#i have footage from this last time i just never took the time to upload more

[universitypenguin]

Chapter 26

Summary: Princess makes a worrying discovery while looking through Lloyd’s briefcase. Zach and Lloyd search Copper Ridge Quarry and have an argument. Meanwhile, Princess becomes entangled in the issue of a spy operating inside of Bishop & Howard.

Word Count: 5,024

Warnings: This story contains content that is intended for those who are at least eighteen years old, such as explicit sexual content, strong language, references to spying, murder, kidnapping and criminal elements. 

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Author’s Note: I did get this chapter published today as promised but editing took a really long time because it snowed here today, which was really depressing for me (come on, it’s March, give me sunshine) so I was feeling very unmotivated and lazy.

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Chapter Twenty-Six

As promised, you reviewed the footage of Nguyen’s interrogation. Two moments raised red flags. The first occurred when Lloyd mentioned Tate Corbin’s witness statement. From his previous interviews and court testimonies, you knew Nguyen wasn’t easily drawn into speculation, but the topic of his neighbor’s observations caused an abrupt change in his demeanor. Suddenly, he was eager to speculate. You marked the timestamp and wrote a note for Lloyd. The second red flag was more significant. As an interrogation subject, Nguyen was usually willing to answer questions, though the quality of his responses varied. That said, an outright refusal to respond was rare; in fact there was only one instance where it cropped up. 

When questioned about his former colleague who testified against him at trial his evasion stood out sharply in contrast to his typical style of guarded cooperation. It caught your attention, so you annotated that spot as well. Nothing in particular jumped out at you as significant in the rest of the footage, but watching it all together, it irked you that Nguyen hesitated to challenge his colleague’s testimony. Most murder suspects protested vehemently when confronted with false accusations.

The fact that Nguyen didn’t was unsettling. 

A staccato rap of knuckles on your door startled you from your musings. Landon stepped into the room and raised an eyebrow when he saw you massaging your temples. 

“Headache?” 

"Yeah. Re-watching Nguyen's interview is driving me nuts."

"Skip the aspirin this time."

You snorted. "Never again. What's up?"

"Jake and I have a stakeout. Need a ride home?"

"No. Lloyd's my ride, whenever he gets back."

"Text if you need us. Remember the silent alarm triggers are under the receptionist’s desk and in Zach’s office. He showed you?"

"Yeah, he did. Thanks."

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After the guys left, the office was silent. You finished reviewing the interview footage and made an attempt at Lloyd’s strategy of listening to the interview audios alone, which proved fruitless. The audio alone was too dull to be endured. After saving your notes to the shared drive, you strolled around the office to stretch your legs. It was nearly nine o’clock, and there was still no word from Lloyd or Zach. You opened the tracking app on your phone and verified their location in the woods near Copper Ridge Quarry.

You needed a distraction, so you poked around in the share drive and read the report Lloyd had filed on his meeting with Tate Corbin. When you clicked through the attachments for his handwritten notes nothing came up. There were no attachments anywhere in his last few uploads so they hadn’t been filed mistakenly. Your gaze landed on the hazelnut leather briefcase he’d left beside your desk. After a brief debate, you decided he wouldn’t mind. It wasn’t snooping if there was a purpose, right? You lifted the briefcase to your desk and took a deep, steadying breath. As you unzipped the main compartment, your phone rang, making you almost jump out of your skin.

Jen’s face flashed on the caller ID.

You sank back against the cushioned backrest of your chair and answered. “Hey, Jen. What’s up?”

“Not much, just checking in. How’s working from home?”

"It’s different. Kind of boring, but I’m getting a lot done.” 

“I haven’t seen much of Lloyd around the office lately. Is he working from home, too?” 

“He’s been doing a lot of field work,” you said, ducking the question.

“Mmmhh, really throwing himself into it, is he?”

Knowing Jen as long as you had, the dry tone of her voice tipped you off that she wouldn’t let the matter of Lloyd's absence go. She’d poke and prod and side-step you down the garden path until she had an explanation. You should’ve anticipated that the cover story Bishop had spread around the office, spinning your attack as a slip and fall by the pool, wouldn’t pass the smell test with Jen. 

“Yeah. Things picked up a bit in the investigation… uh, new leads….” 

“I’ve always appreciated that Lloyd goes after things like a force of nature.”

“Have you?” You raised an eyebrow, reaching into the front divider of Lloyd’s briefcase and pulling out a stack of files. The third degree was coming, and you knew it.

“He takes the bull by the horns,” Jen said.

“Interesting. Are you developing a soft spot for Lloyd?”

Jen snorted. “He’s right up there with Hawaiian pizza in my book.”

You laughed, flipping through the files. None of them were related to the Harmony case, so you set them aside and searched the second pocket in the briefcase.

“Wanna know something else about Lloyd?” you teased, hoping to distract Jen.

“Hmmm?”

“I only found this out recently, but he actually was a cowboy.”

“Are you for real?”

“Would I lie to you? He called me when he was in Idaho and told me about herding cattle and roping and my ovaries almost exploded.”

“I love that for you. Did he bring you pictures? Also, does this have anything to do with his odd choice of facial hair?”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Right, you’re too young to remember Westerns. You know the old movies about Doc Holliday, The Sundance Kid, Wyatt Earp…? I could go on, but you get the point.”

“I’ll have to ask him,”

“How’s your neck?” Jen asked.

“A lot better.”

You cringed, waiting for the attack to begin. 

“Mmmhh. Glad to hear it.” 

There was a long pause and you held back, distracting yourself from the temptation of talking by opening the next compartment of Lloyd’s briefcase. There was a padfolio and a few more files. You opened one of them and found insurance paperwork for a 1971 Mercury Cougar. 

“Listen, I heard about your fall by the pool from Bishop, and I know it was bullshit. Tell me what’s going on.”

“I can’t really talk about it, Jen. I’m sorry.” 

“Talk about what, exactly?”

“Jen… I can’t tell you what’s going on, okay?”

“Is it personal? Professional? Does it have something to do with Lloyd?”

You blew out a breath, considering your answer. The stalking was personal, but the IP address that the stalker had used to hack your work laptop was definitely professional. If he’d hack your laptop, who was to say he hadn’t tapped Jen’s work line, too?

“I’m dealing with some personal stuff.”

“And you were in the hospital twice this past month. There was an ER visit at Georgetown University Hospital and another in Harmony.”

“How do you know about those?” you demanded.

“Your apartment building forwarded over a stack of mail. I saw the medical bills and figured they were ER visits, thanks for confirming, though. I didn’t actually open them.”

“I can’t share it yet, but me staying out of the office is what’s best for right now.”

“Why were you in the hospital?” Jen asked.

You rubbed your forehead and wondered why you chose to develop friendships with people who had the personalities of Jack Russell Terriers. “I hurt my neck, just like Bishop said. The other one was for a medication reaction, but it turned out fine.”

“Fine? But who picked you up from the hospital? Did you call your Mom? Never mind, don’t answer that, I know you didn’t. Have you told your Mom what’s going on?”

Jen meant well, and you knew that, but she’d never comprehend that your Mom didn’t take her responsibilities as a parent to heart the same way Jen did. 

“I didn’t tell her I was in the hospital because it’s just not something she could handle. She’s kind of high strung,” you gently reminded her. “Lloyd drove me home both times.”

“So, Lloyd is taking care of you? Adequately?”

You rolled your eyes at her suspicious tone. “Yes, he’s shockingly good at playing nurse. And he can cook.”

“Thank goodness, I’ve been worried that you were subsisting on takeout alone.”

“I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch,” you said.

“Mmmhh. Well. I’m not trying to be pushy, honest. I just… worry about you.”

“I know that, Jen. Give me some time, okay? I’ll tell you everything when I can and hopefully I won’t seem like such an asshole then.” 

“You’re not capable of being an asshole except when you’ve been provoked to it,” Jen said. “That’s why I’ve been so worried.”

“Thank you.”

You picked up another file that had been in Lloyd’s briefcase and leafed through it. Once you realized that it was a copy of Joe Hansen’s will, you snapped it shut. Jen’s voice morphed into the background as she turned the conversation to a recap of current affairs at the law firm. Why was Lloyd still carrying a copy of his father’s will? On a scale of one to ten, how much of a violation of privacy would it be to read… maybe just the first page? The first few pages? Your internal debate was interrupted by a gasp from Jen. 

“I almost forgot to tell you! I met Mr. Howard the other day!” 

“Mr. Howard?” You drew a blank, having been more preoccupied with the will than the conversation. 

“Wilson Howard? The other half of Bishop & Howard? The infamously silent and absent founding partner of B&H…?” 

“You’re kidding!” 

“No, it was crazy, like stumbling on a unicorn on a jogging trail. He actually came into the office.”

“Why did he come in?”

“Because of you,” Jen said. 

“What did I do?!” 

“Remember the emails that you forwarded to HR? The ones from Westin Tafferty? According to the grape vine, they made their way up to Bishop, who responded by siccing Mr. Howard on Westin.”

“Oh, shit.”

Jen chuckled at your dismay. “He was here all morning and met with paralegals to get the tea on Westin before coming to visit me. He asked about you.”

“This is not good.”

“Relax,” Jen said. “He just wanted to know if Westin had harassed the whole paralegal department, or if he’d focused on you. And you’ll never guess what else I found out…”

“I’m afraid to ask,” you said.

Jen snickered. “Per Mr. Howard, there was a conversation between Mr. Bishop and Lloyd a month ago where Lloyd threatened to ‘use the Geneva Conventions as a to-do list’ if Westin kept bothering you.” 

You buried your head in your hands, groaning, while Jen laughed.

“Anyways, after he’d interviewed the team he went down to HR and had a two hour chat with Westin, who denied everything, but given that it was a two hour meeting, I think we can guess how that went.”

“No one called me about this.”

“You’d already done your part by reporting him,” Jen said. “Also, according to my sources, Westin left that meeting looking very rattled.” 

“I almost feel bad for him.”

“Ugh. Get a grip and cut that out, girl. You have no idea how incredibly therapeutic it was for the whole paralegal department to vent about Westin. The best part was that Mr. Howard just listened and took notes. If a man ever listened to me that attentively on a date, I’d jump his bones.”

You commiserated with her about Westin, and let the conversation drift back to the latest gossip from the office. When you finally hung up, you stood over the mess on your desk and examined the damage. It was littered with a treasure trove of mundane artifacts - five khaki file folders, a tin of mints, sticky notes, a travel tube of cologne, a power bank and phone charger, airpods, reading glasses, and three hundred dollars in cash. The files were what drew your eye. 

Curiosity was killing you, especially about Joe Hansen’s last will and testament, but you forced yourself to set them aside. It would be a betrayal of trust and if the situation were reversed, you’d be offended if Lloyd went through your private documents without asking. You surveyed the items you’d strewn over the desk from Lloyd’s briefcase and sighed, dipping your hand into the last, smaller back pocket of the briefcase in search of the missing interview notes. Your fingers brushed against paper and for a moment, excitement surged, but instead of papers you pulled out an envelope. 

Inside were three laminated bookmarks.

They were delicate and beautiful. One featured a bold splash of golden petals with a dark center like a miniature sun in bloom - a long stemmed Black-Eyed Susan. The other two flowers weren’t familiar. You inspected the bookmark that contained pale lavender flowers with tinges of blue, then examined the third marker, which featured pink petaled blossoms. Frustratingly, it was another flower you didn’t recognize. The pink flower reminded you of Prairie Phlox and Fire Pink, except to the best of your knowledge, no one had ever crossed those plants. There was no receipt in the envelope but when you flipped it over, the outside read: “Josephine.” 

Your eyebrows raised. Josephine? Who the hell was Josephine? Why had she given Lloyd pressed flower bookmarks, and more confusingly, why had he accepted them?

It crossed your mind a second later that the floral bookmarks might be a gift for you. That was a logical enough explanation but it didn’t hold up to closer inspection. Lloyd took pride in being an excellent gift-giver. He knew your tastes, interests, and preferences. The bookmark with the Black-Eyed Susans would be the kind of gift he would give you, but the other two were decidedly not. 

Using the plant identification app on your phone, you scanned the bookmarks to identify the flowers. The lavender flower was Common Camas and the pink was Elkhorn Clarkia. You didn’t recognize either name and when you checked the map of their native range, it made sense why you wouldn’t - they were native to the upper Northwest. Lloyd must have gotten these in Idaho. Frowning at the bookmarks, your mood slid from confused to suspicious, then darkened. 

Your chest was tight and your heart pounded out a chorus of eighth notes, turning your skin hot. The floral bookmarks weren’t something Lloyd would keep without a good reason. On the envelope, you inspected the handwriting of the name ‘Josephine’ and confirmed it was Lloyd’s. Who was Josephine? Did she live in Idaho or had she traveled there for his father’s funeral? Did they spend time together while he was there? Was she the real reason he’d neglected to call you while he was gone? There was a horrible feeling in your gut that you couldn’t ignore. 

The realization that there were parts of Lloyd that you were completely closed off from hit like a slap in the face. There were sides to him you’d never seen. He had a past that transcended the three years you’d shared. Of course that was normal, but the utter lack of awareness you had of Lloyd’s past wasn’t normal at all. If you knew who Josephine was, maybe these bookmarks wouldn’t make your heart slam against your rib cage. You’d know if she were a matronly ex-neighbor or an ex-girlfriend. That was something you ought to know, and the fact that you didn’t have a clue made your stomach churn. It seemed that beneath the veneer of trust you had in Lloyd there was an abyss of uncertainty. While your friendship had been built on healthy habits, it was painfully obvious that your romance lacked the same sturdiness. The dawning awareness that all it took was three flimsy bookmarks to fracture your relationship burned. 

You took a deep breath and tucked the floral bookmarks into the envelope and returned it to the same pocket. Then you began methodically returning all the items back to their original position, careful to order them exactly how you’d found them. 

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A strange chemical scent hung in the air. Lloyd wrinkled his nose and swallowed, grimacing at the bitter taste of rotten eggs. He stood with Zach at the chain link fence that sealed off Copper Ridge from the rest of the world, looking up at the double rows of twelve-foot high razor wire topped fencing. The sight reminded him of prison.

Decorating the fence were brightly colored posters signaling danger lay ahead. 

Zach coughed into his elbow. “This place smells like my grandmother’s garden, but way, way, worse.”

“What?” Lloyd asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Her garden plot had alkaline soil, so she treated it with Lime-Sulfur every spring.” Zach coughed again, then examined the warning posters. “Arsenic, sulfur, lead, benzene, radiation… What did they do? Nuke this place?” 

“That probably would’ve done less environmental damage.”

“Check those security cameras,” Zach said, tilting his chin at the gate post. 

“We can assume the killer isn’t just driving up to the main gate.”

“Given what they’re containing up here, those cameras probably aren’t new.”

“He must have a more discrete method of accessing the site,” Lloyd agreed.

“So, we’re hiking the perimeter?”

“It’s due diligence. The three bodies we have prove that we’re looking for an experienced hiker who isn’t afraid of moving his victims over rough terrain.” 

“The perimeter is thirteen miles and the sun’s about to go down.”

“Got an extra flashlight?” 

Zach smirked, and quipped, “one is none.” 

Their flashlight beams were necessary under the thick canopy of vegetation, even with the sun still shining overhead. The trees cast long shadows and stretched their fingers across the forest floor. Recently fallen leaves squished under their feet as they followed the fence line, still too wet to crunch. Crisp air whipped against his neck and Lloyd flipped up the collar of his jacket. 

“I hope Princess doesn’t intend on letting your genes into her bloodline. Not after this.”

“Shut up,” Lloyd muttered.

Zach snickered. “Touched a nerve, eh?”

“You’re getting exposed to this shit right along with me, asshole.” 

“Not really. I had a procedure in the 90s to ensure none of my swimmers were medal contenders.” 

“For the love of all that is holy, please shut up.” 

“Why didn’t you bother with a vasectomy? Nervous about someone poking around down there?” Zach asked.

“Getting clipped has never been on my agenda.” 

Zach stopped abruptly. “You want kids? Really?” 

“Fuck no! You of all people get why.”

“I do. Hence, the vasectomy I got at twenty.”

“I don’t want kids,” Lloyd stated.

“Your actions say otherwise,” Zach said. 

“No, they don’t. All my actions say is… Why are we having this conversation?”

“What about Princess?”

“What about her?”

“Does she want kids?” Zach asked.

“How should I know?!”

“You’re dating her.”

“This is what you want to talk about right now?” Lloyd demanded.

“Does she?”

“Come on, we’re in the middle of something. Now isn’t the time.”

“What are your intentions towards Princess in the long term?” 

“Zach, are you giving me the shovel talk?”

“Why would I bother digging a grave when I know this place exists? Answer the question. Where is this thing with Princess going? Are you serious about her?” 

“She’s important to me, of course I’m serious.”

The blond man’s eyes sharpened. “Serious is different than being serious about her. Are you going to move in together? Get married?” 

“Move in where? The townhouse? Her place? She was nearly strangled in my backyard and Aiden planted a camera at her apartment.” 

“Fine, sell both places, combine funds and get a house with a yard for the kids. I’m in Thursday night golf league with a couple realtors. You want me to hook you up?” 

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Nope,” Zach agreed cheerfully. “Look, the past three months are the happiest I’ve ever seen you. Princess, too. But I also know your track record with relationships so I need to know that you’ve got your head screwed on straight when it comes to her.” 

“I appreciate that,” Lloyd said. 

“Good. When are you going to talk to her about moving in together?”

“Have you always been this pushy?” 

“That’s not an answer.”

“I don’t know, damn it!” 

“You’ve been dating for three months. Figure it out,” Zach said. 

Lloyd sighed. “Three months isn’t very long.” 

“Sure, but the math is different for you two. You were friends first.” 

“She’s my best friend. I don’t want to see her hurt. Not by a stalker, or anything else.” 

“Look, Lloyd, Princess is a good friend to me, too. I don’t want to see her hurt either. She’s going to need a commitment from you soon and what I’m trying to ask is this: how close are you to giving her that?”

“You know my track record with relationships,” Lloyd deflected. 

“I also know your track record with Princess. You’ve never disappointed her before and I’d prefer not to see you screw that up.” 

“I care about her, Zach. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone, and I don’t want to lose her or hurt her.” 

“But you’re afraid you will.” 

“My issues with women are legendary.”  

Zach snorted. “Let’s not pretend they’re just with women. You’ve got issues with everything.” 

“I’m not the white picket fence happily ever after type of guy.” 

Silence descended, lingering in the air, as if Zach was waiting for Lloyd to continue. He gritted his teeth and held his peace, refusing to add fuel to the conversation. 

“Figure it out, man. Lay your cards on the table soon, because Princess deserves to be with someone who’s all in.” 

“I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but-”

“What? You’re waiting for the right time to make up a bullshit excuse and end things with her? Once we catch her stalker, and we will, you can’t just turn around and break her heart-”

“Shut up.”

Zach sneered. “Like hell I will. Don’t tell me-”

Lloyd grabbed the Texan by the collar and covered his mouth, silencing him. 

“Shut up and listen, damn it!” 

Zach froze, alertness sweeping over him in an instant. They waited, silent. From somewhere ahead of them in the woods came a rustling sound. 

“You heard that?” Lloyd murmured. 

“Yeah.” 

Lloyd reached into his jacket and pulled out a Glock 19 while Zach took a .38 pistol from his boot. The gun clicked as Zach chambered a bullet.

“Turn off your flashlight,” Zach whispered. 

From ahead there was a flurry of rustling accompanied by the sounds of breaking twigs and branches. 

“An animal wouldn’t make that much noise,” Lloyd muttered. 

“Whatever it is, we’re not alone out here.” 

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You struggled to focus on the computer screen. It was 10:30 and your eyes stung from too much screen time. Blinking against the dryness, you watched the rapidly moving footage flashing on the monitor. You’d shut off the lights in the office and re-played Nguyen’s interview at 4 times the normal speed. The rapid fire images helped to exaggerate changes in body language, which was what you’d decided to focus on. 

After attempting Lloyd’s technique of listening to the interview without visuals, you’d come to your senses and realized that while Lloyd could listen more accurately than anyone you’d ever met, you needed visuals, especially body language. Therefore, you turned off the audio and sped up the footage, watching Nguyen speak, noting his facial expressions and movements. 

Your eyes watered in protest at the excessive amount of blue light they were enduring and you squeezed them shut.

When they opened again, the laptop screen wasn’t as bright. You tapped the trackpad and the screen brightened. The laptop was plugged into the wall socket next to the desk. You leaned down and double checked the connection, then looked at the icon menu on the bottom right corner of the screen. The battery was at fifty percent and the plugged-in symbol was conspicuously absent. Your eyes darted to the digital clock on the wall and found its dial frozen, displaying the time as 12:00 AM.

Your stomach dropped. 

No electricity. Shit. How long? You had no illusions that the source of the electrical disruption was anything other than man-made. There was no heat wave, thunderstorm, or high winds. You moved to the window and peaked through the blinds to see that the lights were still functioning in the shopping mall. Zach’s suite appeared to be the only one without electricity. 

You grabbed for your phone, only to find that the spot where it had been was bare. Goosebumps broke out on your skin. The room was eerily silent. Your heart raced as you scanned the deep shadows and debated whether to run or scream.

“Sorry to drop by after visiting hours.”

The voice from the darkness was calm, almost conversational, but laced with an undercurrent of humor that was more terrifying than malice. You lurched back, eyes focused on the barely discernible silhouette of a man standing in the corner of the room. 

“Who are you?” you gasped, the catch in your breath turning your voice into a whisper.

The figure moved and you lept backwards, then screamed when your back slammed into the solid barrier of the wall. A man stepped out of the shadows, into the pool of light from the east window. He had sandy blond hair and cerulean eyes. Something about him triggered a wave of recognition, but you struggled to place him in your memory. 

“Hello, Princess.”

Your muscles bunched and your nostrils flared at his casual use of your nickname. The man raised his hands in surrender. Despite his overture of peace, you didn’t relax. 

“My name is Court Gentry. We met briefly in Singapore.” 

“When and where?” you challenged.

“The casino bar. It was your birthday.” 

The memory came flooding back. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to talk to you. Alone.”

Hair rose on the back of your neck, but you defiantly tilted your chin. 

“I know Lloyd,” Court said, taking your lack of response for confusion.

“Yeah, I’m aware. Why are you here?”

“Because Lloyd refused to help me.”

“Sorry?” 

“I need someone to help me get into Bishop & Howard,” Court said.

“By ‘get in,’ I’m going to assume you actually mean ‘break in.’”

Court’s lips twitched into a split second smile that faded into seriousness.

“There’s a spy in the firm,” he said. 

“And you know this, how?”

“I keep tabs on Lloyd. I assume you’re aware of why?” 

“Mmmhmm.”

“A few months ago I was on a job and… came into possession of a laptop. There was a reference to Bishop & Howard on the contents of that device, so I followed up. One thing led to another and the next thing I knew, I’d uncovered a plot to steal top secret information from the U.S. military.” 

“You thought Lloyd was behind it, didn’t you?”

Court inclined his head, conceding the point. “It wouldn’t be the first time he betrayed his country, Princess.” 

Your eyes narrowed. “That’s why you were in Singapore.” 

“Yes. Events in D.C. from the law firm proved Lloyd innocent, so I approached him and asked for help. His answer was a very vehement ‘no.’” 

“He doesn’t do that sort of thing anymore.” 

Court nodded. “But that puts me in a bind, because the spy is making his final transmission tonight and I need someone to help me get past security. That’s all I’m asking, Princess. If you can get me to the sixth floor of the firm-”

“Bishop is the spy?!”

“No. He’s not behind this. I already cleared him as a suspect.”

“Executives and administration are the only departments on the sixth floor. What kind of government secrets would they keep up there?”

“There’s another department on the sixth floor,” Court said. “Patents.” 

“Right. I knew that, but there’s only like five people in the patent department. They keep to themselves and everyone else kind of forgets they exist.”

“Will you help me?” Court asked.

“What, exactly, am I helping you with? You never told me what these secrets I’m supposed to be protecting were.” 

The blond man studied you, weighing his words, before he spoke. 

“It’s a Department of Defense project called Project Prometheus. Whenever the government enlists private groups to develop top secret technology, they allow them to file patents on their inventions with a private firm. Only once the technology is de-classified do the patents become public record.” 

“What’s Project Prometheus?” 

Court sighed. “If I tell you, will you help me?” 

“Maybe.” 

“Project Prometheus is next generation jet fuel. It’s designed to power the upcoming F-37 Valkyrie fighter planes. The spy at B&H already sent information on the chemical structure of the fuel and how to synthesize it. All that’s left for him to transmit is the engineering specs of the jet’s fuel system.”

“I hate to break it to you, but I think the cat’s already out of the bag if they have all that.” 

“It’d be more accurate to say that they have the cat, but no bag. Without the right bag to put the cat in… ka-boom,” Court said, illustrating an explosion with his hands. 

“Why are you reaching out to me now?”

“Because the spy contacted his handler today to let him know that he’d be sending the rest of the documents at midnight tonight.” 

“All I would have to do is get you past security?”

“You have access to the sixth floor,” Court said.

“What about the security around the patent department? I’ve seen their door. It looks like Fort Knox.”

“Doors, plural. I have a plan for that. All we need to do is get in, set up some equipment and hole up in your office while we wait for the spy to show.”

“Are you going to turn him in or capture him?”

“My goal tonight is only to block his transmission and learn his identity. Once I have that, I’ll go to the FBI. Confronting him on my own would be counterproductive. If the authorities can get him to flip on the Chinese, that would be the best outcome.” 

Lloyd would kill you for even considering this, but at the same time, you felt compelled to help Court. He’d go after the spy with or without you and his chances of success were a lot higher if you went along.

“Okay. I’ll help you.” 

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[idontlikeem]

I’ve seen so many blogs tagging “this is the original post btw” or “imagine reposting someone’s gifs”

I can asure you 99% of people don’t even notice who posts what and when, we just like and reblog and move on. I don’t even understand this much drama but I think it’s so stupid like maybe if it’s a literal gif you made and then someone uploaded it somewhere else, then ok. But like, photos you didn’t even take?

We’re supposed to be grown people, let’s just enjoy those hot old men in peace please! 🙏

Yeah, also if people see things on Instagram or wherever they’re also allowed to post those things. They’re allowed to make their own gifs of games we’re all watching together. Nobody on this website owns the Pittsburgh Penguins, we are all technically stealing from the people who do when stuff is made. There’s not a special fan level you have to reach to make your own posts—the only reason needs to be, you want it on your blog.

I don’t get it. I don’t know why this started, but I do know it hurts fandom and the community. It makes new people feel like they aren’t allowed to post and share stuff which isn’t the case at all, but if too many people think that it sets up fan hierarchies and that is so not the point of being here and doing this.

I believe very strongly in the community-building aspect of sports and sports fandom, whether that’s here or as a normie fan out at a sports bar. Gatekeepers in both those spaces shrink communities, which is the last thing sports fans should want if they want their chosen fixation to grow and improve.

Nobody owns public Instagram posts made by random people that anyone could find. Nobody owns game footage, or YouTube footage. Nobody has a special claim on posting new stuff, or making gifs, or typing text posts, or live-blogging, or whatever. We’re all here to enjoy this sport and this team and actively seeking out ways to make it less enjoyable for others is something I will never understand.

Like you said, so many of us just hit “reblog” (or “add to queue” in my case). Also to your point, actually stealing—saving down someone’s gifs and posting them either here or to other platforms, or taking someone’s photos that they themselves took and posting them around without even asking—is not okay and is unfortunately too common on Twitter. Don’t ever do that, gifs take time and personal fan photos are not public domain. But making your own gif of something that happened in a game is not even remotely that.

#I dunno guys! #it makes me sad #isn’t it easier to just…not?

[lustfangs]

Treble clef anon here (𝄞)!

I hope this new piece lives up to my previous standards. Of course, as per your suggestion, we'll be taking a deep dive into the wonderful world of dumbification.

Afterall, what need have you of thoughts - when you're so wet and horny and needy and dumb that all you can think about is how bad you want to be ruined right now?

xxxxxxxxx

It began at work.

It's been a pretty busy month - with calls coming in one way, emails the other, and your boss constantly nagging you about some shit you sent to the wrong person last week, it's astonishing you're even able to keep up. Well... you haven't really been able to keep up that well. Every night you get home so tired you can barely blink without falling asleep, yet the moment you roll laboriously into bed, you're kept awake by the persistent low-level stress of knowing you've got to go to work again tomorrow.

You've thought of getting a therapist, but who has the time for that? Rubbing at your clit at night, awash with the hot flood of an orgasm or three, is all the reprieve you really get from this damn job. And even then, it's so short you barely notice.

So it's another morose, upsettingly boring day when you sit down at your desk, getting a final stretch in before switching on the shitty little company computer and opening the first few emails. They're the normal stuff: finances, shipping, some idiot lost their keys again, etc.

Except, there's one new message. Unknown sender, but you can't be bothered to run up the name. It's probably some newbie who forgot to switch to their work email. Inside, you see some garbled-looking text, obviously photocopied from somewhere, and a file attachment.

Fuck it, might as well, you think, double-clicking your way through. It's some kind of webcam app - your beleaguered old in-built cam blips to life, a dim light in its corner to show it's somehow still shambling on. On your screen, you just see your face. Haggard, strained, and shadowed with eye bags darker than your eyeliner, you look about as miserable as you feel. Across this dour screen flashes a message. Quick, subtle, but you catch it.

"Blink twice"

Hell, why not. You blink twice.

"Good girl."

Your cheeks flush, that light red startlingly noticeable in the slightly grainy camera footage. Oh, so that's what this is. One of those call-and-response porn bots? You'd heard of them before - hell, you'd been sent them before, whenever some dumbass let their email get hacked - but this one is surprisingly well put-together. Usually, big compilations of these pop up either on youtube or on porn sites, depending on what they ask people to do. Long compilations of tired workers being a little goofy, or a little slutty, into a camera that scrambles their identity when the recording's over.

It's funny, you never thought you'd get caught up in one of these. Maybe you'll be able to get off to it later, when it's inevitably uploaded to the hornier channels of the internet. No new emails. So for now, you keep watching.

"Blink again"

You blink, a damp little spot between your legs.

"Good girl." "You love doing what you're told."

Your breath hitches, the look on your own face enough to send a thrill of lust through your body.

"Nod for me."

Your head bobs once

"You love doing what you're told." "Nod again."

Thank god you're in a cubicle with a door, even if it's just a flimsy bit of cardboard. You nod, mouth slightly agape, and keep staring.

"Good girl." "Show me your tits."

You glance around, making sure nobody's around. Getting up a little, you can see there's even fewer people in than usual. Just you, your boss, and a cleaner. Guess everyone else took the weekend off. Or they're just working from home; you live too close to work not to bother coming in and keeping home separate.

Dropping back down into your seat, you flash your tits - short, sweet, and just long enough that you get an eyeful of yourself, before tucking them back under your shirt.

"Good girl."

The look on your own face is something else. Mouth a little open, tongue just by your lips, you barely manage to restrain yourself from groping at your tits, just dying to see how hot you'd look doing it.

"Again."

They're out in the air before you even realise, and with the click of the far door, you know the janitor's gone for the day. Just you, and your boss in her closed office.

"Touch them."

Your repressed need for some release takes over; groping needily at yourself, you do everything to look as slutty as you can in your reflection - kneading, pinching, pressing them together until your nips are nice and puffy, and you're aching to have them sucked.

"Good girl." "You hate thinking, don't you."

You keep staring, transfixed.

"Nod if you don't want to think"

You've nodded already, and it takes a second for you to realise you actually need to stop. Breath shaky, you drop your hands from your chest, just moving your arms to squish your breasts together and jiggle them a little, chair creaking beneath you.

"Good girl." "Don't think, just nod."

Your head bobs on its own, following the words.

"Don't think." "Take off your shirt."

The cotton lands in a heap on the floor, barely able to contain the instinctual nodding, as you get to see your smooth skin for the first time today. A drop of drool lands on your leg. Where'd that come from?

"Don't think." "Good girls don't think."

Another wet drop on your legs.

"You're a good girl, aren't you?"

You nod vigorously, staring at the image of your own tits.

"Say it."

You stop, suddenly unsure. It feels so good, but... say it? Your mouth forms the words, your head fills with their tune. Will your boss hear you? Surely not, she's behind a closed door afterall?

"Say it."

You raise your head a little over your cubicle wall, just enough to see. She's busy behind her desk with something, barely visible through the slats of her covered office windows. The door is firmly shut.

"I'm a good girl."

"Good girls don't think."

"G- good girls don't think~"

"Good girl." "What are you?"

"I'm a good girl."

"That's right. You're a good girl. And good girls don't think." "Good girls are dumb."

You shift your legs, and feel your own fingers already there, rubbing away at your clit like there's no tomorrow. It's so, so, wet down there, and you can't help yourself now, can you?

"Say it."

"Good girls... are dumb."

"Good girl." "What's your name?"

"I-"

You can't... remember? Your own name? Where was it again - oh, yeah. It's on the floor, on your discarded shirt. You fingers slip inside for a second, and the blind, gasping lust that seizes you refuses to let go, wetly plapping your own hand against your plumply pretty labia, every thought vanishing like smoke.

"What are you?"

"I'm a good girl~"

You whine, eyes rolling over how good you're making yourself feel.

"Your name is slut."

"My name is Slut?"

"Remember, good girls don't think."

"Mnnh~"

You bite your lip, unable to block the low moan sliding out of your throat, your new name locking into place. You should have that put on your... cube ickle? That's a long word.

"Long words are funny." "Good girls are dumb. Long words aren't dumb." "You don't need long words. You're dumb." "What's your name?"

"Slut."

"And what are you, slut?"

"A good girl~"

"And what are good girls?"

"Uhhh..."

You strain your mind to think, absently licking the sweet slick off your own fingers. Humping your hand, creaking the chair, you desperately try to grasp what you were thinking about - was it your wet, aching pussy? No, that's not it. What about this hot feeling between your legs? And how about those cute tits on the screen in front of you? Yeah, that makes sense!

"Good girls are dumb." "My, you really are a good girl."

"Mmhm..."

"So what are you, slut?"

"Uhm... I'm..."

"You're a dumb slut. That's what."

Your whole body trembles as the pleasure suddenly washes over you, hips rolling your sloppy pussy onto your fingers, helplessly riding them as you stare at the pretty slut on the screen.

"Stand up"

You shoot to your feet, tits bouncing as you try to keep fingering yourself, even standing up. Oh look, you're boss' door is open. Wow, has she always been this hot? You shoot a look back down at the screen.

"Cum in my office." "Edge until you reach me. Kneel every time you get close."

You follow the pretty instructions, dumb brain shorting out every time you get so, so close, and dropping to your knees, dripping wet juice all over the floor each time. By the fifth time, you're right by her door, and fat tears are rolling down your face as you grope desperately at your tits instead of your puffy pussy. Finally, you step inside. The office is decorated all in black, as is your boss, her chest and thick cock both straining against her clothes. Standing there, you fingerfuck yourself for her pleasure, squealing with need as the floor soaks in your juices, the smell of sex wafting through the room.

She just watches, clicking a pen.

Why is it so hard now? you think, mashing your clit so hard you're crying all over again. Let me cum for her! I want to cum for her! I'm a good girl! Good girls are dumb! I'm dumb slut! Dumb slut want cum! Just those words flash through your mind, and soon enough you're saying them out loud.

"I'm a good girl! Good girls are dumb!"

"Yes, my dear. Good girls are dumb. And you're such a perfect, pretty, dumb little girl for me, aren't you~?"

The orgasm comes with a scream, dropping you to your knees, then onto your face, as wet cum squirts against the glass of her office, thumping dully in the heart-pounding quiet. Your breaths are nothing but moans and whines, your poor mind gone completely. Just a fuzzy haze left, mumbling something into the wet carpet as trembles wrack your body, showing off your pretty back, and your pretty cheeks, to your new master. Wasn't she your boss already~?

~~~~~~

tadaa! I can do a part two if you like Something tells me your boss won't be satisfied with just watching you lose your mind in front of her.

I get the feeling she wants to keep you.

But who am I, the author, to decide such things?

P.S. I hope you feel a little better now, and hopefully you'll have an easier time of it than before.

Treble clef anon you are my savior!!!! I’ve missed you <33 please send that second part over I’ve been so busy lately :((

#nsft #bd/sm blog #nsft text #rough cnc #nsft concept #cnc k!nk #* zel answers.

[shimmiemoonie]

Jotaro x Reader Buzzfeed Unsolved

Just went on a buzzfeed unsolved binge when i got bored last night and this came out as a result. This is crack so please treat it as such. I may write a second part if people enjoy this. I just like the idea of Jotaro using Splat to mess with you. (Also this is an everyone lives AU bc I said so)

Also when I wrote this out I had this in the original Buzzfeed Unsolved meme format but it didn’t copy over so the stuff written like this is Joot speaking

“Hello and welcome back to another episode where we explore the question, are ghosts real? Today—stop rolling your eyes, Jotaro!”

“I didn’t roll my eyes.”

“You clearly did! Covering your head with that hat won’t undo what I’ll find on the footage when I’m editing later.”

“Good grief.”

“Don’t good grief me. We’re exploring serious stuff.”

“Ghosts?”

“Ghosts are serious. Maybe not to you, but for me they are. I’m actually terrified right now. I’m about to spend a good chunk of my night conversing with the undead. You just choose not to believe in their existence.”

“Because they’re not real.”

“I dragged your ass outside an allegedly haunted building. You're wasting your breath trying to convince the wrong person.” You turn back around so you’re facing the camera. “We’ve been over this before but in case you suck at picking up context clues, I’m on a mission to prove to Jotaro that ghosts are real and Jotaro thinks this is nothing but a waste of time.”

“Definitely a waste of my time.”

“You act like I force you to come every time but you and I both know it’s not true. You’re built like you belong on an American football team. I can’t force you to do anything you truly don’t want to do. That shows me there’s an inkling of hope that there may be a chance I could change your mind.”

You pretended not to see the second eye roll to allow yourself a moment to explain the lore behind the building. It took you longer than you had anticipated due to Jotaro’s scoffing at some outlandish claims or holes in your story.

As you bickered, you couldn’t help but be reminded of how this whole situation came to be. A few weeks before Jotaro suddenly disappeared for over a few months, you had begun to notice strange and unexplainable occurrences that had begun to happen around him. You offhandedly joked about him being haunted by a ghost before he had disappeared completely.

You weren’t sure if you would consider him to be a friend at the time. He wasn’t particularly close to anyone and you just happened to strike up a conversation as he sat down around the spot where you usually ate by yourself at lunch.

Once he had gone missing for some time, you had found yourself missing him. You changed up your spot at lunch when you got lonely and happened to overhear some girls talking about a haunted bathroom on the second floor of the school.

You didn’t have much equipment at the time, just your phone to record. You sat in the bathroom a while timidly asking if there were spirits present. You didn’t gather much evidence, just the stall closing by itself and some tapping, but when you uploaded it to the internet you found yourself gaining a small following.

The support encouraged you to buy a better camera and a microphone so you could be heard better. You began checking out abandoned buildings and homes and eventually your work became relatively well-known throughout the school. People who never bothered talking to you before began to ask if they could be featured in videos. It was overwhelming but you decided to keep the project to just yourself.

Not long afterward Jotaro returned to school and as a joke you asked him how his ghost problem was going. He had tensed at the question so in order to ease the tension you began to ramble about how you had started a ghost hunting show on the internet and even showed him snippets from an episode to prove your point. 

When your rambling was over he surprised you with a snort. “Ghosts aren’t real.”

You felt your jaw drop. Jotaro Kujo—the most haunted person you knew—didn’t believe in ghosts. 

You invited him jokingly to join you for your next video after school and to your surprise he had shown up after a remark about how his friend had something to do so he wanted to kill time.

With your banter, his abrasive taunts, and his attractive looks your following skyrocketed and your videos became more popular than ever. You begged him to star in another video and with some convincing from his friend, Kakyoin, Jotaro became a permanent staple to your show. 

“Stop blowing air on the back of my neck. You’re not funny.”

“I’m all the way over here. Maybe it’s one of your ghost friends.”

You looked over to find a considerable distance between the two of you. He wasn’t far, but he was far enough that you shouldn’t be able to feel his breath. “Are you not feeling this right now?”

“It’s just the wind.”

“I only feel it on my neck! The wind doesn’t concentrate on one singular point!”

“It’s probably just a draft.”

“You’re really telling me you don’t feel anything—” you cut yourself off as a door slowly creaked shut behind you. The sound was eerie and dragged on. It sent shivers throughout your body.

“Nothing a little grease can’t fix.”

“Are you kidding me? Are you really trying to rationalize that?!”

“Everything can be rationalized. Are you trying to convince me Casper did that?”

“And if I say possibly?”

“I’ll tell you that you’re full of shit.”

“You’re the one who’s full of shit. How, after everything we’ve seen, don’t even believe in the possibility that there may be something out there you can’t quite explain with a grounded explanation?”

“Are you telling me ghosts are a more grounded explanation than the wind?”

“Maybe I am.”

“You’re full of shit.”

“Agree to disagree. Now can I move onto the lore behind this room so we can leave?”

“No. How about you face your fears for a change?”

“Face my fears? I just saw a ghost close the door and I didn’t high-tail it to the next town over. I have to be the bravest person you know.”

“Kakyoin was on this shitty show too, remember? He believed in ghosts.”

“No, he said he could be persuaded into believing ghosts were real. There’s a difference. Now lets–” Whatever you were trying to say got cut off by the door slamming open behind you with a bang. “Fuck the lore, lets go,” you say as you begin to push Jotaro toward the exit on the other side. Jotaro, being the stubborn bastard, didn’t move an inch.

“No, we have time. What were you saying?”

“Doesn’t matter. I know how to read a room. We’re getting evicted.”

“Did your ghost friends tell you that?”

“They actually did. They were pretty adamant about it. Told me the tall guy was getting on their nerves.”

“Wonder who that is.”

If Jotaro noticed his stand dematerializing from behind the same door that had been moved, he didn’t say anything.

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[greatcheshire]

Rank your YT videos so far from favorite to least favorite to work on

Working on? Not ranked by my opinion of the finished product? Hmmm lol all of them are kinda hell to make but

Spider-Man: a basically painless process, minus the fact that it was a few days late because of weird life stuff

Kitchen Nightmares: kinda stressful since it was my first video after joining Nebula and I had to work on it during thanksgiving but I also don’t remember any of the process of writing or editing it, deserves second place for that alone

Dollar Store Game Show (Save to Win): Sort of stressful because I had to work on this while I had extended family in for a wedding and also found the conspiracy stuff at the last second. But overall not too bad

Lost Internet Meme Movie (Chronicles of Rick Roll): Minus the fact that the upload of it got delayed so much and the frustration I had getting the original thumbnail done, it was a pretty painless one to actually put together, at least while working on it.

Harley and Ivy: Ehhh could’ve been better lol. Had to try and get this one done by my birthday, birthday ended up horrible and that delayed the video. Wish I had done more in the production of this one but ah well

Demo Reel: This one came with the fun of learning to use Premiere, learning how to edit voiceover, having Premiere crash and lose half the footage, and having a snowstorm knock off power to the state for like a week. Fun times lol

Many Adaptations of Berserk: this one was a real bitch and a half. The writing and editing and research process took so long. It took a month just to edit the first seven minutes of the video. Once I got past that, it wasnt as bad. But geez lmao

The Return of Demo Reel: the actual process of putting this together wasn’t so bad once I started it but the months trying to finally make a new video haunt me. So much pressure to make something that would make up for the extended hiatus. Plus mad crunch to finish it at the end

The Cinemassacre Vid: This one was a fucking bitch. Taking six months of constant research and revising to do. Was so stressful I had to make a video about how stressful it was

Existential Horror of Making Content About Content: A video about how stressful making the AVGN video was. Wrote, recorded and edited in 24 hours during an anxiety attack. If I never watch it again it’ll be too soon

I hope this helps! My answers would probably be different if it was just me ranking how much I like the finished videos themselves, but I hope this gives a good idea of how I feel when it comes to making all of them

[bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls]

The Daily Dad — 2024-04-01

Things you might want to know:

Playboy image from 1972 gets ban from IEEE computer journals ❝ Use of "Lenna" image in computer image processing research stretches back to the 1970s.

The T-Mobile Sidekick’s Jump button made mobile multitasking easy 💭 I always liked the Sidekick, but I ultimately settled on a Palm Treo… the app ecosystem was solid on PalmOS. Of course, it took about six months for iPhoneOS to surpass it, so there wasn’t as much difference as I thought in the moment.

The Walking Dead is building to something — but it’s not clear what ❝ Is the future of The Walking Dead… The Walking Dead divided into three shows?

Ryan Williams Mindbreaking BMX Free Willy ❝ Ryan Williams is an Australian scooter and BMX rider who does wild tricks that make me nervous. In 2013 he perfected a back flip w

Lawsuit from Elon Musk’s X against anti-hate speech group dismissed by US judge 💭 Knowing that Elon doesn’t even notice the cost of his frivolity takes away any satisfaction in his frequent legal losses.

The Facebook 'Poke' is being revived by Gen Z 💭 What the hell, Gen Z? You’ll just unironically click anything out of boredom, won’t you? What’s next? Will we go back to hazzing cheezburgers, only this time the photos will all be AI-generated pictures of animals actually having cheeseburgers?

'App Lock' lets you protect and hide any app on your iPhone ❝ iOS provides developers with an API to lock apps with Face ID or Touch ID. However, not every app has...

Stephen Bear to pay £27k over illegal sex tape of Georgia Harrison ❝ The 34-year-old is told to pay back the money he made from illegally sharing sexual footage.

Yellowstone actor "kicked off" plane because he didn’t want to sit next to masked passenger 💭 Is there anyone on Yellowstone who isn’t an asshole?

A Marijuana Boom Led Her to Oklahoma. Then Anti-Drug Agents Seized Her Money and Raided Her Home. ❝ A year after authorities arrested Qiu He, the Chinese immigrant has yet to be charged with a crime. She and others say anti-Asian bias plays a role in the state’s crackdown on the pot industry: “I don’t feel secure here.”

How Ethan Coen and Tricia Cooke's Queer, Non-Traditional Marriage Inspired 'Drive-Away Dolls' ❝ “Being married to Ethan and being queer, there’s always a little disconnect sometimes,” Cooke said in a recent interview.

The creators of 3 Body Problem want to have ‘a back and forth’ with the book 💭 That’s a fun way to say “we didn’t know what to do with it, so we ‘fixed’ it.”

A Deepfake Nude Generator Reveals a Chilling Look at Its Victims ❝ WIRED reporting uncovered a site that “nudifies” photos for a fee—and posts a feed appearing to show user uploads. They included photos of young girls and images seemingly taken of strangers.

A Lawyer Abandoned Family and Career to Follow the Voices in His Head - The Wall Street Journal ❝ Rob Dart took a fast track to the American dream until mental illness turned his brilliant mind against him.

Homeland Security reportedly raids Sean “Diddy” Combs’ houses in L.A. and Miami ❝ Combs has been hit with several lawsuits over the last few months

'Spermworld': Hulu Documentary Looks at Facebook Sperm Donors ❝ In Hulu documentary 'Spermworld,' director Lance Oppenheim looks at sperm donors and prospective parents using Facebook groups to connect.

Never-before-seen data wiper may have been used by Russia against Ukraine ❝ AcidRain, discovered in 2022, is tied to AcidPour. Both are attributed to Russia.

Jeffrey Jones' face might be in Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, but the rest of him isn't ❝ A rep for the Beetlejuice and Ferris Bueller actor, who was forced to register as a sex offender in 2003, confirmed that Jones does not appear in the film

#livestream

[neymarsangel]

Training sessions - Philippe Coutinho x reader

Requested? Yes/No? - Heyy! I was wondering if you could do a coutinho smut imagine 🙏🙏

Summary: Phillipe needs to unwind after a tough training season. 

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Word Count: 2.7K

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You’ve been working at Aston Villa for about five years, meaning you’ve seen many players come and go and working in the social media department meant you were there for them from their very first day up until their last. A few of the lads would catch your eye when they joined, mainly for talent but there was one who always stuck out and that was Phillipe Coutinho. 

Fans adored him. When he signed everyone suddenly forgot who Grealish was and fell in love with the new talent. His high profile with fans meant you and Philippe spent a fair amount of time with one another, filming all sorts of videos for Villa's numerous social media accounts. Spending so much time with him resulted in the two of you growing close, not to mention the nonstop flirting but nothing came out of it. 

Being the head of social media for Aston Villa meant you were in the lad's shadows, following their every move throughout the day. Following them around had its perks, one minute you were watching them train during the glorious English rain and the next you were watching them play teams abroad in the scorching sun but unfortunately, the weather wasn’t on your side today. In typical English fashion, it had decided to pour down all day. Gerrard had postponed the training until the evening, hoping the rain would stop but the rain just seemed to fall down harder.

As much as you loved your job, standing in the rain and filming a group of men running around in circles wasn’t the most entertaining of activities. Your eyes kept glancing over at Phillipe who was clearly struggling with today’s training session. Every shot he took never seemed to go in, he seemed to hit the post every time or just shoot it a little too wide. Through the rain, you watched the frustration spread on his face. Running a hand through his hair you watched him let out a string of swears as Gerrard called them all back into the changing rooms. 

With training over it was your sign to pack up and go home, it had been a long day and with the shit weather anyone would have wanted to run off home as soon as they could, anyone but Phillipe Coutinho. You had planned to stay late anyway, wanting to upload the footage from today so it could be posted in the morning but you didn’t think he’d be waiting downstairs in the gym for you. 

You always keep a spare set of clothes in your office in case of days like this along with a towel. Normally you would head down to the showers, and dry yourself off before getting changed into your spare clothes and normally no one would be there to walk in on you. With the towel wrapped around your bare body, you turned the corner to be met with a rather familiar face.

“What are you doing down here?” His voice made you jump. Spinning around you held the towel closer to your skin as you met the confused gaze of Phillipe. 

“I thought you’d gone home…”

“Is that what you do when we’re all gone?” He smirked. 

“Only when it’s been raining and I’ve had to stand out there filming you lot.” Your eyes trailed across his body, trying not to stare at him too long. His toned body shone in the dim light of the shower rooms whilst his towel hung low from his waist, a sight you wouldn’t mind seeing more often if given the chance. “I thought you had gone home.”

“You said.” His smirk grew as he caught your eyes lingering. “But I wanted to train in the gym on my own for a bit.” 

You nodded, not saying anything for a second. “Do you normally train on your own?”

“Don’t play dumb with me y/n you know I don’t.” 

“I’m just asking -”

“You saw how shit I was out there.”

“Wasn’t that bad.” You replied. “I’ve seen worse -”

“I couldn’t even get the ball in the back of the net.” He huffed. “It was pathetic.” 

“I’ve seen worse.”

“Not from me.” He spat, running his hands through his hair as he turned on the shower. He looked back at you as he loosened the towel. “I thought you were down here to shower?” 

“I am…”

“Yet you’re still standing there with a towel wrapped around you.” 

“I’ll wait until you’re done.” You stepped back, planning to head out and wait until he was done when his voice stopped you. 

“Oh come on y/n you’re here now…” He started to walk forward, the towel dropping down his waist with every step he took. “Might as well.” His smirk didn’t subside when he saw your eyes flicker down to the towel. “You look flustered.”

“Rather hard not to be when you’re looking like that in front of me.”

“You’ve seen me with my shirt off before.” 

“Not like this.”

“You haven’t backed away yet.”

“Yet…” He didn’t care for your answer, he stepped closer to you, now only an inch away from you. You could feel his breath against your face, his gaze intense on your skin. 

Raising his finger he brushed your damp hair from your eyes before he spoke. “So pretty…” His finger came down under your chin, pushing it lightly so you were now looking up at him. 

“We can't -”

“Why not?” He frowned at your whispers. 

“Gerrad would lose his shit if he found out.”

“And you think I care about what he has to say?”

“I do, I could lose my job -”

“And if you do, I'll walk from this club and take care of you.” He smirked, leaning down and allowing his lips to ghost along yours. “All you have to do is say yes.”

He was beautiful, there's no denying that and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to have him at that moment. His dark hair was now falling from his face and onto yours as he hovered above you, waiting for your lips to make a sound. Part of him began to panic, thinking he’d overstepped the mark and read the past few months entirely wrong but your actions silenced his thoughts. 

Leaning up you connected your lips with his, your actions telling him everything he wanted to know. He didn’t wait to kiss you back. His hands grabbed your face, pulling you closer to him, wanting to feel your skin on his. One of your hands trailed down his chest, your nails creating faint red lines on his body. He smirked against your lips as your hand reached the top of his towel, lightly tugging on it but not enough to pull it down. 

“So needy…” He muttered against your lips, one hand leaving your cheeks and falling down to your chest. Adding pressure to your skin you felt his large hands tug at your boobs through the towel whilst he let out a light moan against your lips. 

The hand left your boobs, trailing down to your hips before it ran along your lower back. He smacked your ass suddenly, his hand cupping it as he landed the slap, pulling you closer to him. You jumped at his sudden movements, moaning lightly as you fell into his touch. His smirk grew at your actions before his hand tugged at the towel one last time before pulling it clean off your body. 

“So beautiful…” His voice was smooth and full of compliments as it danced through the air and filled your ears. His fingers traced every inch of your bare body that they could find, his eyes following suit. Your breathing was steady, as steady as one could be when a man like him was taking in every cell of your body. His fingers found their way to where you needed him the most. 

He could be wicked when he teased someone and he planned to do just that with you. His fingers brushed your clit, making you gasp and hold onto his biceps even tiger, your nails marking him ever so faintly. He added pressure on your clit, slowly starting to move in small circles. 

His eyes kept a firm gaze onto your face, lighting up when he saw your expression to his advances. He’d be lying to himself if he said a moment like this hadn’t crossed his mind before. “Fuck…” The word fell from your lips as he quickened his pace, wanting nothing more than to be inside of you but that had to wait, he wanted you to remember how this all felt when he crossed your mind. 

His free hand came up to cup your boob, tugging on the nipple, making you moan even louder. The smirk on his face grew as he grabbed your arms and shoved you into the shower. Your skin jumped at the sudden change in temperature but you didn’t have long to process the water on your skin as Philippe was now towering over you once again. He stood in the shower with you, his hair slowly falling in front of his eyes as he slowly removed his towel. 

Your eyes flickered down to what he was hiding and your eyes widened at the sight. The man was literally perfect. He followed your gaze down to where you were looking which only made his cocky attitude grow. “What’s the matter, love?” He leant in so his mouth was just above your ear. “Scared it won’t fit?”

A sudden burst of confidence filled your body as you spoke. “Think you should be scared -”

“Of what?” he cut you off.

“If you can handle it -”

“If I can handle it?” He fell to his knees, his hands dragging down your skin until they rested above your thighs. He looked up at you through the water as his hands forcefully spread your legs apart. “We’ll see about that.” His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking and tugging at the bud. His hands held your legs apart so you couldn’t escape. His tongue started to move against your slit whilst he continued to play with your clit.

“Fuck…”

“What's wrong sweetheart?” He looked up at you as he continued to work. “Can’t handle it?” He grabbed the back of your thigh and threw it over his shoulder.

“Stop being such a tease…”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Philippe please…” You moaned, your eyes rolling back at his actions. “Please…”

“I love hearing you beg…”

“Please…” You continued to beg. 

“Please what?” He taunted as he continued to play with your clit. 

“Please let me cum.”

“Good girl for asking but no.” Your eyes snapped open as he stopped playing with your clit. Setting your leg down he rose from his spot on the floor, suddenly towering over you with a smirk on his face. “I’d prefer to feel you cum around my dick.” Grabbing your hair he spun you around so your chest fell against the cold shower wall. His lips met your shoulder, biting at the thin skin whilst his knee kicked your legs apart. 

His free hand snuck up to your neck, pulling your head back against the crook of his neck as he slowly slid himself inside of you. The pair of you gasped at the sudden feeling, taking a second to adjust yourselves to the new sensation. He suddenly pulled out and quickly pulled your hips back into his, he repeated the actions again before he gathered a frequent pace, the hot water on your skin only adding to the sensation. 

Philippe began to hit places no man had ever reached, fucking you like it was the last fuck he and you would ever have. Small moans fell from your lips, not wanting to be too loud, something he picked up on instantly. 

“Why the silence?” “I’m not being silent.”

“You’re being very quiet…”

“That’s not being silent then is it?” Your words earnt you a sudden slap on your ass, making you jump from his grip but that only made him tighten his grip around your neck. 

“Don’t push your luck or I won’t let you cum.”

“I think we both know that’s a lie.” You suddenly jumped, feeling his fingers play with your clit. 

“I might just bring you so close…” He sped up his movements. “Then take it away.” his hand suddenly withdrew from your clit, his actions making you huff in annoyance. 

“You wouldn’t.” 

He let out a low laugh at your words as he suddenly pulled out. Your eyes widened at the sudden loss but you didn’t have time to question him as he spun you around to face him. His lips fell onto yours again as he slowly guided himself back to you, thrusting in harder than the last. Moaning against his lips he smirked at your reaction before he pulled away and spoke. 

“You’re right this time, I'm going to let you cum but that’s only because I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” His pace quickened. “I want to feel you cum around me.”

“You will if you keep it up.” Your moans grew louder as his hand went back to your clit, toying with your pleasure. You threw your head back, your eyes shut at the pleasure he continued to inflict onto you. He looked down at your reaction, smirking with pride at you. He suddenly gripped your waist, pulling out as he spun you around to face him. 

“I want you to look at me when you cum.” His lips attached to your neck, sucking and biting the skin as he picked up the pace on your clit. 

“Fuck Philippe…”

“My name sounds so good coming from your lips.” You continued to moan his name louder, not caring if anyone could hear you. “That’s it…” He muttered against your neck. “Tell everyone who makes you feel this good.” 

“You do…” You moaned again. Phillipe moved his lips from your neck, his eyes now meeting yours before he admired the new artwork he’d left on your neck. 

“Good girl…” He sped up. “I want you to cum.” Your eyes squeezed shut at his words but that made his actions stop all together. At the sudden loss of movement or any sensation on your clit your eyes snapped open to meet his. 

“Why did you stop?”

“What did I say?” He looked down at you, a cocky grin on his lips. “I want you to look at me, everytime you close your eyes, I’ll stop, understand?” 

“Yes…”

“Good girl.” He started to move again, this time with more force and urgency. He wanted nothing more than to feel you come undone around him. His fingers sped up on your clit, adding light and heavy amounts of pressure to the bud. The sensation made your skin heat up and your stomach tighten. 

“Philippe…” 

“Yes?” He moaned against your skin as his thrusts slowly became less consistent, indicating that he was also close. 

“I’m close…” 

“Good.” He started to thrust harder, moans falling from his own lips as he held you up against the wall. Within seconds you felt the coil in your stomach snap as you came around him. The sensation made his head fall into the crook of your neck, moaning against your skin as he finished inside of you. 

With deep breaths the pair of you refused to move, not wanting to pull apart and lose the sensation. Philippe moved his head to rest his forehead on yours before he spoke. “You felt amazing.”

“You weren’t so bad yourself.” You let out a small smile at his words.

“I do try.” He smiled back, he slowly pulled out, missing the feeling almost immediately. “Did you drive here?”

You scrunced your face up at the sudden change of his words. “Yeah, why?”

“Fancy ditching it here all night and spending the night with me?”

“Such a romantic way to ask Coutinho.” You raised your brow at the man, a smirk on your lips. 

“Hey at least I asked.” He smiled. “I want nothing more than to spend the night with you. I know I should have asked a long time ago and probably not waited until we’d slept together but -”

“If you keep rambling, we’ll never get out of here.” You cupped his face with your hands. “Better late than never.” 

#philippe coutinho #football imagine #football x reader #philippe countinho x reader #Philippe countinho imagine #Philippe countinho smut #Philippe countinho x you

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Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 18b

*Warning Adult Content*

Blackmail - Part 2

- Knox -

Jerry McDonald's final moments consist of him revealing Russell's plan to threaten blackmail against The Fallen Angels in exchange for the USB drive.

"On the night of Shaun's murder, I overheard a private conversation between Ghost and Russell. Apparently, Ghost knew the owner of Club Inferno. That's who notified Ghost who then told Russell about Shaun's death. If you're wondering why the police haven't been poking around here, it's because the guy was a fucking idiot. He tried to sell Russell the security footage instead of just handing the tapes over, so Russell killed him and took them anyway."

"Interesting. So the cops really have no idea who killed Shaun?" Knox asks. "Not a single lead?"

"None," Jerry says. "But Russell knows everything. He watched the footage God knows how many times before eventually showing it to the rest of us. He knows all about Shaun's little toy, Everett and he knows the USB is in Everett's possession. Everett was last seen with your crew and you, specifically, shoved him inside the back of a van behind the club, so Russell knows you all have been working together."

Knox flinches at the sound of Everett's name.

It sounds so wrong coming out of Jerry's mouth that Knox almost slips up and stabs the man in his good eye for even mentioning his boy.

"Russell will probably demand your people turn Everett over along with the USB and he'll definitely want the guy who killed Shaun. I don't know why he hasn't made an official move against you all yet but whenever he does, that's the route he's going to take."

Knox steps away from the table to curse in a whisper.

That night, including Shaun's death, had been hell for everyone involved.

The Fallen Angels biggest mistake was waiting too long to come back for the security footage.

By the time they did, the club owner was nowhere to be found and his office had been destroyed.

It was clear someone had taken the footage and when the cops never dropped by the clubhouse asking for Finn, they were eventually written off.

Jerry just filled in the blanks that Gavin and everyone else couldn't.

Their other mistake came with underestimating The Jackals.

The damn footage has been in their possession this entire time.

With a few clicks, it could be uploaded onto the internet for the whole world to see, including the authorities.

If Russell is as unhinged as Jerry has implied, then he could singlehandedly destroy Finn's life with the simple press of a button.

And Everett... if anyone has anything more to lose in this situation, it's him.

His bright future would be completely derailed and Knox could do nothing about it.

"With the way Russell has been moving since Shaun's shooting, it'd make the most sense for him to keep the footage on his person. And if he isn't staying at his own house, then he has to be at one of Ghost's properties," Knot mutters aloud to himself.

"What else can you tell me about Ghost?"

"He changes his hair color a lot, so whatever image you pull of him may not be accurate. Right now, his hair is styled short and is dyed red. He's the silent type, never talks much unless Russell is around. He definitely wouldn't have folded as quickly as I did," Jerry mutters, ashamed.

"You gonna kill me now?"

"Do you have anything else to tell me?"

"No."

Knox drags the scalpel across Jerry's throat.

The cut is so deep it sends his blood flying everywhere, his body now convulsing on the table.

He chokes on his blood until silence once again fills the room.

A normal person would've had a nervous breakdown at the sight.

Knox isn't a normal person.

He carefully discards his gloves and then he texts the prospects responsible for cleaning the kill room and discarding whatever body has been left behind.

For now, Jerry's death is out of sight and out of mind.

When Knox steps back outside, he moves like he's on autopilot while making his way into the clubhouse to get cleaned up.

Afterward, he stops by Gavin's bedroom to give him the rundown but he finds the man fast asleep in bed.

His head rests on Josie's lap while she's sitting up with a book in her hands.

Knox apologizes for the intrusion and turns to leave but she calls for him to come inside instead.

"It's late, Red. You should be asleep like your man."

"I could say the same thing to you."

She smiles but her green eyes are full of sympathy.

Knox misreads it as pity and hardens his stance at the door.

"Don't puff your chest out at me for speaking the truth. You know I only want what's best for you, right?"

Knox remains quiet.

"It's okay to be in your feelings. But as much as it hurts right now, you have to set your emotions aside and give Everett the space that he asked for. Try not to take it too personally, my friend."

Knox nods but he continues to keep his mouth shut.

"Fine, I won't keep you hostage. Whenever you decide you want to talk, you know where to find me."

Knox leaves before words he isn't ready to hear himself speak out loud start pouring out of his mouth as Jerry had done with his confession.

Even with Josie's friendly advice replaying on a loop inside his head while on the walk back to his bedroom, Knox stops in front of Everett's door anyway.

He fails at steadying his hand while reaching for the doorknob but relief washes over him when he turns it and finds that it hasn't been locked.

Everett may very well view Knox as a monster tonight but he still trusts Knox.

Perhaps a light remains at the end of their tunnel.

Knox slowly opens the door and peers inside.

Everett is fast asleep in bed but he forgot to turn off the lamp on the nightstand.

Knox brings it upon himself to make sure the boy gets a peaceful rest, so he quietly creeps inside the room and shuts off the light.

As he's leaving, he hears the faintest whisper...

"Goodnight, Panda."

There it goes again, that abnormal fluttering of Knox's heart, something controlled only by Everett.

"Night, kitten."

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'Dancing with the Stars' pro Peta Murgatroyd reveals newborn son's name with Maksim Chmerkovskiy Dancing with the Stars pro Peta Murgatroyd has finally revealed her newborn son's name. Peta, who welcomed her second child with husband Maksim Chmerkovskiy on June 18, took to Instagram on Wednesday, June 21 and posted a photo of her adorable baby boy wearing tan clothes and resting on a white comforter next to a wooden sign that revealed his cute name. RELATED LINK: 'DANCING WITH THE STARS' PROS AND THEIR SIGNIFICANT OTHERS: WHO'S DATING OR MARRIED TO WHOM!? (PHOTOS) "Rio John," the wooden sign read. Peta captioned the photo, "Rio John Chmerkovskiy. Born - 6.18.2023." Peta added, "8.6 oz and thriving! We are overjoyed to share our baby boy with all of you. @shai.aleksander is already the best big brother and we all feel very complete. Life is good XO." Peta went on to call her new son the "love of my life" via Instagram Stories on Thursday, June 22. "[Maksim] can never say I didn't get him the ultimate Fathers Day gift... I cannot wait to share my birth story with you all," Peta wrote. Peta also joked about how Maksim suggested they should have one more child immediately after she had given birth in the hospital. "[Maksim] literally straight after birth. Anyone else experience this? Lol," Peta captioned a brief video of the spouses' time in the hospital. Peta and Maksim's new baby joins their first-born son, Shai, 6. Peta began documenting her second pregnancy -- including a babymoon to "paradise" with Maksim and Shai in April -- ever since announcing the big news in January that she was expecting again. The unexpected pregnancy occurred only months after Peta did a June 2022 interview in which she had revealed she was currently undergoing in vitro fertilization after suffering three miscarriages in the prior two years. FOLLOW REALITY TV WORLD ON THE ALL-NEW GOOGLE NEWS! Reality TV World is now available on the all-new Google News app and website. Click here to visit our Google News page, and then click FOLLOW to add us as a news source! "It's been a long ride for our family. Each day of those two-and-a-half years I prayed for a miracle," Peta wrote June 9 on Instagram. RELATED LINK: 'THE BACHELOR' FRANCHISE COUPLES NOW: WHO IS STILL TOGETHER? (PHOTOS)  Alongside her post, Peta uploaded a video showing the moment she had learned she was pregnant again. "I really was reluctant sharing this footage, but I realized this is my journey... not a pretty journey but... MY journey. I am a changed woman from these events, I think a better woman. Today I am happy and content, I am grateful and won't take things for granted," Peta wrote. She continued, "I never thought this day at 39 weeks would come. It was an infatuation to be pregnant with my second child, I thought I needed it for my soul, to be full and whole. What I needed to realize and come to terms with was the fact that I am whole, I have a beautiful healthy family who love me and that I wasn't able to see." Peta said the joy she and Maksim were experiencing at the time was "other worldly." "I never thought we were going to be here [at 39 weeks pregnant]," Peta wrote over a photo of Maksim kissing her belly. "I thank god everyday. It was all worth it." Peta previously revealed that she got pregnant "all natural" this time around and it just "happened." Peta told People earlier this year, "I didn't even know I was pregnant for so long until I was really feeling sick. I danced through Dancing with the Stars with it. I started feeling weird, started feeling a little bit sick and a little bloated and I didn't want to test for weeks." Peta explained she had finally taken a pregnancy test around the "six or seven-week" mark and was shocked to discover the results. Peta competed on Season 31 of Dancing with the Stars last fall, however, her participation in the competition ended up being unusually brief. She and her celebrity partner, actor Jason Lewis, were eliminated at the conclusion of Season 31's premiere when it streamed live on Disney+ on September 19. Peta and Jason were eliminated after they landed in the bottom-two couples based on the combined total of judges' scores and viewer votes that were cast live throughout the two-hour premiere. Dancing with the Stars' judges at the time -- Len Goodman, Derek Hough, Carrie Ann Inaba and Bruno Tonioli -- were then tasked with saving either The Real Housewives of New Jersey star Teresa Giudice and her partner Pasha Pashkov (the other couple in the premiere's bottom-two) or Peta and Jason, and opted to save Teresa and Pasha. When asked if she'd like to return to Dancing with the Stars despite her short stint on the show last year, Peta told Us Weekly in January, "I would love to be [a pro partner again], if they want me." "I'm here, I'm willing," she noted. "I'll give birth and jump back in within, you know, the seven weeks that I did with Shai. I went back with Nick Viall that season, and I would gladly do it again." Peta became a pro partner on Dancing with the Stars for Season 13 in 2011. She competed in a total of 14 seasons and claimed the mirrorball trophy twice. Peta sat out of Season 23 while she was pregnant with Shai. Peta and Maksim welcomed Shai together in January 2017, and then the couple got married in July 2017 of that year after five years of dating. RELATED LINK: 'DANCING WITH THE STARS' PROS AND THEIR SIGNIFICANT OTHERS: WHO'S DATING OR MARRIED TO WHOM!? 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I’m not really one for New Year’s Resolutions, and yet I seem to do them every year. I’m a hell of an optimist, if anything. I guess it’s just a way of trying to get everything in my life back on track at a convenient excuse to do it.

I’ve got a post-it on my wall from last year’s, where I was pretty ambitious about changing my life for the better. It’s pretty similar to what I would want for this next year, so that’s not a good sign, I guess. This time, I think I’d like to focus on what I’ve gained, rather than what I’m missing.

No Zero Days is written up the top, after that one philosophy on Reddit that I liked. I’ve definitely had plenty of zero days this year! But, it’s hard to say I regret them, since most of them have been recovery from one thing or another. Trying to keep my head above water, here.

Learn a new skill. Nah, I haven’t really done that much. I’ve bought a few things to try and learn things, and I’ve been chugging away a little bit at Duolingo, but I can’t really say I’ve learned an actual skill. I did get a minor certification that I’ve been meaning to get, so that’s cool!

okay this one is Doctor Stuff. I’ve made progress in this sector, and I got an entirely unrelated diagnosis about my blood that I wasn’t expecting. (Plus like four or five blood tests about it because idk they just dropped my vial of blood on the lab floor or something, I’m not entirely sure. Didn’t even get a lollipop for it.)

One blog update per month. WELP. That clearly didn’t happen! Damn but I’d love to get back here. just to watch as social media crashes and burns, but hey. I’ve even got asks in my inbox I’ve been meaning to reply to. (I’m not ignoring anyone, I promise!)

One game finished per month. Uh. Well, maybe I’ve finished 12 games this year? Spyro 1, Pokemon Legends Arceus, Dragon Quest 1 both NES and GBC, Pokemon Scarlet, Pokemon UltraMoon... hm. Probably some minor ones during the year that I’ve forgotten. I played Hades for the first time, so that was cool.

One Project finished. That one was a little more vague, and I had no expectation of actually doing it, since most of my projects are over ambitious anyway, but at least I could work towards it a little if I believed, right? The biggest candidate in my mind was a Pokemon one, one that involved sorting specific legendary Pokemon into groups. (I don’t wanna get specific with it haha.) I remember back at the beginning of the year finally getting right into this, thinking I’d finally make some headway on it, then realising that there was a Pokemon announcement due later that very night, and thinking “this is definitely gonna be another new generation just to stuff up my plans, isn’t it?” So yeah I’m to blame for Gen 9 coming out when it did, sorry! I’ve been working on This Thing for the last few weeks in my free time, so that’s been fun!

This one I was sure would be a good one - Create something and put it out there. I was maybe thinking of that Spyro LP I promised, and I did start work on it, but ultimately it never made it anywhere. (Still got the footage, so I can go back to it, I guess.) The closest thing here would be that one Scarlet video I uploaded that was just a clipshow of bits I found funny, so idk if I can call this one completed in any meaningful way.

But hey, I’ve made baby steps. Sometimes that’s all we can ask for.

A lot of this year was just trying to keep afloat, like I said. This year took people I loved away from me, I got into a car crash, I was put into some fucky situations and I cried more than I wrote. I’ve been at some lows this year and it’s fuckin sucked at times. But I’ve also made some interesting progress, and hopefully things are about to start looking up.

I dunno.

It’s midnight here in Aotearoa. Happy 2023!

[general-george-washington]

A turkey tom! I wonder if he's the guy that tried to seduce Martha the morning prince philip died

#wild turkey #turkey #trail camera #i have footage from this last time i just never took the time to upload more #it was mostly blurry anyway idk why #probably bc they're close to the water

[mypoisonedvine]

okay but here me out: you're a prostitute hired by laurie bc she found out that andy is cheating on her and needs proof for a divorce. when you see him, the payment is merely a bonus

wait i love this but i wanna modify it slighty: you’re a private investigator hired by laurie to seduce andy to prove he’s cheating!

this got so nasty so fast omg watch out for really dominating andy, with lots of dirty talk and a little bit of manipulation if you wanna read into it

“you don’t have to go through with it, obviously,” she explained, “you just need to get him to admit he’s done it before, and he’ll do it again.  on tape, with this.”

she set the audio recorder down in front of you, and you smiled sympathetically.

“don’t worry, ma’am, this isn’t my first time with a case like this.  I have my own equipment that’s less conspicuous and more reliable.  I could even catch him on film if you wanted.”

“you can do that?”

“yep, I have cameras that look like pens, buttons, rings, earrings, glasses...”

“well, video footage would be even better,” she explained, excited yet somber.  “I mean, it would make a better case in the divorce.  it would kill me to have to watch it, though...” she trailed off, scratching the back of her neck.

“is there any doubt in your mind he’s cheating on you?”

“only because I don’t want to believe it.  but it’s become to obvious to ignore,” she shook her head.

“I understand.  it’s hard to stomach that the people we care about most would hurt us like that.  but sadly it is all too common.  let’s just say that as a private investigator, this is a huge portion of what I do... and I get very steady work.  you’re not alone, laurie.”

“thank you,” she smiled weakly. “can you do it tonight?  I want this over with.”

“um, as long as it’s pretty late, I have other tasks this evening.”

“oh, late shouldn’t be a problem, he’s out until 4 or 5 in the morning these days.  this is the address of his work--” she set a piece of paper in front of you-- “just follow him to whatever bar he goes to from there and you shouldn’t have a problem.”

she’d shown you a photo, so you knew what to expect.  you had to come straight from your last assignment following somebody else around the city, so you weren’t dressed for the occasion at all.  to follow someone, you needed to dress plain and forgettable; to seduce someone, especially someone like andy barber, you needed to be extremely memorable.

you brought a change of clothes in your car, which you hastily slipped into in your back seat-- it required some acrobats to put tights on in the back of a small car like yours, but you managed to get through.

not just tights, but lingerie and garters.  sky high heels, a skintight dress that made you feel like your whole body was on display.  a motorcycle jacket and dark lipstick to give the whole look some edge.  basically, you’d tried to look as different from his wife as possible.  married men who were fucking around on the side always wanted something different, something fresh.  you knew how to do that.

plus, the jacket had the hidden camera attached to the lapel, nearly invisible among the snaps and buttons.

the echo of your heels on the concrete floor of the bar made every head turn.  it was quiet, and apparently a pretty slow night with only a few men scattered here and there-- the only other woman was the waitress.

andy was sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, and he gave you a quick glance before doing a double take.  you tried not to smile visibly. gotcha.

you sauntered up to the bar, leaning forward and making sure to arch your back just so, showing off your ass. “vodka cranberry?” you requested, smiling when the bartender nodded and started pouring grey goose into a glass.

you took a seat decently far away from andy, “adjusting” your jacket to turn the camera on.  you wanted to make sure you caught him coming up to you, starting the conversation, flirting first.  he looked over at you a few times but never said anything, making you start to get a little impatient, before finally the bartender arrived with a second drink.

“from the gentleman at the end of the bar,” he explained as he handed it to you.

“oh!” you smiled, “that’s so sweet!  you can tell him to come say hi if he wants.”

and it was just a few minutes before andy got up and leaned against the bar beside you, looking down at you with dark, half-lidded eyes.

“thanks for the drink,” you grinned coyly, letting your gaze drift a bit.  he was really good looking, honestly, and he looked all kinds of right in that suit, too.  if it weren’t a job, this might be the kind of guy you would actually flirt with of your own accord.  then again, you knew better than to go for a guy who had a tan line on his ring finger-- you hoped the camera was able to see that he’d taken his wedding band off.

“I’m here almost every night and I’ve never seen you before.”

“I’m from out of town,” you explained.

“business or pleasure?” he asked with a little smirk.

“I guess we’ll find out,” you winked.

it didn’t take much more flirting and a few more rounds of drinks for him to ask if you wanted to ‘get outta here,’ and with a giggle and a nod you let him guide you to his car with a hand on the small of your back. 

of course, you thought he was going to drive the both of you somewhere.  you didn’t expect him to push you up against it and kiss you roughly.

it was so sudden, and you knew you should stop him, but you somehow couldnt bring yourself to push him back, not when the way he was breathing heavily against you made your head spin, not when you could feel his beard and it was so hot for no good reason at all, not when his thick hands were grabbing you at your waist just tight enough to make you breathless.

“get in the back,” he instructed when he pulled back, making you blink up at him in shock.  you knew you had enough, you knew you should make an excuse and leave, get this footage uploaded from your mini cam and onto your laptop so you could get laurie what she needed...

but instead you found yourself biting your lip and nodding, letting him open the door for you and hopping in before he climbed on top of you, shutting and locking the door.

“we can go back to my place,” you offered as he started to suck on your neck, pulling you closer.  

“cant wait that long,” he mumbled quickly before helping you push your jacket off.

and you could tell that the way he tossed it onto the floor made the camera perfectly angled to see what he was doing to you.  maybe it was the perfect evidence for laurie’s case.  maybe it was about to tape you in your most intimate state with no way for you to stop it.

certainly there was no way you could stop when he manhandled you onto your hands and knees, pushing your dress up to find your black lace panties, and the garters holding up your tights.

“fuck, look at you... that’s why you came out tonight, then?  to get fucked?”

you nodded a little, gasping when he slapped your ass.

“little whore.”

you didn’t think you’d like being talked to like that, but it made your pussy throb beneath the lingerie that barely covered it.

just when you thought he was going to give it some attention, he flipped you around again and pulled you into his lap. 

“get on the floor, on your knees, and suck my cock.”

how was he so comfortable telling you what to do?  better yet, why were you doing it?

you slipped down, barely finding enough room with your massive heels in the way, and started to palm at his cock through his suit trousers, moaning absent-mindedly when you felt the thick, hard, hot length hidden beneath.   your mouth was already watering.

you started on his belt, looking up at him occasionally to find him watching you with a cold, unyielding stare.  when you reached inside his boxers and pulled it out, he smiled at your little gasp.

“bigger than you expected?” he taunted.  you were speechless, only able to nod in response before he put a hand on your hair-- not exactly forcing you forward, but definitely encouraging you to go ahead and put it in your mouth.

“fuuuck,” he groaned with you licked the head and finally closed your lips around it, suckling gently as your eyes fluttered shut.  “no no,” he correctly instantly, “look up at me with those pretty eyes, sweetheart.  take it deeper.”

you moaned around him but obeyed, using your hand to stroke the portion you couldn’t fit in your mouth (which was more than half).  you started to back away when you choked a little, but he pushed you back down and moaned a little louder, “I like it when you gag,” he explained gruffly, smiling when you looked up at him again, your eyes watering this time.  “god, you look so good like this.”

he pulled you off by your hair while you took in a gasping breath, gripping his cock at the base and slapping you lightly on the face with it a few times.  when you put your chin by his balls, the head hit you on the forehead... it made your gut burn as you tried to imagine how that would possibly fit in you without breaking something important.

when he pulled you back onto him, bucking up into your throat as you choked and gasped for air, you felt need tingling up your spine from seeing him like this.  he was completely in control and yet looked totally wrecked as he fucked your face.  it made you so wet you couldn't stand it.

just when you thought he might come, he stopped suddenly and lifted you up onto his lap, pulling your dress down to admire your completely impractical bra.

he grinned when he saw your nipples were already hard, reaching up to tweak them gently until your hips rocked on top of him of their own accord.

“you like having your tits played with, sweetheart?”

“I like when you do it,” you blurted out.

“sweet young thing like you, you’ve probably never even been with somebody who knows what they’re doing.”

it’s not like you hadn’t had some adept partners in the past, but none of them were like this. nobody had ever made you this desperate.

“please fuck me, andy,” you whimpered.

“not yet,” he growled, ripping your bra and tossing it aside.

“that was expens--” you started to protest, but it fell into a moan as he latched his lips onto an exposed nipple, sucking and licking eagerly.

“f-fuck!” you stammered, gripping his jacket tightly as you tried to stop yourself from humping his leg out of desperation

but he wanted you to-- he grabbed your hips and pulled you down, guiding you to rub yourself on his thigh.

“go ahead, pretty girl, show me how bad you want it.”

you were pretty confident that even through your panties, you were going to leave a stain on his trousers. 

you could even feel his cock on the inside of your thigh, hot and still slick with your spit, so hard you wondered why he wouldn't just put it in you already.

“please please please, need it so bad,” you whined, “I'm so wet for you, baby, I'm so fucking ready....”

“I know,” he whispered, pulling you closer to put his lips right beside your ear.  “I know, baby, I can feel it.  I can smell it.  you smell so fuckin sweet...”

you whimpered and your head fell back, pleasure shooting up through your body in jolts as you rubbed your swollen clit on his thick thigh.

“want me to fuck you?  I’ll fuck you, babydoll.  hard and rough just how you need it.”

“yes,” you sobbed.

“I’ll give it to you so good you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow, won’t be able to sit right cause I tore that pretty little pussy up.”

you gasped but you wanted it, god you wanted it so fucking bad you couldn’t even remember that this was supposed to be a job, not a hook-up.  but you didn’t care.  

“please baby, I’ll do anything just fuck me, please--” you cried, cut off by him grabbing you and pushing you onto your knees again, slapping your ass one more time before pulling your panties aside.

“god, you’re soaked,” he chuckled condescendingly. “you’re so sensitive, honey.  I bet you’ll go crazy if I touch you here,” he proposed, rubbing his thumb over your clit and making you jolt forward from the intensity of it.  

he leaned down to wrap his body over yours, holding you close with one arm around your neck as he whispered in your ear, turning your face slightly with a hand on your jaw.

“look into the camera while I put it in you, baby...”

you weren’t sure if it was realizing you’d been caught, or the feeling of him pushing into you that made your eyes water, but a tear fell down your cheek as he buried himself into you with a groan.  it was just the right type of pain; with how wet you were, even a cock as massive as his slid into you easily.  but it felt like you’d never been stretched so wide and you didn’t even know what to do with yourself as he pulled back and slammed into you.

“I never told you my name,” he reminded you, “but you knew it anyways.  and with what I do for a living, I can smell a p.i. from a mile away.  you’re not as slick as you think, sweetheart-- well, proverbially slick... cause literally, this pussy is so fucking wet for me.” 

you could only gasp and sigh as he pumped into you faster and deeper, reaching parts of you that had never been touched before, let alone ravaged like this.  you could feel his smile against your ear as he started to fuck you faster, his free hand palming at your breasts before reaching back to hold your hips steady.

“god, you’re so fucking tight... anybody ever fucked you this good, honey?  anybody ever taken you like the needy little slut you are?”

he bit down on your ear and you realized he wanted an answer.

“n-no,” you replied, “never.  nobody’s ever fucked me like this, andy.”

“anybody ever fucked you on camera before?”

you swallowed dryly. “no.”

“was it all an act, then?  all part of the job?  I don’t buy it.  I think this is who you really are, a desperate little slut who needs to be stuffed full of cock by somebody who can give you everything you need.”

his filthy monologue fell on deaf ears as you tried with all your might to look away from the camera on your jacket, knowing that you had totally blown your case as well as presumably destroying your reputation.  fucking a married man is one thing, fucking a married man whose wife is your client who hired to prove he was cheating?  maybe you could spin it as doing your job a little too well?

“I can tell you’re close, sweetheart, go ahead and come for me.  I wanna feel this pretty pussy squeeze me, milk my fuckin cock when you come.”

mainly you were just trying not to get too loud, afraid that the car wouldn’t be enough to muffle your noises in case somebody walked through the mostly empty parking lot.

“andy!” you yelped when you reached your peak, not really meaning to but it came out anyways, he chuckled a little, the sound morphing into a growl as you clenched down around him with each wave of pleasure washing over you.

“fuck, don’t fuckin stop, this pussy feels so good I think I’m gonna come inside...”

you were too out of it to protest; you would’ve gone limp and fallen down onto your chest if he hadn’t held you up, his cock flexing against your overstimulated walls as he painted your insides with his come.

he grinned as he stilled his movements, catching his breath for a moment before sitting up and pulling out, slipping your panties back on to keep his come inside for a bit longer.

it was all a blur as he helped you half-redress before he all but shoved you out of the car, stuffing his cock back into his pants before getting into the driver’s seat and starting the engine.

“tell my wife I said ‘hi’,” he winked at you as he drove off, leaving you with wobbly legs balancing on your heels while his come leaking down your thighs.

#andy barber x reader #andy barber smut #Anonymous

[jelenamasterpost]

2012

INDEX: purple font signifies importance, whether that be a specific date, quote, etc - I will later release a full index of all important dates and information combing each year of the Jelena timeline, but in the meantime, purple font signifies key information in their story to later come back to.

January 1st:

Selena celebrated NYE by Justin's side at his private party at the Glass House in NYC following his performance on Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve:

"He...danced with Selena, showing off, picking her up and swinging her around like it was Dancing With the Stars," a source tells E!

*E! article here (x)

January 2nd:

Selena tweets (a now deleted) photo she posted to her instagram of Justin with a big smile captioned:

“This smile is because of Carly Rae Jepsen.. We have not stopped listening to your song girl!” in response to CRJ’s single “Call Me Maybe”

*tweet here (x)

January 3rd:

Selena was spotted getting gas and McDonalds on way to Justin’s house

*photos here (x)

January 4th:

Justin, Selena, Taylor Swift, JoJo and Francia attend The Laugh Factory in Los Angeles

*photos / article here (x) (x)

January 6th:

Justin and Selena are photographed in Los Cabos, Mexico

*photos here (x)

January 7th:

Photos of Justin and Selena in Los Cabos, Mexico

*photos here (x)

January 9th:

Justin adds photo of him and Selena in Los Cabos, Mexico to instagram captioned:

“2 much fun”

January 10th:

Selena and Justin are photographed arriving at a restaurant together in Hollywood, California

*full article / photos here (x)

January 13th:

Selena and Justin are spotted by fans while walking with Baylor in Balboa Park, California

*full article / photos here (x)

January 14th:

Selena and Justin are spotted and photographed grocery shopping together with some family members in Encino, CA

*photos here (x)

January 15th:

Selena and Justin are photographed arriving at a friends house for Football Sunday

*full article / photos here (x)

January 16th:

Justin and Selena drive to Disney Land and were spotted walking on streets of Anaheim

*photos here (x)

January 17th:

Justin and Selena attend Disneyland together and are spotted kissing - they also run into Selena’s on-screen mom, actress Maria Canals Barrera, who tweeted a photo of herself with Selena and Justin writing “You never know who you’ll bump into at Disney Land.”

*full article / photos here (x) (x) (x)

January 22nd:

Selena continues her We Own The Night World Tour for the final South American leg of the tour this evening in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

The tour runs through January 22nd-February 11th

Fans spot both Selena and Justin in San Juan and take fan photos with the couple - Alfredo later confirms Justin was indeed in Puerto Rico but that they were flying back to LA the following day

Alfredo Flores:

"Went to dinner tonight in Puerto Rico. Justin ended up eating fish… I wanted him to try something Puerto Rican but he really wanted fish.. LOL what a waste of trying. Selena had a great show though and it was awesome seeing all the fans at the arena. I met so many of you and it was so much fun. Last day tomorrow and then we have to fly back to LA. Enjoying my last moments tomorrow. Te Amo."

*photos here (x) / Wikipedia tour dates (x)

February 2nd:

Selena covers the March issue of Cosmo and mentions Justin a few times in her interview

Talking about Justin:

“I’m just like every 19-year-old girl. If you’re in love, you’re in love to the fullest, and you just want to go to the movies, hang out, and be as normal as possible. I’m fortunate that I’ve found someone who has that philosophy … [Love] is the most powerful thing. When it comes to my family, friends, a relationship … it centers me. You only live once, and I want to be proud of everything that I do and just have fun. I want to be able to say that I had a really fulfilled, fun life.”

Talking about Nick, an ex:

“I was in a relationship previously where I had to hide everything and it wasn’t my choice. I had to go through different exits and take separate cars and do the craziest things, and it just really wasn’t worth it. It was like a year of my life completely wasted.”

February 11th:

Selena officially finishes her We Own The Night World Tour as she performs her final show of her South American leg in Montevideo, Uruguay

She also announced via her official Facebook that her and her band Selena Gomez & The Scene would be taking a prolonged hiatus as she will focusing primarily on acting this year:

This tour has been amazing, Thank you all for all the love and support you have shown me on this tour. Today is the last show but.... I will be back. Love you all.

Just to clear up my last instagram post, my band and I are going our separate ways for a while. This year is all about films and acting and I want my band to play music wherever with whoever. We will be back but, it will be a good while. I love them and I love you guys

*Facebook status here (x)

February 12th:

Justin is photographed picking up Selena from LaGuardia Airport in New York, who just finished her South American tour the night prior

They're later photographed together shopping in H&M and again that evening getting dinner at Thai Bistro in Manhattan posing for fan photos

*photos here (x) / here (x) / and here (x)

February 13th:

Justin and Selena are seen arriving at their New York City hotel on the eve of Valentines Day.

Justin gifted Selena a diamond ring for Valentines Day with the letter "J" on it - she uploaded a photo of her hand and the ring to Instagram with the caption:

"I'm finally home :)"

*E! article / photo of ring here (x)

February 14th:

Justin and Selena spend part of their Valentines Day at Disneyland with his whole family and were photographed carrying around his younger siblings.

*full article / photos here (x)

February 15th:

Justin and Selena are spotted at iHop and Chuck E Cheese in Encino, California

*photos here (x) / and here (x)

February 17th:

Justin and Selena were spotted/filmed while out shopping at The Beverly Centre

Justin and Selena later took to the Malibu oceanfront with his younger siblings and were photographed

*beach photos here (x) beverly centre here footage here (x)

February 18th:

Justin and Selena were photographed out as they took his younger siblings, Jaxon and Jazmyn, for a trip to Japanese spot Benihana in Los Angeles.

Stuart Montalvo, general manager of the restaurant, tells HollywoodLife.com:

“Justin and Selena were here this past Saturday with a group of people. They are really nice and polite. They come here quite often and usually order the same thing: Rocky’s Choice, which is Hibachi steak and chicken breast. Justin’s younger brother and sister were also with them. It was a family affair. Everyone was in a great mood and laughing and having fun. Justin and Selena were very affectionate. They were holding hands when they walked in and when they left. They looked like they are very fond of each other.”

Justin and Selena recruit their friend Ashley Tisdale and crew (including Ashley's boyfriend Martin Johnson from Boys Like Girls, Sammy Droke, Mateo Arias, Logan Henderson, Kendall Schmidt and Carlos Pena) to film themselves lip-synching and dancing to Carly Rae Jepsen’s Call Me Maybe in a home-made video

*photos earlier that day here (x)

February 19th:

Taylor Swift films "dance challenge" with Zac Efron on behalf of Ellen's dare at the premiere of The Lorax, and includes footage from the same day of the premiere dancing up on Justin in the studio and Selena at the event

*full article here (x) (x) *full video here (x)

February 22nd:

Justin and Selena went to UNDER THE GUN tattoo parlor in Hollywood to get Selena her first tattoo. Jordan Sandoval tweeted a picture of Selena and Louie, the tattoo artist who tattooed her.

(he is quoted saying its a heart, but its actually a music symbol and has been long speculated to actually be a disguised "J")

“She got a little heart tattoo at Under The Gun, in Hollywood by Louie Gomez @selenagomez.”

Carly Rae Jepsen and Justin hang out in the studio, upload a photo together and announce they've recorded a song via Twitter

Carly's Tweet:

I finally got to say thank you in person. Ps @/kukharrell @/justinbieber and I may have worked on a little song tonight.

Justin's Tweet:

my first impression of @/carlyraejepsen - kind, talented, and the real deal. this is going to be fun. welcome to the team.

*tattoo parlour photos here (x)

February 23rd:

Justin and Selena are photographed as they stop at The Commons at Calabasas in Calabasas, California - they later stopped for coffee at Starbucks and frozen yogurt at Menchie’s with their entourage, and Justin debuts his dyed brunette hair.

*full article / photos here (x)

February 25th:

Justin and Selena are photographed having lunch together at Sushi Den then again as they head into the Sherman Oaks Galleria to catch an afternoon movie together in Sherman Oaks, Calif.

Justin adds a photo of him and Selena to his Instagram

Later that evening while grabbing dinner they met Richard Reid in an elevator and stopped to pose for a photo with him that Richard ended up posting to his Twitter - after being flooded with questions from Justin fans, he began answering a few, revealing publicly via Twitter that there was boob grabbing (?)

*photos from earlier in the day here (x) Richard Reid photo here (x) Richard Reid tweet here (x)

February 26th:

Justin and Selena are photographed by fans renting movies at a Hollywood Blockbuster

Selena speaks to Access Hollywood about her new diamond studded ring in the shape of a "J" from Justin and whether or not its an engagement ring. When asked to show off the jewelry, she suddenly came down with a sudden case of stage fright:

“No, no — that’s like almost a friendship ring, it’s just for fun.”

“No! You’ll see it in pictures!”

“I get nervous.” she added with a laugh.

*blockbuster photos here (x) / AccessHollywood article here (x)

February 27th:

Selena officially begins filming Spring Breakers in St. Petersburg Florida alongside Vanessa Hudgens and Ashley Benson

February 29th:

Justin films his appearance for The Ellen DeGeneres Show (that airs the following day) to reveal that the first single from his upcoming album, Believe, was called Boyfriend and would be released March 26th - while filming, he's surprised and gifted an electric car from his manager Scooter Braun for his birthday

*full article here (x)

March 1st:

Selena adds photo to instgram for Justin’s birthday captioned:

Happy birthday to my best friend in the whole world!!! Have a great birthday baby!

March 2nd:

Selena is photographed leaving a medical clinic after getting bloodwork while still in St. Petersburg Florida

She's later seen arriving into LAX, having flown in for Justin's birthday party

Justin’s birthday party is this evening and Carly Rae Jepsen performs - Selena, their mutual agent Nick Styne, Jaden Smith, Ashley Tisdale, Ryan Good, Tori Kelly, Alfredo, Ashley Cook and Samantha Droke are also in attendance

*Medical Clinic article here (x) / DailyMail article here (x) / JustJared photos (x)

March 5th:

Its been reported that Justin is buying a $10.8million property in the Hollywood Hills to set up for himself and Selena

*DailyMail article here (x)

March 11th:

Justin flies down to Florida and takes Selena, Ashley Benson and her boyfriend Ryan Good, Justin's mom and his grandparents for a fishing trip excursion.

They are later spotted by fans at Gratzzi Italian Grille and Cracker Barrel before ending up back at their hotel.

Justin tweeted:

"great day fishing. time with grandpa doing the simple things in life. great day."

"Show the ones you love you love them. Take the time to make sure they know,"

*DailyMail article here (x) more photos here (x)

March 12th:

Justin visits Selena on the set of Spring Breakers

Later that evening, they meet up for dinner and drinks at a sports bar with Ashley Benson and Ryan Good in St. Petersburg Florida and have their first public fight - shortly after arriving Justin stormed out of the bar, followed by Selena chasing after him to their car.

“Justin’s security team drove the battling couple down the street to an alley where they had a ‘private conversation.’ After settling their dispute, they went back to the bar and continued boozing it up. By the time they left it was clear that the underage couple appeared to have had too much alcohol to drink.”

They were later photographed leaving the restaurant seeming to have made amends, but were reported to have been intoxicated.

*full article detailing fight here (x) *justin visiting set photos here (x)

March 13th:

Justin is photographed arriving back into LAX from Florida

March 15th:

Selena, Justin and her family are photographed leaving Cedars Sinai Medical Office Towers in Los Angeles California - Selena had a bandage around her arm where it looked like she had blood taken.

Upon getting in the car, Justin laid down in the seat so he wouldn't be seen by the camera.

*full article here (x)

March 16th:

Justin is photographed at Cedars-Sinai Medical Centre waiting outside in his vehicle and allegedly is there with Selena - she was also there the day before getting blood work

*full article / photos here (x)

March 26th:

Justin does a radio interview with Ryan Seacrest on KIIS-FM explained how he tries to stay busy while Selena is away filming her movie:

“I work all day, it keeps me occupied.”

March 30th:

Justin sits down with Complex and talks about Selena and growing up in the game:

Complex: Obviously, you and Selena are fodder for the gossip blogs everyday. How hard is it to keep your relationship private?

JB: It’s so hard, because everyone’s got a camera-phone, and now everyone wants to get their picture on the blogs. So they’ll send anything that they have to the blogs. So you don’t really get any privacy. If I want to go out to eat, if I’m in L.A., I just have to expect that there’s going to be someone there. That’s the only thing that I don’t like.

Complex: Is it tough for you guys? A lot of people like, hate it. Do you guys hate it, or is it like, “This comes with the territory, we’ve got to deal with it, it sucks?”

JB: I’m kind of both. I don’t like it, but I understand it. I’ll be covering my face or something, and the comment that pisses me off so much is, “Oh, get over it, Justin. You’re famous. People are going to take your picture. Just suck it up. You’re rich. You’re making a lot of money. Suck it up. This is one of the things that you have to do.” I’m like, “Yo I just got off an eight-hour flight. I’m tired. My eyes have bags under them. I’m not trying to take pictures.” I’m not going to come to your house, wake you up out of a deep sleep and start snapping your picture, no matter how you look right now. It doesn’t matter. When I get off a flight, I’m not trying to sit there and let them take pictures of me. I’m tired. I’m scratching my eyes. I just don’t like taking pictures in general.

Complex: There’s been high profile couples in history: Justin and Britney, Jay and Beyoncé. Jay and Beyoncé kind of kept it private. Everyone knew they were together, but they kept it quiet. Even with the kid, they kept it so under wraps. Do you learn anything from those relationships? And do you guys talk about that?

JB: Yeah. I mean, for me, it’s like, there’s no way to hide it completely, because then it would be unfair for us. Then, we’re not even able to have a relationship. It’s like, “You take this car, and I’ll take this car, and then we’ll meet up at the spot. Then, you go in this door, I’ll go in this door. We’ll end up crossing ways. You get back in this car. We’ll cross over, do a James Bond. You go through the kitchen. I’ll go through the back area. Then we’ll meet in the dressing room and see each other.” At that point, it’s like, it’s not even a relationship. You’re just hiding from everyone. That’s unfair and unhealthy, man.

*full Complex article here (x)

March 31st:

Justin and Selena both attend The Kids Choice Awards though walk the red carpet separately - Justin gets slimed during the ceremony and they both win awards

(note to self: Selena seems a bit high during interviews backstage)

April 4th:

Selena and Justin are photographed having a Subway picnic overlooking the city at Griffith Park in Los Angeles.

*full article / photos here (x)

April 5th:

Justin and Selena held hands as they headed to Panera Bread for lunch in Glendale, California

*DailyMail article / photos here (x)

April 6th:

Justin and Selena were photographed getting food at the Chick-fil-A drive-thru

*full article / photos here (x)

April 7th:

Justin and Selena were spotted by fans at a grocery store and posed for photos

*photos here (x)

April 9th:

Justin, Selena and Alfredo are spotted/photographed by fans while going to watch American Reunions in theatres

*photos here (x)

April 11th:

Seventeen Magazine releases their May issue with Justin on the cover and ask about Selena during his interview:

Seventeen: Everyone is so interested in your personal life, especially your relationship with Selena. A lot of your fans don’t approve…

Justin: Everyone has haters, so you always have to deal with the negativity and be positive about it. I don’t think it’s nice; I’d rather they be nice, but at the end of the day I don’t let it affect me.

Seventeen: You’ve planned some amazing dates for Selena - who taught you to be so romantic?

Justin: I’m just trying to make her happy, that’s all. I think it’s important to make all woman feel like they’re princesses because every girl is a princess, I’m serious.

Seventeen: Will.I.am said he thinks it’s important for people to experience heartbreak so they’ll have something to sing about. What do you think?

Justin: I haven’t gone through it so I don’t really know what it’s about. I don’t think anyone wants to have heartbreak. I haven’t been in that deep a place yet, but I’m still looking. I’m still learning every day.

Seventeen: Would you and Selena ever record music together?

Justin: Yeah. I love her music, so maybe we could collaborate.

*full article here (x)

April 12:

Justin, Selena and Alfredo are photographed snowboarding at Big Bear Ski Resort in Big Bear Lake, California

*photos here (x)

April 14th:

Justin and Selena go to Jupiter, Florida for the weekend to celebrate the wedding of one of Justin’s friends and check into The Inn at Admiral’s Cove

They later attend Allison Kaye's wedding

*full article here (x)

April 17th:

Justin and Selena attend Lakers game together after both separately appearing on DWTS and American Idol, and publicly share an intimate kiss when put on the spot via the events Kiss Cam

April 19th:

During an interview with The Insider to promote her new perfume line, Selena is put to the test to correctly guess Justin's perfume through a sniff-test:

"The Insider's Brooke Anderson lined up three unlabeled fragrances for Selena, which included Justin's Someday perfume, challenging her to pick out his scent from the trio.

"I'm such a bad girlfriend," Selena sheepishly muttered when she confused Someday for Paris.

Selena revealed that Justin is impressed with her concoction and went on to explain why his opinion carried so much weight when she was creating the scent for her perfume, not only as a fellow perfumer, but also as a guy, citing "romantic" reasons."

*full video here (x)

April 20th:

Selena debuts a new additional music video for Hit The Lights

Selena appears on On Air with Ryan Seacrest and opens up about her Kiss Cam at the Lakers game earlier this week, and Justin’s upcoming debut with Taylor Swift.

Asked about the Kiss Cam, Selena called it "the most humiliating thing that’s ever happened to me, probably."

“They were showing these little elderly couples, and it was so cute. Then all of a sudden we’re both looking up and we come on the screen and it’s like … it was so awkward. It was so weird. I mean you have to kiss, right?”

"They wrote a song together and it’s beautiful - it’s amazing - I don’t know if it will make the album, but if not I’m sure they’ll release it at some point, because it’s a really great record. It’s kind of like … it’s Taylor and Justin combined. So it’s a little bit of an upbeat song, but it’s very acoustic.”

*full video interview here (x) / *full RadarOnline article here (x)

April 21st:

Selena visits Justin on set for his music video “Boyfriend” and the two are photographed hugging/kissing/being affectionate

*full article / photos here (x)

April 27th:

UsWeekly releases a special edition of their magazine featuring Justin and exclusive photos/interviews titled Inside My World: Justin Bieber. He's questioned about Selena during his interview and mentions recently gifting her a diamond bracelet:

UsWeekly: At least you get quality time with Selena. What do you love about her?

Justin: I dunno! She just carries herself in a very elegant way. And my family loves her, which is usually hard because my mom’s really picky. My mom wants, you know, a good Christian girl with good manners.

UsWeekly: Do you understand girls better now?

Justin: Well, every girl is different, so they are hard to figure out. Like, the way most men work is the same. But each woman works differently. It’s like I can’t figure them out! But I do know girls like you to tell them you love them and that they’re all beautiful all the time. So I do that a lot with any girl I’m with. I tell them that as much as possible.

UsWeekly: Most romantic gift you’ve ever given?

Justin: I’m not saying to who- but I gave a girl an expensive diamond bracelet recently. It was so pretty, I knew she’d love it!

UsWeekly: Would you and Selena ever do a duet?Yeah. I think she’s very talented.

Justin: That would be very cool. We have nothing planned- but I’m not opposed to it!

*full interview here (x)

May 16th:

Justin featured in GQ magazine/interview:

"I keep my guard up a lot," the singer says in the latest issue of GQ.

"Because you know, you can’t trust anyone in this business. That’s what’s sad. You can’t trust anybody. I learned the hard way.”

May 18th:

The Hollywood Gossip reports that Justin and Selena may have broken up after Justin cryptically tweets/deletes:

“thank u for the time i had with you but i have to move on now..”

*full article here (x)

May 20th:

Justin attends Billboard Music Awards solo in Las Vegas

May 20th:

Justin sits down with Sunday Times for an interview and reveals when news of his “love child” with Mariah Yeater broke, Selena called him right away. Justin also revealed that he wrote a song dedicated to Selena titled 'Be Alright.'

“She was like, ‘Do you see what they’re saying on the internet?’ I was like ‘Yeah.’ She was, like, ‘So…’ I was, like ‘No, it’s not true’. ‘Okay, thank you, bye!’ That was it, she trusts me."

“I’m going to call my girlfriend.” So he does, reaching Selena on the Florida set of her new film Spring Breakers.

“Whats up baby? I can’t stop thinking about you… I said I can’t stop thinking about you. That’s all. Yes, so, um, I gotta do this interview but I just wanted to call and hear your voice really quickly… Okay, I love you. Okay bye.”

Skype and FaceTime keep them connected, he says.

“Ten years ago, or even five years, long distance relationships were much harder. Now you see each other anytime you want!”

May 25th:

Justin and Selena reunite as he picks her up from the LAX airport

*full article (x) / photos (x)

May 26th:

Selena and Justin are photographed out for a lunch date at Benihana in Sherman Oaks. Afterwards the two snuck out the back door hand-in-hand. Selena then went her own way as she cruised to a nearby 76 gas station in Encino to fill her Ford Escape

*photos here (x)

May 27th:

Selena and Justin were strolling an outdoor mall in Calabasas when paparazzi began harassing them as they were trying to leave. According to witnesses (and photos taken) this photographer was so aggressive that he even blocked Justin's car, and was said to be rudely harassing Selena "about the herpes (coldsore) on her lip" while trying to capture a photo of her. After they began harassing Selena, Justin got out of his car and went to smack the camera from his hands and him and the photographer both fell off the curb.

The photographer was taken away by ambulance AND filed a police report that named Justin as the culprit. The Los Angles County Sheriff's office is investigating and say they will talk to Justin.

One of the girls who supposedly was there shared this:

"long story short; the paps were blocking his car and wouldnt move, he got mad after asking them to move, justin tried to knock their camera, the pap and justin both fell off the curb, he lost his shoe and hat while fighting him, selena and justin left and came back because selena lost her phone, and the paps would not get out of her face, and then they left and now the paps are trying to get money from the whole thing"

Another girl that was allegedly there as a witness had nearly the exact same story as above, except in addition she added the paparazzi were rudely asking Selena "about the herpes on her lip," and that's when and why Justin knocked his camera.

*full video to story above here (x)

May 28th:

Selena attends producer Joel Silver‘s Memorial Day party in Malibu

Selena and Justin have dinner date

*full article / photos here (x)

May 30th:

Detectives want to interview Justin and Selena after a photographer claims he was attacked by Justin at a Calabasas shopping mall Sunday, but authorities continue to seek additional witnesses.

In a statement released Tuesday, the Sheriff's Department said the investigation was continuing and that detectives "are planning to interview Mr. Bieber." Law enforcement sources said Selena is among the witnesses detectives would like to talk to. Detectives are investigating claims by the photographer that Justin struck him after he snapped photographs of Selena at the Commons at Calabasas Shopping Center.

The photographer complained of pain and was taken by the Los Angeles County Fire Department to a hospital, where he was treated and released, officials said. The sources, who spoke on the condition of anonymity because the investigation was ongoing, stressed that the probe was in its early stages.

*source here (x)

June 7th:

Selena’s photoshoot and interview for her Elle cover is released where she briefly mentions Justin renting out LA's Staples Center for a private screening of Titanic:

"If I'll share anything with you, it's that he really is a hopeless romantic. I had just mentioned it in the car - all I said is that I really want to see Titanic again, and then."

June 11th:

Justin joined Selena's mom and step-dad at the Right to Laugh event hosted by the Alliance for Children's Rights at the Avalon in Hollywood. Selena's mom Mandy, a huge supporter of the organization, purchased an entire table to support the cause, and invited Justin to accompany her family.

"Selena and Justin sat side-by-side," a source tells PEOPLE.

"They were laughing and smiling the whole evening. They were being very low-key and gracious as to not take away any attention from the cause."

June 15th:

Justin officially releases his third studio album Believe and many of the album's songs are inspired by Selena and their relationship, including Be Alright, a song about their long distance relationship, that Justin wrote by himself:

Across the ocean, across the sea

Startin' to forget the way you look at me now

Over the mountains, across the sky

Need to see your face and need to look in your eyes

Through the storm and, through the clouds

Bumps on the road and upside down now

I know it's hard baby, to sleep at night

Don't you worry

Selena is referenced by name in the song Beauty & A Beat during Nicki Minaj's rap:

“Justin Bieber / You know I'm gonna hit 'em with the ether / Buns out, wiener/ But I gotta keep an eye out for Selener”

*Be Alright audio here (x)

June 15th:

Selena arrives into Toronto Pearson International airport and Justin is photographed picking her up.

*photos here (x) / (x)

June 16th:

Selena and Justin are photographed boarding a helicopter to fly them into his hometown Stratford Ontario where Justin later sang Baby on steps of the Avon Theatre

*full articles (x)

June 17th:

Justin and Selena both attend Much Music Video Awards ceremony in Toronto, Canada where Justin was performing and Selena was presenting - they walked the red carpet separately and didn't pose for any photos together

*photos here (x)

June 25th:

Justin and Selena have dinner date at Geoffrey’s in Malibu and are later seen departing in Justin’s "party bus"

*photos here (x)

June 26th:

Justin and Selena attend Katy Perry’s “Part of Me” documentary premiere at Chateau Marmont in Los Angeles - Justin skipped the red carpet

Later that evening Justin and Selena arrive at the Bootsy Bellows lounge with Katy Perry and Robert Pattinson in West Hollywood for the after party and headed to a private room in the back of the lounge:

“Justin and Selena shared a table with friends,” a spywitness tells JustJared.com of the after-party.

“They were very affectionate the whole night, holding hands and sharing kisses. Katy and Amber Heard, and Shannon Woodward spent a good portion of the night sitting and chatting with them. Everyone was laughing and having a great time, taking pictures with each other and snacking on mini-cupcakes.”

*full article / photos here (x)

June 28th:

Justin cut short a pre-taped interview with U.S. radio show Mojo in the Morning after the host compared him to Justin Timberlake and quizzed him about a potential romance between his mother and One Direction's Harry Styles.

Thomas Carballo, the host of the show, was in the middle of a phone chat with Justin when he (rightfully so) took offence at his line of questioning - and hung up.

The 10-minute interview got off to a bad start when Carballo told Justin he thought he was Timberlake the first time he heard him.

Justin said, "That's funny because our voices sound nothing alike... Saying I sound like somebody else is definitely not a compliment."

Justin eased up when talking about his new song Maria, which was inspired by the woman who falsely claimed he was the father of her baby last year, but he lost his cool when Carballo got personal and asked if he was worried about Harry Styles falling for his mum.

The DJ said, "Do you worry about Harry around your mum, since he likes older women?"

Clearly upset, Justin then mumbled something about Carballo's mother and, as the radio presenter explained his mum was dead, Justin had already hung up the phone.

A record company representative then tried to convince the DJ that Justin's phone had cut off, explaining, "I can't get him. He's in a really s**tty area."

She later revealed Justin was "really upset" with the questions, adding, "He probably won't be calling back."

*source here (x)

June 30th:

Justin and Selena enjoy a walk around Lake Balboa in Van Nuys, California, stopped at an ice cream truck with Alfredo and stopped by Bronco Burrito for some lunch.

*full article / photos here (x)

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[antiporn-activist]

The Children of Pornhub

Why does Canada allow this company to profit off videos of exploitation and assault?

By Nicholas Kristof, Opinion Columnist, Dec. 4, 2020, New York Times

This article contains descriptions of sexual assault. It’s also really long.

Pornhub prides itself on being the cheery, winking face of naughty, the website that buys a billboard in Times Square and provides snow plows to clear Boston streets. It donates to organizations fighting for racial equality and offers steamy content free to get people through Covid-19 shutdowns.

Yet there’s another side of the company: Its site is infested with rape videos. It monetizes child rapes, revenge pornography, spy cam videos of women showering, racist and misogynist content, and footage of women being asphyxiated in plastic bags. A search for “girls under18” (no space) or “14yo” leads in each case to more than 100,000 videos. Most aren’t of children being assaulted, but too many are.

After a 15-year-old girl went missing in Florida, her mother found her on Pornhub — in 58 sex videos. Sexual assaults on a 14-year-old California girl were posted on Pornhub and were reported to the authorities not by the company but by a classmate who saw the videos. In each case, offenders were arrested for the assaults, but Pornhub escaped responsibility for sharing the videos and profiting from them.

Pornhub is like YouTube in that it allows members of the public to post their own videos. A great majority of the 6.8 million new videos posted on the site each year probably involve consenting adults, but many depict child abuse and nonconsensual violence. Because it’s impossible to be sure whether a youth in a video is 14 or 18, neither Pornhub nor anyone else has a clear idea of how much content is illegal.

Unlike YouTube, Pornhub allows these videos to be downloaded directly from its website. So even if a rape video is removed at the request of the authorities, it may already be too late: The video lives on as it is shared with others or uploaded again and again.

“Pornhub became my trafficker,” a woman named Cali told me. She says she was adopted in the United States from China and then trafficked by her adoptive family and forced to appear in pornographic videos beginning when she was 9. Some videos of her being abused ended up on Pornhub and regularly reappear there, she said.

“I’m still getting sold, even though I’m five years out of that life,” Cali said. Now 23, she is studying in a university and hoping to become a lawyer — but those old videos hang over her.

“I may never be able to get away from this,” she said. “I may be 40 with eight kids, and people are still masturbating to my photos.”

“You type ‘Young Asian’ and you can probably find me,” she added.

Actually, maybe not. Pornhub recently was offering 26,000 videos in response to that search. That doesn’t count videos that show up under “related searches” that Pornhub suggests, including “young tiny teen,” “extra small petite teen,” “tiny Asian teen” or just “young girl.” Nor does it necessarily count videos on a Pornhub channel called “exploited teen Asia.”

I came across many videos on Pornhub that were recordings of assaults on unconscious women and girls. The rapists would open the eyelids of the victims and touch their eyeballs to show that they were nonresponsive.

Pornhub profited this fall from a video of a naked woman being tortured by a gang of men in China. It is monetizing video compilations with titles like “Screaming Teen,” “Degraded Teen” and “Extreme Choking.” Look at a choking video and it may suggest also searching for “She Can’t Breathe.”

It should be possible to be sex positive and Pornhub negative.

Pornhub declined to make executives available on the record, but it provided a statement. “Pornhub is unequivocally committed to combating child sexual abuse material, and has instituted a comprehensive, industry-leading trust and safety policy to identify and eradicate illegal material from our community,” it said. Pornhub added that any assertion that the company allows child videos on the site “is irresponsible and flagrantly untrue.”

II.

At 14, Serena K. Fleites was an A student in Bakersfield, Calif., who had never made out with a boy. But in the eighth grade she developed a crush on a boy a year older, and he asked her to take a naked video of herself. She sent it to him, and this changed her life.

He asked for another, then another; she was nervous but flattered. “That’s when I started getting strange looks in school,” she remembered. He had shared the videos with other boys, and someone posted them on Pornhub.

Fleites’s world imploded. It’s tough enough to be 14 without having your classmates entertain themselves by looking at you naked, and then mocking you as a slut. “People were texting me, if I didn’t send them a video, they were going to send them to my mom,” she said.

The boy was suspended, but Fleites began skipping class because she couldn’t bear the shame. Her mother persuaded Pornhub to remove the videos, and Fleites switched schools. But rumors reached the new school, and soon the videos were uploaded again to Pornhub and other websites.

Fleites quarreled with her mother and began cutting herself. Then one day she went to the medicine cabinet and took every antidepressant pill she could find.

Three days later, she woke up in the hospital, frustrated to be still alive. Next she hanged herself in the bathroom; her little sister found her, and medics revived her.

As Fleites spiraled downward, a friend introduced her to meth and opioids, and she became addicted to both. She dropped out of school and became homeless.

At 16, she advertised on Craigslist and began selling naked photos and videos of herself. It was a way to make a bit of money, and maybe also a way to punish herself. She thought, “I’m not worth anything any more because everybody has already seen my body,” she told me.

Those videos also ended up on Pornhub. Fleites would ask that they be removed. They usually would be, she says — but then would be uploaded again. One naked video of her at 14 had 400,000 views, she says, leaving her afraid to apply for fast-food jobs for fear that someone would recognize her.

So today Fleites, 19, off drugs for a year but unemployed and traumatized, is living in her car in Bakersfield, along with three dogs that have proved more loyal and loving than the human species. She dreams of becoming a vet technician but isn’t sure how to get there. “It’s kind of hard to go to school when you’re living in a car with dogs,” she said.

“I was dumb,” she acknowledged, noting that she had never imagined that the videos could be shared online. “It was one small thing that a teenager does, and it’s crazy how it turns into something so much bigger.

“A whole life can be changed because of one little mistake.”

III.

The problem goes far beyond one company. Indeed, a rival of Pornhub, XVideos, which arguably has even fewer scruples, may attract more visitors. Depictions of child abuse also appear on mainstream sites like Twitter, Reddit and Facebook. And Google supports the business models of companies that thrive on child molestation.

Google returns 920 million videos on a search for “young porn.” Top hits include a video of a naked “very young teen” engaging in sex acts on XVideo along with a video on Pornhub whose title is unprintable here.

I asked the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children to compile the number of images, videos and other content related to child sexual exploitation reported to it each year. In 2015, it received reports of 6.5 million videos or other files; in 2017, 20.6 million; and in 2019, 69.2 million.

Facebook removed 12.4 million images related to child exploitation in a three-month period this year. Twitter closed 264,000 accounts in six months last year for engaging in sexual exploitation of children. By contrast, Pornhub notes that the Internet Watch Foundation, an England-based nonprofit that combats child sexual abuse imagery, reported only 118 instances of child sexual abuse imagery on its site over almost three years, seemingly a negligible figure. “Eliminating illegal content is an ongoing battle for every modern content platform, and we are committed to remaining at the forefront,” Pornhub said in its statement.

The Internet Watch Foundation couldn’t explain why its figure for Pornhub is so low. Perhaps it’s because people on Pornhub are inured to the material and unlikely to report it. But if you know what to look for, it’s possible to find hundreds of apparent child sexual abuse videos on Pornhub in 30 minutes. Pornhub has recently offered playlists with names including “less than 18,” “the best collection of young boys” and “under- - age.”

Congress and successive presidents have done almost nothing as this problem has grown. The tech world that made it possible has been mostly passive, in a defensive crouch. But pioneering reporting in 2019 by my Times colleagues has prodded Congress to begin debating competing strategies to address child exploitation.

Concerns about Pornhub are bubbling up. A petition to shut the site down has received 2.1 million signatures. Senator Ben Sasse, a Nebraska Republican, called on the Justice Department to investigate Pornhub. PayPal cut off services for the company, and credit card companies have been asked to do the same. An organization called Traffickinghub, led by an activist named Laila Mickelwait, documents abuses and calls for the site to be shut down. Twenty members of Canada’s Parliament have called on their government to crack down on Pornhub, which is effectively based in Montreal.

“They made money off my pain and suffering,” an 18-year-old woman named Taylor told me. A boyfriend secretly made a video of her performing a sex act when she was 14, and it ended up on Pornhub, the police confirmed. “I went to school the next day and everybody was looking at their phones and me as I walked down the hall,” she added, weeping as she spoke. “They were laughing.”

Taylor said she has twice attempted suicide because of the humiliation and trauma. Like others quoted here, she agreed to tell her story and help document it because she thought it might help other girls avoid suffering as she did.

IV.

Pornhub is owned by Mindgeek, a private pornography conglomerate with more than 100 websites, production companies and brands. Its sites include Redtube, Youporn, XTube, SpankWire, ExtremeTube, Men.com, My Dirty Hobby, Thumbzilla, PornMD, Brazzers and GayTube. There are other major players in porn outside the Mindgeek umbrella, most notably XHamster and XVideos, but Mindgeek is a porn titan. If it operated in another industry, the Justice Department could be discussing an antitrust case against it.

Pornhub and Mindgeek also stand out because of their influence. One study this year by a digital marketing company concluded that Pornhub was the technology company with the third greatest-impact on society in the 21st century, after Facebook and Google but ahead of Microsoft, Apple and Amazon.

Nominally based in Luxembourg for tax reasons, Mindgeek is a private company run from Montreal. It does not disclose who owns it, but it is led by Feras Antoon and David Tassillo, both Canadians, who declined to be interviewed.

Prime Minister Justin Trudeau of Canada calls himself a feminist and has been proud of his government’s efforts to empower women worldwide. So a question for Trudeau and all Canadians: Why does Canada host a company that inflicts rape videos on the world?

Mindgeek’s moderators are charged with filtering out videos of children, but its business model profits from sex videos starring young people.

“The goal for a content moderator is to let as much content as possible go through,” a former Mindgeek employee told me. He said he believed that the top executives weren’t evil but were focused above all on maximizing revenue.

While Pornhub would not tell me how many moderators it employs, I interviewed one who said that there are about 80 worldwide who work on Mindgeek sites (by comparison, Facebook told me it has 15,000 moderators). With 1.36 million new hours of video uploaded a year to Pornhub, that means that each moderator would have to review hundreds of hours of content each week.

The moderators fast forward through videos, but it’s often difficult to assess whether a person is 14 or 18, or whether torture is real or fake. Most of the underage content involves teenagers, the moderator I spoke with said, but some comes from spy cams in toilets or changing rooms and shows children only 8 to 12.

“The job in itself is soul-destroying,” the moderator said.

Pornhub appears to be increasingly alarmed about civil or criminal liability. Lawyers are circling, and nine women sued the company in federal court after spy cam videos surfaced on Pornhub. The videos were shot in a locker room at Limestone College in South Carolina and showed women showering and changing clothes.

Executives of Pornhub appear in the past to have assumed that they enjoyed immunity under Section 230 of the Communications Decency Act, which protects internet platforms on which members of the public post content. But in 2018 Congress limited Section 230 so that it may not be enough to shield the company, leading Mindgeek to behave better.

It has doubled the number of moderators in the last couple of years, the moderator told me, and this year Pornhub began voluntarily reporting illegal material to the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children. After previously dragging its feet in removing videos of children and nonconsensual content, Pornhub now is responding more rapidly.

It has also compiled a list of banned content. I obtained a copy of this list, and it purports to bar videos with terms or themes like “rape,” “preteen,” “pedophilia” and “bestiality” (it helpfully clarifies that this “includes eels, fish, octopus, insects”). Diapers are OK “if no scatophilia.” Mutilation depends on context but “cannot depict severing parts of the body.”

So while it is now no longer possible to search on Pornhub in English using terms like “underage” or “rape,” the company hasn’t tried hard to eliminate such videos. A member called “13yoboyteen” is allowed to post videos. A search for “r*pe,” turns up 1,901 videos. “Girl with braces” turns up 1,913 videos and suggests also trying “exxxtra small teens.” A search for “13yo” generates 155,000 videos. To be clear, most aren’t of 13-year-olds, but the fact that they’re promoted with that language seems to reflect an effort to attract pedophiles.

Moreover, some videos seem at odds with the list of banned content. “Runaway Girl Gets Ultimatum, Anal or the Streets” is the title of one Pornhub video. Another user posts videos documenting sex with teenage girls as they weep, protest and cry out in pain.

While Pornhub is becoming more careful about videos of potentially litigious Americans, it remains cavalier about overseas victims. One Indonesian video is titled “Junior High School Girl After Class” and shows what appears to be a young teenager having sex. A Chinese sex video, just taken down, was labeled: “Beautiful High School Girl Is Tricked by Classmates and Taken to the Top of a Building Where She Is Insulted and Raped.”

“They’re making money off the worst moment in my life, off my body,” a Colombian teenager who asked to be called Xela, a nickname, told me. Two American men paid her when she was 16 for a sexual encounter that they filmed and then posted on Pornhub. She was one of several Pornhub survivors who told me they had thought of or attempted suicide.

In the last few days as I was completing this article, two new videos of prepubescent girls being assaulted were posted, along with a sex video of a 15-year-old girl who was suicidal after it went online. I don’t see how good-faith moderators could approve any of these videos.

V.

“It’s always going to be online,” Nicole, a British woman who has had naked videos of herself posted and reposted on Pornhub, told me. “That’s my big fear of having kids, them seeing this.”

That’s a recurring theme among survivors: An assault eventually ends, but Pornhub renders the suffering interminable.

Naked videos of Nicole at 15 were posted on Pornhub. Now 19, she has been trying for two years to get them removed.

“Why do videos of me from when I was 15 years old and blackmailed, which is child porn, continuously [get] uploaded?” Nicole protested plaintively to Pornhub last year, in a message. “You really need a better system. … I tried to kill myself multiple times after finding myself reuploaded on your website.”

Nicole’s lawyer, Dani Pinter, says there are still at least three naked videos of Nicole at age 15 or 16 on Pornhub that they are trying to get removed.

“It’s never going to end,” Nicole said. “They’re getting so much money from our trauma.”

Pornhub has introduced software that supposedly can “fingerprint” rape videos and prevent them from being uploaded again. But Vice showed how this technology is easily circumvented on Pornhub.

One Pornhub scandal involved the Girls Do Porn production company, which recruited young women for clothed modeling gigs and then pushed them to perform in sex videos, claiming that the videos would be sold only as DVDs in other countries and would never go online. Reassured that no one would ever know, some of the women agreed — and then were shattered when the footage was aggressively marketed on Pornhub.

Girls Do Porn was prosecuted for sex trafficking and shut down. But those videos continue to surface and resurface on Pornhub; last time I checked, videos of six victims of Girls Do Porn were on Pornhub, which continues to profit from them.

One of the Girls Do Porn women I saw on Pornhub is now dead. She was murdered at 20, allegedly by an angry ex-boyfriend who is about to go on trial. I’m not disclosing her name because she should be remembered as a vibrant college athlete, and not for a sex video that represented her most mortifying moment.

VI.

So what’s the solution?

I had expected the survivors to want to shut down Pornhub and send its executives to prison. Some did, but others were more nuanced. Lydia, now 20, was trafficked as a child and had many rape videos posted on the site. “My stomach hurts all the time” from the tension, she told me, but she doesn’t want to come across as hostile to porn itself.

“I don’t want people to hear ‘No porn!’” Lydia told me. “It’s more like, ‘Stop hurting kids.’”

Susan Padron told me that she had assumed that pornography was consensual, until a boyfriend filmed her in a sex act when she was 15 and posted it on Pornhub. She has struggled since and believes that only people who have confirmed their identities should be allowed to post videos.

Jessica Shumway, who was trafficked and had a customer post a sex video on Pornhub, agrees: “They need to figure out who’s underage in the videos and that there’s consent from everybody in it.”

I asked Leo, 18, who had videos of himself posted on Pornhub when he was 14, what he suggested.

“That’s tough,” he said. “My solution would be to leave porn to professional production companies,” because they require proof of age and consent.

Right now, those companies can’t compete with mostly free sites like Pornhub and XVideos.

“Pornhub has already destroyed the business model for pay sites,” said Stoya, an adult film actress and writer. She, too, thinks all platforms — from YouTube to Pornhub — should require proof of consent to upload videos of private individuals.

Columnists are supposed to offer answers, but I struggle with solutions. If Pornhub curated videos more rigorously, the most offensive material might just move to the dark web or to websites in less regulated countries. Yet at least they would then not be normalized on a mainstream site.

More pressure and less impunity would help. We’re already seeing that limiting Section 230 immunity leads to better self-policing.

And call me a prude, but I don’t see why search engines, banks or credit card companies should bolster a company that monetizes sexual assaults on children or unconscious women. If PayPal can suspend cooperation with Pornhub, so can American Express, Mastercard and Visa.

I don’t see any neat solution. But aside from limiting immunity so that companies are incentivized to behave better, here are three steps that would help: 1.) Allow only verified users to post videos. 2.) Prohibit downloads. 3.) Increase moderation.

These measures wouldn’t kill porn or much bother consumers of it; YouTube thrives without downloads. Siri Dahl, a prominent porn star who does business with Pornhub, told me that my three proposals are “insanely reasonable.”

The world has often been oblivious to child sexual abuse, from the Catholic Church to the Boy Scouts. Too late, we prosecute individuals like Jeffrey Epstein or R. Kelly. But we should also stand up to corporations that systematically exploit children. With Pornhub, we have Jeffrey Epstein times 1,000.

#if you use pornhub you're complicit in this #sorry i don't make the rules

[batwritings]

Hello Bat, I have another story idea. It won't be nsfw like my last one though. I hope you still enjoy.

Anyways ghost hunters!

Dream didn't believe in ghosts. They were a horror movie plot and that was it. Every bump in the night could be explained by something. The wind, and old house settling, maybe a light night critter stumbling around. Even the really convincing footage he would explain away, trick of the light. It became a game for George and Sapnap to try and convince Dream there was spirits in the after life. It was a month after George moved to Florida officially that the first ghost hunt happened. To avoid showing his face Dream controlled the camera, George had the spirit box and Sapnap had the emf reader. It was some old abandoned hospital still open for "ghost hunting" adventures. The tall streamer just scuffed at his friends and went through the building. Nothing happened. The other two jumped and screamed at every little sound though, which Dream had found hysterical. The video was edited and posted on their shared channel. It got a lot of likes and comments, which inspired Sapnap to set up another ghostly slumber party. This time somewhere genuinely spooky. Or at least so he thought. George whimpered at any unusual sounds and clung to Sapnap while Dream strolled ahead of them. He screamed memes into empty rooms of the abandoned school hallways. This time though was different. A phone rang out in response to his last call making the two smaller friends jump looking every which way for the sound. Dream paused and listened. It rang again and he turned heading straight for the sound at top speed. The two whined as they followed. The air shifting in temp the closer they got. The dirty blonde burst into a vacant room, the only thing inside was a teacher desk with an old rotary phone off the base. It rang one last time when George and Sapnap finally caught up with him. Dream picked it up and inspected it. It was still connected to the wall, holding it up to his head and said hello into the receiver. George hissed at him to stop. Sapnap held tight to the Brit, holding his breath. When the door slammed behind him the Texan screamed and hid his face in George's slim shoulder, clinging tightly.

Dream just rolled his eyes setting the phone back on the base and moving to open the door. It didn't budge. Huffing the taller man walked to the other door that was still open and stepped out into the hallway. No one was around. His best friend scurried after him and he stalked down the halls. The flash light of the camera started to flicker before going out completely. Sapnap stumbled with his own flash light trying to turn it on again to no avail. Suddenly Sapnap screamed jumping into Dreams arms mumbling about something touching him. George also collapsed against the taller man whimpering about being to scared. Dream just huffed and snatched the light from Sapnap, shaking it until it turned on again. Down the hall something moved out of sight which made George basically crawl into his best friends back and told him to run. Getting fed up with all the bullshit Dream, pushed Sapnap and George off of him and moved to the nearest exit. He called them babies the entire trip home. This video was edited by Sapnap and George as they voice overed some of the reviewed video evidence. It took three days to convince Dream to actually let them upload it. He swore he wouldn't do another "ghost video" ever again. That was until Halloween rolled around and Karl came to visit. George, Sapnap, and Karl begged dream to come with them on one final investigation. The bribe was the other three had to do whatever Dream wanted them to do while on the hunt for the paranormal.

Handcuffs. He couldn't stop his wheezing laughter as he handcuffed himself to George and Sapnap with Karl. They split up too with walkie talkies to keep in touch. Karl had a camera while sapnap had the spirit box. Dream had a camera and George had emf. They took two separate wings of the old jailhouse. 5 minutes into the "investigation" Dream locked George in a cell and slipped off his cuff. He was nice enough to leave the screaming Brit a flashlight before sneaking off to scare Sapnap and Karl. What he wasn't expecting to find was the two already locked in a cell and half clothed. They jumped apart as far as they could when Dream asked them what they were doing. Well worth it. He promised they could edit out what was going on in the video before I locking the door for them. When they made it back to George the shortest man huffed ending the call he was in with quackity to bitch about his asshole of a friend.

They continue around the building until daylight started to peak through the old broken windows. Nothing happened except for some practical jokes. They went home. When the reviewed the video several unexplained things could be spotted. None of which convinced Dream. The video was edited and posted the next day. The stans went nuts over Sapnap and Karls dynamic and yelled at Dream for leaving George all alone. They did a Q&A stream about it. Dream was silent for most of it. He did end up making it up to George by getting him a new camera for his streaming set up.

It was almost 3 months later when they dragged the faceless streamer into another stupid ghost hunt. Karl had come to visit his boyfriend Sapnap for the 5 time in the last few months. Jimmy had reached out to the rest of the Dream team and suggested a massive ghost hunt. So that's what they did. The most ghost evidence each team got would win 50k. Not really interested in winning Dream just kinda wondered the halls, jump scaring other teams. George show as his teammate giggled behind him. When they got down to the old cellar they noticed no one was brave enough to check it. George huddled closer to his taller friend bumping into him with how close he crowded . Loud pipes, old vents and creaky floorboards above them were the old sounds they had though. Eventually they turned back to head back upstairs and got lost. For a good 20 minutes. George whined in a panicked voice about not messing around and Dream just grumbled that he knew how to get out and kept stumbling through the spaces. Eventually they came to a head end. George gave his best friend a look, that screamed he was not impressed. The taller man just groaned and gestured the shorter to lead the way. 15 minutes of stumbling around and still no stairs up. Cursing George slumped against a wall dusting spiderwebs from his arms.

They waited for a few minutes in silence, they both tried to reach their friends via text but their phones had no signal. Leaning his head on Dreams shoulder George signed defeated. They waited a little longer. And loud this made the Brit jump clasping his hands in Dream's. Lacing their fingers together the dirty blonde rested his head on top of Georges whispering how he would protect his friend.

It took the group 2 hours to find Dream and George. The two emerged from the basement still holding hands. Chaneler and Chris won by two "encounters". George and Dream went home hand in hand.

It was never told what happened down in the basement, Dream claimed his camera died. But he and George didn't take long to tell everyone about their new relationship. All because of some stupid ghost hunts.

Okay. I hope that was okay. I haven't slept much. Have a good day bat!

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aaaaaa Camera you've outdone yourself again! this is so cute aaaaa I love it!! I kinda wanna write something where Dream gets actually spooked into believing in ghosts now hahaha.

#bat squeaks #anon response #📷anon #heatwaves shenanigans

[peculiarscriptures51]

~The one where they’re amateurs~ (MYG)

🌺 Please recommend and requests some more ideas for Mygi! I write them the least but I need inspiration!

🌺Yoongi is not an idol in this excerpt. He and his wife are in a whole different kind of entertainment industry.

🌺Please read at your own discretion. A reminder that this is in no way meant to sexualize Yoongi as a person, as it's a fictional portrayal that reflects no real sexual agenda. If you're sensitive to sexual content I advise you don't continue reading! Otherwise, thanks and enjoy!

"When was the last time we uploaded a video?" Yoongi asked, staring at his wife's reflection as she stepped out of the shower.

She froze and pursed her lips, "I can't say I remember, why?"

Yoongi shrugged, scrolling through his phone to read the dozens of comments left on their last video from about two months ago. He was leaned on their marble countertop, chewing his lip as he reviewed their last post made on the adult website they frequented.

Mya pulls her lotion out of her cabinet, peeking over his shoulder when she heard herself moan from his phone. She stared at the video of her husband's head buried between her legs. God, it made her quiver just thinking about it. She never came so hard and so much from oral alone. He refused to let her go or stop, even though she begged him to, she wanted it, though. Otherwise she'd have used the safe word and it wouldn't make it onto the Internet.

He watched her start to massage her lotion into her skin, returning it to its usual silky, smooth texture. She looks at him suggestively, a hint of a smile on her face. "What?"

He chuckled in amusement, watching as she bent down to reach her ankles. "Tie your hair up. I'm setting up the cameras." He ordered. She glanced at his sweats, which happened to be the only thing he was wearing. She noticed the bulge starting to peak from inside them.

They invested quite the bit into their videos, the two of them went through extensive efforts to hide their identity without the tacky look of censoring their videos after the fact. Their equipment was just too good to blur a large patch of their good footage, the two of them knew from experience how much it took away from the immersion. Not to mention there was always the possibility for someone to try to do some investigative work if they really wanted. There was another popular couple in Canada who were forced to reveal their identities for exactly that reason. They were forced to rely on pornography as a primary source of income, as they were very quickly "let go" from their jobs. And understandably so, Yoongi didn't blame any company for not wanting to associate with the sex industry unintentionally.

It was his and Mya's worst nightmare, so they decided that if they started to gain some traction and be watched on a regular basis by an influx of viewers - which only took a year, much to their surprise - than they would invest more into their videos. Of course, all while still pursuing and maintaining their main careers. At first, their content had the tacky looking censored identity. However, they've since dedicated their guest room to their videos, in it there were no photos of them. No mirrors that would accidentally reveal their identities. In fact the walls were bare, and the bed was as simple as they come, dressed with white sheets. There was one dresser and two nightstands: one for either side of the bed.

He left their master bathroom to set up their studio lights. They had taken courses on elaborate lighting for film, not to mention they set the mood. Through the power of camera angles, lighting, and shadows, their videos look great: aesthetically pleasing and practical for them. Most of the time their faces are simply out of frame.

Mya hadn't bothered to get dressed, walking in as she wrapped her thick, black elastic around her long dreads. She had her phone tucked under her chin, as she would use it to iniate when she'd start recording. Yoongi smirks at her as she finishes setting up the other camera on the other side of the bed, flipping the screen around so they could easily see themselves. Aside from the bed and other simple furniture, the only other thing in the room was a desk with two monitors. One of which they used to see themselves even better, in case one of their faces start to show and they can easily readjust themselves.

"Are you ready, yeobo?" Yoongi asked her, checking the monitor again before turning to his wife, she sets her phone beside her on one of the night stands. She bobs her head, pulling out the drawer in the nightstand beside of her and grabbing a fresh bottle of their favorite lubricant.

"How are we doing this, Yoongles?" She asked as he approached the bed, joining her on top of it. Her skin looks supple and velvety, the white sheets accentuated her ebony skin. The viewers especially loved how their skin contrasted, Mya received plenty of compliments about her appearance. He sinks his head into the crook of her neck, sucking gently on a patch of skin. Her breath hitches as he leans more into her.

"Let's just let it flow. No need to plan it every time."

"But what if we waste footage?" She wonders, if they accidentally revealed their faces, even slightly, the duration of the sudden appearance would have to be removed in editing. Which meant entire chunks could be edited out, depending on if the footage was useful. It was also why they had different camera angles, in case one angle reveals too much.

"I'll edit it," he volunteered, it was his turn anyway. She whimpers when he kisses the sensitive hickey he left on her neck, moving on to her collar bone. Naturally, his hands glide along the curves of her body, down to her voluptuous curves. His hands grip the soft, supple flesh of her ass. He hums in satisfaction, massaging it gently.

"I'm starting the recording," she whispered, which meant she was aroused and ready. Their videos typically don't feature too much of the sensuality before the main event. They know people just want to watch what they came for and be done. No need for them to see too much of the romantic or sappy aspect to it. Once the red button was flashing, they agreed not to talk. Any recording of their voices was removed later on. At first, it was hard for Mya to stop calling him his real name. They'd been having sex for years and she knew it made him feel good to know he was doing things right, hence she made a habit of calling his name. However, since they've been taking their productions a bit more seriously, she's had to start calling him by his alias: SUGA. He played shooting guard in basketball when he was in high school, and it inspired his nickname. Not to mention Mya liked calling him the nickname unironically even out of the bedroom, though only when they were alone. However, they've since decided not to talk at all in their videos.

He tucks his hand between her legs, hearing her breath hitch as he began to massage her bundle of nerves with two fingers. He pulls her in to kiss her lips, feeling her body quiver as she leans into him. He chuckles as she succumbs to his touch, her pelvis trembling when he dipped his fingers between her soft lips to collect the moisture that was undoubtedly accumulating. He hears the cameras chime as the recording continued, watching her tuck her phone away. He applies the moisture on his fingers back onto her throbbing, swelling clit. Her hand grips his shoulder, and she whimpers as he applied more pressure, being his usual merciless self. He used his other hand to part her thighs further from each other before pulling her closer into him, until she was straddling his thigh.

"Yoonie..." She whimpered, unable to help herself. She only ever uttered his nickname in his ear, and it was never loud enough for the cameras to pick up. She braces herself on his shoulders, panting as he summoned more moisture from between her legs, encouraging her to grind herself into his thigh. She moans gently at the friction of his sweats against her bare skin. When he dipped his fingers back in, never allowing her the satisfaction of true penetration via his slick fingers, he felt her clenching hard, craving his body.

He chuckles deeply, amused by her arousal. She was wrapped around his finger, practically in the literal sense. She grips his bicep pleadingly, hips trying to swivel into his fingers more. He pulls his hand back, and she quivered slightly, watching as he tugged his sweats off his legs. He took a good look at the moisture that had spread along her inner thighs, still it was accumulating from her. He didn't want to make his wife wait any longer than she'd need to, pulling her closer to him by the waist. She quickly straddles his hips, holding his face to lay kisses on his lips. Her breath hitches as he adjusts himself, his hand gliding up her juicy thigh and guiding her hips down. Slowly, she sinks her weight onto him, watching her wince for a moment as she encircled her arms around his neck.

Her large, naked breasts rub against his chest as she pulls herself as closely to him as she can. Her eyes shut blissfully, lips caught between her teeth. He studies her face to make sure she's okay, obtaining a hold around her thin waist to allow her to adjust. Last week, he fucked her to oblivion. She had been sore for three days and had been actively avoiding him, complaining that she was too sore to even think about him up until yesterday.

Yoongi kisses the fullness of her breasts, pulling her sensitive skin into his mouth to suck and swirl his tongue around. She whimpers, bracing herself, she moves in one swift, hard grind followed closely by another. Quickly, she's panting and exasperated, spreading her legs to grind more of her sensitive skin into his. She was mouthing unintelligible words to herself, none of which the camera or audio would manage to detect.

She rocks herself rhythmically on top of him, hardly allowing their skin to part at all. Yoongi groans loudly at the pleasurable sensation, throwing his head back as he endures. He mouths a slew of curses, gripping her ass tightly in his hands. He could feel the moisture spreading from between them, looking down to see it collecting on his pelvis. Fuck, she was dripping all over his thighs.

He felt her clench hard, moaning loudly, reaching behind her and gripping his knee for more leverage. She continues to work her hips ceaselessly into his, rocking his body with hers. Her momentum was starting to make him a bit dizzy, though, so he managed to pin her down. She cries out, squirming and trying to keep her momentum, eager to cum again. He pumps his hips up into her, leaning forward and holding her at a more restrictive angle.

She throws her head back, gripping his thighs tightly as he moved. Their skin slapped loudly, not to mention the wetness that accompanied it. In no time at all, her thighs were quivering uncontrollably, eyes rolling back in pleasure. However, he persisted, refusing to stop just because she orgasmed. Yoongi never gave up that easily.

She whimpers and grips his neck, locking her thighs around his waist with a suffocating grip. He lies her back on the pillows, not missing a beat as he checks their position on the screens. Her hands reach around his back and thighs, legs spreading apart wide as she welcomes his presence. He continues to pound her, happy to have better leverage now that he was on top of her.

Mya moans loudly, her nails digging into his milky white skin, leaving angry pink crescents. The sound alone was enough to make her fall victim to another orgasm, her husband continued without fail, despite how much her clenching walls restricted his fluid movements. He studies her face, plump lips parted as she panted with exasperation. Her eyes hardly stayed open long, though when they were, they locked onto his with a lustful, dark aura. It made him grit his teeth to resist his own release.

He hisses, groaning as he sinks his weight into her heavily, grinding his hips into her. "Fuck..." Her eyes rolled back, head dropping down onto the pillow. Her back starts to arch, their stomachs touching as he moved. He obtains a firm grip on the head board, pulling himself into her.

"Holy shit..." He couldn't help himself, she felt too good. Her velvety, warm walls. The moisture between them. Her intimate grip all over his body, clinging to him desperately. He sinks his head into her neck, the two of them moaning into each other's ears. He grips the underside of her thick thigh, holding it in place to ensure he kept good leverage. Smoothly, he girates himself into her, the heat still bubbling up inside them, albeit at a slower pace. Missionary was always romantic between them, at least it was when he took his time. As much as she loved to ride him until they knock themselves out, for some reason nothing could top missionary. She loved the intimacy of it, and she said she liked hearing him moan when he was close.

He continues working his hips, resisting the powerful urge to spasm and jerk. His wife was painfully close to another orgasm, he holds her hip, slamming his hips roughly into the spot he was nudging against. She quivers and writhes in pleasure, whimpering and moaning. She starts to shove his shoulders, as if to push him off, though her thighs were locked around his waist. He pins her knees apart to keep pounding her g-spot. She squeals in pleasure, and if he wasn't so close he'd have laughed. She never squealed before.

"Baby..." He moaned, "Can I cum inside you?"

She bobs her head, it only took a few more rough strokes before his hips were spasming. He cursed, hips locking forward into hers. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him down to kiss him deeply, refusing to let him go. The two of them lie there for a while, unmoving as their bodies start to relax. Yoongi pulls himself away carefully, hissing loudly as his skin meets the cool-tempered air.

Mya's thighs still quivered, she slowly closes them, holding her hand out to him. He pulls her up, keeping her steady before she could get light-headed.

She braces herself on his shoulder, resting her forehead on his back as she catches her breath. He rubs her thigh comfortingly, watching her lean toward her phone on the nightstand to stop the recording. The cameras chimed, all four screens in the room loading the footage onto their computer, the one they used to edit.

She clears her throat. "I'm going to go shower again, do you want anything?" He shakes his head, looking at the mess they'd made of the sheets. Thanks to Mya's arousal there were two wet patches in the sheets. Luckily they thought to put down a mattress cover. He watches her get up again, moving slowly. She reaches for the heavens, stretching on the tips of her toes. He taps her plump ass as she leaves the room, tucking some of her dreads back into her bun. A few of them had managed to fall out of it in their ordeal, particularly when he forcefully laid her on her back.

Yoongi collects their sheets, as well as his sweats in a large heap, passing Mya in the hallway on his way to their washing machine. White sheets were surprisingly easy to maintain, they've come to find. Once he had them running, he washed his hands and tugged on a pair of briefs before heading back to their filming room.

He started to edit their footage, relieved to see that neither camera angle revealed their faces, however he knew he'd have to edit some audio, considering the few occasions that they spoke. He was halfway done when his wife came in, smelling like her favorite Dove soap. She sets a lit candle on one of the night stands, handing him an iced americano with the straw already inserted for him. She kisses his cheek, hugging him from behind and watching him finish up.

They rewatch the footage without any commentary, the both of them paying close attention for any accidental reveals. He heads to their page on the website, starting to upload their new video. Mya hums, "I like that angle. It's a nice view." She teases, referring to the thumbnail with a perfect shot of the curve of his ass.

He chuckles, rolling his eyes before typing a title for their video. He made sure to capitalize keywords, because most video sights capitalize off of buzz words, he learned that from YouTube. The more, the merrier. He put plenty of tags as well, so most people can easily understand what they're watching. Ironically, enough, a thumbnail literally displaying an interracial couple isn't enough of a heads up to some viewers who've complained about it. Yoongi's deleted at least ten comments complaining about Mya's complexion. Always something along the lines of 'She's cute but she's too dark for me.' His wife doesn't actively participate in engaging with their viewers all that much - Yoongi doesn't either, but unlike her he'll be more likely to read their comments. She doesn't want to entertain their judgement, knowing full well they would definitely get it. She suggested making videos in the first place though, so she knew of the consequences that came with it.

He turns toward her in the chair, laying a rough smack on her ass. She hardly flinched, sipping her tea. "You coming to watch a movie with me, or what?"

"Sure, just let me put the equipment away."

She shakes her head, "Just turn it off. If you're lucky, we might need to use it again." She winked at him, turning out of the room. Her long, colorful caftan flowing as she went. She called it her 'sunset dress', because the colors reminded her of the sunset in her grandmother's native country - the Dominican Republic. Something about the way the sun descended was so much more beautiful when she went there as a young girl. She wore it every chance she got, not to mention how soft and silky it was.

He shuts everything off and locks the bedroom door behind him like always, heading to their bathroom to take a quick shower. Just as he suspected, by the time he joined his wife on the couch she was still looking for something to watch with a pout on her face. He kisses her head and sinks down beside her, wrapping his arm around her.

🌺 This was pretty graphic and explicit, but again please take it lightly! It was just something fun. Hope y'all enjoyed it! Let me know if you guys want more explicit content or not. Also I need more Mygi suggestions. I write them the least and I want to make up for it. Thanks!

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