to do anything but ease your conscience.”

“You don’t know that! If it was you, would you want someone to help?”

“Of course, they all do. The way this society works, or any social and political caste system for that matter, there needs to be systemic help to bring them out of their situation. Because capitalism always needs to use someone’s neck as the first stone to climb the ladder of hierarchy, you won’t change anything, and neither will the political system. You’d do better donating to HBCUs, school libraries, or local art museums and programs.”

“Yeah, but who remembers them?” she asked, referring to the family she had just helped.

“No one”

“That’s just not good enough.”

“It shouldn’t be, but that’s the way it is,” I declared in finality. 

She eyed me curiously, probably trying to decipher how I knew so much about how the underbelly of society operated or how I’d formed such a crass opinion about society. She didn’t need to know any of that. I wasn’t trying to reopen those wounds for anyone, especially not her. 

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Someone opening the storage room on the eastern dock brought my mind back to the present. I peered intently at the unfamiliar face. He opened the doors wide, blocking the line of sight of the camera I was looking at, so I turned to look at another camera showing a different angle.

The man was tall, muscular, and wore a snapback cap with an arch in the brim. His entire outfit was all black, topped with a black slender puffer vest. He moved like he knew his way around the docks and our containers. I watched him picking up items and placing them back down. He marked things off on a piece of paper attached to a clipboard.

Working diligently, he moved deep into the depths of the shipping container until I could no longer see him or what he was doing. After a long while, he resurfaced again. Shutting the container doors, he locked it and proceeded to head to another container and do the same.

At first, I didn’t think anything was strange outside of the fact that I’d never seen this particular dock worker before, and I personally handed out payroll to each and every worker on the dock. He may have been a new hire, but I would meet him soon enough. It wasn’t until he left that I noticed something small yet odd. 

“Adrian, Lucien is in the conference room waiting to see you,” my secretary Octavia said. I kept the anomaly in mind as I gathered the documents I needed to present.

“I’m coming”

“Those are words I haven’t heard in a while,” she cooed. I paused and looked at her as she flashed a devious smile. 

“Mhm” is all I managed before I followed her down the hall. 

She was a very attractive woman. Caramel complected, cinnamon and vanilla scented, and soft-spoken, she had all the right weaponry when it came to her curves, and her slanted, hooded eyes looked at you like she knew.

I tried my best to avoid her, only speaking with her about projects and schedules, but she made the task impossible. She lingered a little too long, got a little too close, and was always a little too attentive. On some nights, when there were events at the gallery and Alana couldn’t make it, she often accompanied me around the room. People easily mistook us for a couple, and I had to correct the mistake that she didn’t seem to mind. 

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One particular night, at the Red Dragon Gala the museum hosted for the Chinese New Year two months ago, I went to my office to retrieve some bidding cards. We had run out downstairs, and there were way more investors than anticipated. That shit blew me because I always made sure that the list wasn’t too big as to draw attention to any particular event they were hosting.

I knew that my coming down here from the city had me pinned as the curator extraordinaire, but 30 big wigs in one small-town museum event for a heritage event was a little suspicious even for me. Our Chinatown wasn’t even that populous. I knew it wouldn’t make sense for anyone looking in, especially law enforcement, but nothing could be done about it. Everyone was already here. As I retrieved the last of the cards, I heard a set of heels behind me. 

“There you are,” she seductively beamed. “I was beginning to think I would have to send a search party for you.”

“No need. I was getting a few more cards for the auction. I didn’t know that so many people would be joining us tonight. I remember making that list and a lot less names were on it. A lot less invitations were created too. Any idea how this happened?” I inquired.

“Well,” she started, looking up at me with apologetic eyes. “Don’t be mad, but a couple of people on the original guest list wanted to bring plus ones who were interested in our events. I didn’t want to say ‘no’ and risk losing them as clients, so I obliged. Names on the guest list kept growing each week, but only those on the original list received formal invitations. I’m sorry,” she ran her fingers up and down the length of my arm. Her eyes never left mine.

“Next time, you come to me if you have issues with these assholes. You hear me?”

“No, I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear that. Couldn’t say that again,” she said, walking right into the space between my legs, lips at my left ear, and her right hand now caressing the sword underneath my slacks.

“Whoa, Oct—”

“That wasn’t what you were saying,” she continued, cutting me off. “I asked you to tell me what you said.

My breath became shallow, and after repeating myself, she unzipped my trousers. Reaching inside, she set my dick free and began to massage it.

“Nothing turns me on more than a man who protects. It makes me want to…give him things.”

“Like what?” I inquired, trying to even out my tone and steady my breath.

“The stars,” she replied, guiding me onto the floor by my member. 

I lay facing her as she lifted her skin-tight, floor-length dress and moved her thong to the side. She lowered herself onto me and, without hesitation, guided my dick into her warm walls.

“Shiiiiiiit,” he moaned.

With a salacious grin, she began riding me. Her even tempo allowed me to regain my composure because I was sure if she went any faster, I would be done for.

“You feel so good, Adrian. Is this what she’s getting at home?” Her alluding to Alana while bouncing on my dick didn’t sit too well with me, so I hoisted her up and changed positions. Turning her around, I placed an arch in her back and entered her from behind, snaking my hand around her neck. 

“Anh auh, we don’t talk about her,” I stroked, pounding my annoyance into her. As I proceeded to wreck her, I noticed that she had multiple tattoos of stars and planets on her ass, resembling a galaxy of some sort. It was the most intricate ink I had seen in a while.

“UUuoouuu, Adrian,” she yelled. I covered her mouth with my other hand, muffling her screams. Picking up on my rhythm, she started throwing it back. Matching me stroke for stroke, retreating and slamming into my center as I rammed into hers. The sounds of her creaming pussy and my hungry dick filled the air. 

I lowered myself just enough to whisper in her ear. “Don’t scream.” Then, I removed my hand from her mouth. I moved her legs together and pulled her arms back, using them as reigns. I entered her again. Her muffled cries ignited more fire in me. She tightened around my dick, threatening to explode.

“You better not fucking cum unless I tell you to. You fucked up once, don’t fuck up again,” I scolded.

“Please, Adrian. Please, baby, let me cum”

“Uh uh. You over here sending invites I didn’t tell you to send, then grabbing dick that ain’t yours. You must think you run shit around here.” The more I spoke, the rougher I became. I pounded her pussy until she almost collapsed. Her walls convulsed.

“Adrian, please. I’m going to come,” she gasped, tears streaming down her face.

“Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry, Adrian, please.”

“Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry for sending those other invites. It won’t happen again, baby, please.”

I was reaching my peak and knew I could not hold on any longer. My balls were pulsating. She must have sensed that I was there because she tightened her pussy around my dick.

“Fuuuuck!”

“Let me cum”

“Let me see you. Rain all over this dick, bitch”

She let go as I continued to pound. A shower emanated from her, wetting my legs, shaft, and the tops of my pants.

“Damn, that’s some good pussy. I’m finna bust.”

“Mmmm cum in me, Adrian. Cum inside of me”.

I growled. Her pleas set me off as thick cream shot out of my tip. I pulled out a second later, stroking the rest of the hot substance out onto her ass and back. I closed my eyes briefly, trying to regulate my breathing and regain composure. She wiggled her ass, causing some of the cream to slide down the curve of the tattooed ring of one of the planets inked on her ass, hitting the nearby star on the way down her leg. 

“Damn”

“So, did you see them? She asked. I looked at her in confusion. “The stars,” she finished, chuckling. -----------------------------------

She turned around as she opened the door to the conference room, a knowing smile dancing across her face letting me know that she could feel my eyes dancing over her ass. 

“Let me know if you need anything,” she said as I walked past her. She closed the door behind me and sauntered off. I had no time to think about all the different ways she could wet my dick. Plus, I wasn’t going to risk losing Alana for her. She had amazing pussy, but she was no Alana. I settled my thoughts as I walked over to Lucien. I extended my hand over to him, and he took it. We both sat down. 

“I know you’ve come a long way so I won’t waste your time with pleasantries. I see that my secretary has gotten you some pastries, coffee, and your favorite drink, so I’ll dive right in.”

“Man after my own heart,” he said, smiling while his entourage chuckled. 

I started delving into the presentation. There were three areas that connected our operation. I went through all the inventory we’ve been getting worldwide and on U.S. soil. All the merchandise that we housed totaled up to eighty million dollars.

Then, I presented an active list of everyone who was interested in clientele. To date, we had about three hundred and forty-seven active buyers and a couple more on the waiting list that had substantial capital.

Lastly, I reviewed the brick-and-mortar locations, land, and charities we owned and supported. I gave them an estimated time on when we could realistically expand operations at this location without raising too many eyebrows.

“All those years ago in Santa Monica, when you barged into my office, I knew you were the man for the job. You were dingy and straight off the street, but I knew you were different. No ordinary beggar, drunk, or gambler could leverage their debt into a million-dollar scheme like this,” he started. One thing about the threatened and wealthy is that they always try to remind you of your place. Beneath them.

He turned to his right hand, nicknamed Cain, and said, “I fucking told you. You told me not to trust him, and I said this one is a spitfire. And he’s good-looking too. He’s black and spic, but I bet you he can get people to listen to him. Didn’t I say that?”

“Yeah, boss,” replied Cain.

This is the part of our interactions where it starts getting racist and I start to tune out. They all knew that I was more than qualified for this endeavor, and if another person could do the job, they would’ve found them already. They’d take anyone over a nigga.

My returns did not lie; in 2 years, I had made them even more prosperous than they’ve ever been.  I united worlds that generally had nothing to do with each other, kept peace, and ensured everyone got paid.

Most importantly, they didn’t know how. A couple of months in, a couple of Lucien’s guys were following me, trying to uncover just exactly how I did my shit, hoping to mimic the system and cut me out completely. They should all know that niggas are used to getting fucked over, and by now, this nigga would have come up with a foolproof way to remain the plug. Once Lucien made good on paying off all of my debt, that’s when I really started escalating the business. 

“I need you to run by the museums on Pinehurst and make sure everything is ready for the event in two weeks. As you know, there will be a lot of A-listers present. I need everything to run smoothly,” his tone changed from lighthearted to firm.

“I’ve been going there twice a week since it was announced, and I’m already set to head over there tomorrow. Everything will go as planned,” I replied, insulted. I’ve been doing this for two years, and he hops on a plane to tell me how to do my job.

“Good. Well then, I’ll leave you to it then,” he said. “Oh, I’m sure you already know this, but there has been increased chatter about what we do here. A lot of curious minds want to know why there is a sudden interest in Harborview. Many of them think something fishy is going on and want to join the party. I would expect that you keep that girlfriend of yours close and your friends at the precinct closer,” he tossed over his shoulder while eating a toasted croissant. 

I packed up my things and headed to the conference room, leaving them to the snacks and drinks on the table. I didn’t have time for a dick-measuring contest. I still needed him, and he knew that. He was a wealth of information, and I still had to be tapped in to finish this phase of the program.

I wondered what he meant by “keep Alana close.” It only fueled the doubt growing within me that something was going on with her, and I needed to know what. Once I made it, I scanned the security camera around the building. A habit I indulge in twice a day during the work day and once more in the evening.

As I looked at the corner of the screen, I noticed a navy blue car that looked like it had been parked there for a while. I didn’t remember seeing it this morning when I pulled into the side entrance. Something about that car looked very familiar. I tapped into the other camera on the street, which was placed there by some of Harborview’s finest for extra security, and I could see some of the time within the car.

I zoomed in to see some of the items. There were two soft, small stuffed animals at the back of each headrest, and there was also a leather satchel with braided leather tassels that rested between them. I recognized that satchel after staring at it for a couple of minutes. What is she doing here?

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[shower-phantom-ideas]

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[dynamitekansai]

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[dailykugisaki]

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