#Big Brother (UK Host)

[thetimelordbatgirl]

The way people are trying to justify Mickey Rourke's homophobia and clear threat of corrective SA with how he's old school and everyone is overreacting like.... Man, I would say the overreaction is fucking deserved, given he literally told Jojo Siwa he'd tie her up and she won't be gay anymore if he remains on the show throughout, let alone then making it clear he'd vote her off because she's lesbian and trying to use the fact that in UK, the f-slur does count as an alternate name for cigerettes when trying to say he needs one, before then saying to Jojo not you. If anything, the only thing missing from the overreaction is Big Brother getting rid of his ass before the vote to evict happened! And the old school excuse...bruh, stop using that excuse, he's a famous hollywood actor, he knows what nowadays is like and knows what he's doing.

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[inkmonster21]

Short n’ Sweet💋

Hugh Jackman x Fem!Sister!Reynolds!Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Part 13

Series Masterlist

Come Ride On Me, I Mean, Camaraderie

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After what felt like an eternity, filming finally wrapped up, and Hugh prepared to return from the UK. The long-awaited return brought a sense of relief and anticipation, as he looked forward to reuniting with his loved ones and familiar surroundings.

You patiently waited in the car, parked near the arrival area of the airport. The anticipation built as you anxiously counted down the minutes until Hugh's arrival. The reunion was longed for, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness as you waited to see him once again.

Hugh emerges from the front doors, and before he can even react, you jump out of the car and sprint towards him with a big smile. In a heartbeat, you throw yourself into his arms, giggling with excitement and happiness. Hugh's surprise quickly turns into a warm embrace as he catches you in mid-air, lifting you for a moment before setting you back down on the ground.

Ryan, standing nearby, couldn't help but roll his eyes at the affectionate reunion unfolding before him. With a sarcastic tone, he muttered, "Yeah, sure, not like your brother is right here." Ryan's playful comment expressed a mix of amusement and mild annoyance, highlighting the subtle competitive dynamic between siblings.

Hugh chuckled at Ryan's remark, his smile affectionate yet teasing. He then replied, "Well, Ryan, you better turn away, mate." The words carried a hint of humor, warning his friend about what was going to come next.

Hugh leaned in with a look of affection in his eyes and planted a soft, tender kiss on your lips. The kiss expressed his affection and love for you, a silent gesture conveying his happiness at being reunited after a long time apart. The airport surroundings faded into the background as you both shared the intimate moment.

The much-anticipated album release was fast approaching, and you found yourself in a whirlwind of promotional activities. There was still a mountain of promotional material to film, share, and create, all leading up to the big day. The pressure was on, and your schedule was filled with various interviews, photoshoots, and social media content to complete.

Luckily, Hugh was able to tag along for all the promotional activities, his presence and support providing you with a sense of comfort and reassurance. Having him by your side made the hectic preparations more enjoyable and less overwhelming.

At the grand house where the album release party was scheduled to take place, you found yourself filming a hilarious video intended to promote the event. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the preparations, you and Hugh found time to create a lighthearted and entertaining video, capturing the energy and excitement of the upcoming party.

Hugh held your phone, a mischievous grin on his face as he began his monologue. "Now, to properly host an album release party, you need a few things," he stated, walking through the spacious home.

Hugh walks into the living room, phone in hand, and finds you sitting on the couch applying some lipstick in a small handheld pocket mirror. He clears his throat to gain your attention, and as you look up at the camera, he prompts you with a friendly greeting. "First, you need the host," he says with a smile. You look up and give a charming smile, acknowledging the camera, "Oh, hey! I’m (y/n) Reynolds, and we’re going to show you how to host the most amazing listening party experience."

You descend the grand staircase, leading to the pool and patio bar area. With a sassy wink, you offer some advice. "Second, keep your guest list short and sweet. Hot people only." As you pass by Hugh filming, you punctuate the statement with a playful wink.

In the kitchen, you reach into the oven and pull out the prop ice cream adorned with whipped cream and a cherry. With a charming smile, you explain, "Number three, prepare a sweet treat for your guests." You offer Hugh the cherry, and he quickly pops it into his mouth whilst filming. He then playfully adds, "Because it's called Short n' Sweet." You both share a laugh at his remark, the playful banter setting a lighthearted tone for the promotion video.

You perch yourself on the luxurious balcony, framed by the spectacular backdrop of the setting sun. With a confident smirk, you chime in, "Four. Make sure you have an amazing view." Hugh pans the camera to capture the serene sunset, but you quickly chime in, interjecting with a playful retort. "Um, no. I'm the fucking view. The fuck?" Your words are dripping with sass and humor, adding a touch of attitude for the video.

Hugh stands behind the bar, expertly shaking up a mixed drink in the shaker. You perch on a barstool, adding your own two cents for the fifth item on the list. "Five. Make a special drink for your guests to keep them up all night." Hugh then pours the drink into a glass and passes it to you. As you lift it with a smile, you feign annoyance and playfully drop your smile before saying, "That's that me... Do I really have to say it again?" Your words carry an air of mock resignation, adding another layer of humor.

You watch the final cut of the promotional video, laughing at the lighthearted and playful moments captured. As Megan prepares to share it on TikTok, you can't help but anticipate the response from your fans. You can envision them enjoying the contents, appreciating the humorous banter and the infectious energy shared by both you and Hugh.

The video quickly spreads across TikTok, and as anticipated, your fans devour the content, gushing and giggling at the funny clips and banter between you and Hugh. Comments pour in, filled with praise and amusement.

The much-anticipated night of the album release party had finally arrived, and you were brimming with excitement. The energy in the air was palpable, a mix of anticipation and thrill. The party was a chance to not only celebrate the release of your album but also to connect with your friends and create memorable moments.

The party was in full swing, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement as the clock ticked closer to 12 AM. The anticipation in the air was undeniable, and you could feel the energy building with every passing minute. The countdown to the album release was near, and the room seemed to hum with a mix of anticipation and anxiety for the moment the album would drop for the world to hear.

You climbed up onto the small stage, and as your presence became visible to all your friends and acquaintances, their cheers filled the room. Your heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves as you looked out at the sea of familiar faces, their support and applause propelling you forward.

You stepped onto the stage, taking in the enthusiastic applause from your friends and acquaintances. A genuine smile spread across your face as you spoke, "Wow, I'm seriously speechless." Your voice carried a hint of disbelief and appreciation as you tried to find the right words to express your gratitude and excitement for the occasion.

You paused for a moment, looking out at the crowd of familiar faces. "I just wanted to say a little thank you to all of you for coming," you began, your voice filled with sincere gratitude. "Thank you to my team for helping me with this album. Thank you Ryan for always supporting me," you said, glancing at Ryan with a warm smile. As your gaze shifted to Hugh, a sly smirk tugged at your lips. "And thank you Hugh for the many, many nights of inspiration," you finished with a knowing glimmer in your eye.

Your words were met with laughter and cheers from the crowd, their reaction a testament to the playful banter they had come to expect from you and a sign of their enjoyment of the moment. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you basked in the energy of the room, the laughter and applause fueling your excitement for the evening ahead.

Hugh, standing nearby, raised his glass with a playful wink in response to your words. The gesture was subtle yet full of meaning, a silent message of support and appreciation. The glimmer in his eyes spoke volumes, a reflection of the admiration and connection shared between you both, even amidst the crowd and celebration.

As the clock struck 12, the first song of your album started to play. The upbeat and catchy tune filled the air, its infectious energy seeping into the hearts of the crowd. Everyone soon found themselves dancing and having a blast, the rhythmic beats and captivating lyrics igniting a dance party that filled the space with pure joy and celebration.

As you danced with Hugh, the current song playing was a love letter to him. The lyrics spoke of love, admiration, and the special bond you shared. You intertwined your movements with his, your eyes locked on each other as you swayed to the melody, expressing the depth of your feelings through dance. The song served as a soundtrack to your connection, a tangible representation of the love that filled both your hearts.

As the song played, the lyrics echoed in Hugh’s mind like a sweet melody. The words "Who’s the cute boy in the white jacket with the thick accent?" played on repeat, a clear reference to himself. Hugh couldn’t help but smile at the mention, feeling a mix of warmth and a hint of flattery at being immortalized in your music.

Hugh felt his hands instinctively tighten around your waist as the next song started playing. The lyrics were overtly explicit and unabashedly confident, fueling a mix of excitement and desire. "One of me is cute but two though? Give it to me baby" echoed through the room, the seductive words creating an intimate and charged atmosphere. Hugh couldn’t help but wonder what inspired such a bold and alluring track, his fingers digging into your waist as if trying to possess you in that very moment.

"Let's get out of here," he whispered in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. His hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer, and you could feel the hardness of his erection against your thigh. "Just for a little while. I want you all to myself."

You didn't need any more convincing. The anticipation of being alone with Hugh, away from prying eyes, made your heart race. With a quick nod, you excused yourself from your guests, taking Hugh's hand and leading him through the corridors.

The luxurious home offered countless private spaces, but Hugh had a destination in mind. He guided you to a secluded study, its walls lined with rich mahogany bookshelves. Closing the door behind you, he pressed you against it, his strong body trapping you in a sensual embrace.

"I've been waiting all night to do this," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. His lips claimed yours in a hungry kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he tasted the sweetness of your mouth. You moaned into his kiss, your hands gripping his broad shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles.

Hugh's hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve. He cupped your breasts through your dress, his thumbs teasing your nipples to hardness. You arched into his touch, craving more. His fingers deftly undid the zipper of your dress, letting it slide to the floor, leaving you standing in nothing but your lacy black lingerie.

"You're stunning," he murmured, his eyes raking over your exposed body. He traced the lace of your bra with his fingertips, making you shiver as he teased the sensitive skin beneath. "I love seeing you like this, all mine."

You reached for his belt, eager to return the favor. With practiced ease, you unbuckled it, your fingers brushing against the bulge in his pants. He was hard and ready, his cock straining against the fabric. You knelt before him, the hardwood floor cool against your knees, and took his length into your hands.

Hugh's breath caught as you stroked him slowly, your fingers exploring the length and girth of his shaft.

You teased the tip with your thumb, spreading the pre-cum glistening there, before taking him into your mouth. His taste exploded on your tongue, and you savored the feel of his cock sliding between your lips.

He groaned, his hands tangling in your hair, guiding your head as you took him deeper. You reveled in the power you held over him, the way he surrendered to your touch. His hips moved in a gentle rhythm, fucking your mouth as you sucked and licked, bringing him closer to the edge.

"I want to feel you," he panted, pulling away from your lips. He lifted you to your feet, his hands sliding down to cup your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh. "I need to be inside you."

You were more than willing. You climbed onto the study desk, the smooth wood cool against your bare skin. Hugh stood between your legs, his eyes dark with lust as he admired your open invitation. He hooked your thighs over his strong arms, positioning himself at your entrance.

With one smooth thrust, he filled you, his thick cock stretching you deliciously. You gasped at the sensation, your head falling back as pleasure radiated from your core. Hugh's hips moved in a slow, torturous rhythm, each stroke hitting your sweet spot, making you moan and beg for more.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, his breath hot against your neck. He leaned forward, his hands gripping the edge of the desk, giving him leverage to pound into you with increasing force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your cries of pleasure.

You matched his rhythm, meeting each thrust with a hungry grind of your hips. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, leaving marks on his skin as you clung to him. The friction between your bodies built, sending sparks of pleasure through your veins.

Hugh's eyes locked with yours, his gaze intense as he drove into you. "I love watching you come undone," he growled. "Hearing you scream my name."

His words sent a shockwave of desire through you. You were close, so close, and his relentless pounding pushed you further towards the edge. Your orgasm built, a coiled spring ready to snap. "Hugh!" you cried out, your voice hoarse from pleasure. "I'm going to—"

Just as you were about to climax, he pulled out, his cock glistening with your juices. You whimpered in protest, craving release. Hugh's eyes sparkled with mischief as he rounded the desk and sat in the chair. He waves you over with his fingers, “Come ride on me.”

You smirked with smudged lips and desire-filled eyes. You didn’t waste time crawling on top of Hugh, thighs secured on either side of him. His members dipped in your wetness.

You grabbed his shoulder and sat down on him. As he entered you again, his hands gripped your hips as he thrusts up, meeting your rhythm. The change in angle sent a new wave of pleasure through your body.

You moaned, your head tossed back, your body trembling with the force of his thrusts as he met yours. Hugh's fingers found your clit, rubbing it in circles as he fucked you, pushing you closer to the brink.

"Come for me, baby," he urged, his voice a rough whisper in your ear. "Let me feel that tight pussy milking my cock." His dirty words were the final push you needed. Your orgasm exploded, rippling through your body like an electric current. You cried out, your muscles clenching around his shaft, milking him as he continued to thrust. Hugh groaned, his own release building as he felt the walls of your pussy pulsating around him.

With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside you, his hot cum filling your hole. You could feel his pulse as he came, his cock twitching within you. He collapsed in the seat, hands still on your hips, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

You sat there, sated and exhausted, your bodies still joined, the evidence of your passion dripping down your thighs. The explicit lyrics of your song continued to play in the background, a fitting soundtrack to the raw, primal acts you had just committed.

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[louisupdates]

DJ: Euros at Glasto. Whose idea was it to sneak a television in?

Lottie: He [big brother Louis Tomlinson] said this idea, he was like, ‘We’re gonna take a tele in.’ He’d thought of everything. We took a generator, two buckets of rocks to like, set it in. And I was like, ‘They’re not going to let you take rocks in.’ We just walked through! Couldn’t believe it.

Host: It’s just what you do, isn’t it?

Lottie: He was like, ‘Just, everyone, just stay chill, just walk through, like, it’s not on the prohibited items list.’ So, I thought it was really amazing, ‘cuz he was like, ‘Let’s not set it up just for us. Let’s set it up for as many people to watch.’

- Lottie Tomlinson describing brother Louis Tomlinson sneaking a television into Glastonbury 2024. via hitsradiouk TikTok. Louis went viral as the “god of Glasto” [BBC News, Billboard, Metro, The Guardian, Rolling Stone UK, LinkedIn, iHeart, Page Six, Ladbible] for his ingenuity. He ranked No. 3 on Glastonbury 2024’s Most Memorable Moments [The Guardian], and was lauded a “Silver Fox” [Today, People]. Even the English NT and Samsung commented.

[mollymargiela]

request: OMG I’m so excited!!! A smut story about bepsy being reader’s cameraman please 🤭

reader = pink

bepsy = purple

warnings: fingering, p in v, some swearing & small fluff lol

Reality

since dating bepsy, also known as your cameraman, it’s been challenging to maintain a composed demeanor whenever he’s filming you. you found yourself constantly looking at his facial features instead of the camera.

getting lost in his eyes, even the chat noticed it. they didn’t know you were dating him; they just knew him as your cameraman. they didn’t know you had sexual relations with him or that he was your boyfriend of eight months already.

when you met him, it was at a party hosted by banks when new members were signed up. banks had introduced you to him. the black zip-up hoodie and cod shirt he was wearing caught your attention, and his nerdy demeanor made you want to get to know him better.

you guys talked that night about how u knew banks, thinking you were just one of those girls that were interested in banks. but it was the complete opposite, you actually knew banks since the clout house days, you both shared a sibling bond.

you told bepsy that banks was essentially like a big brother to you. his expression changed when he heard you over the loud music, screaming, and the chatter.

he asked you for your number that night, and of course, you gave it to him. he was a good guy with good intentions, and he was also very good-looking.

the next morning, he texted you, asking if you wanted to go out with him. excitement surged through you as you typed back, agreeing to join him.

the “date” was incredible, you both shared similar interests, and he found out you were also a streamer looking for a cameraman.

he wasn’t a cameraman; he was more like an assistant to faze. he would help them brainstorm ideas and stuff, but he offered to be your cameraman.

you genuinely believed that was the end of it, thinking he wasn’t interested and simply sought another job opportunity. however, for him, it was an opportunity to strengthen your bond. It appeared that he desired to be friends first before asking you out.

after a month of him accompanying you every day as your cameraman during your streams, your friendship blossomed and strengthened, becoming more stronger than ever.

he decided to finally ask you if you’d be his girlfriend. he wasn’t sure what your answer would be, considering the strong bond you’ve formed as friends.

he asked you while you were taking a walk through the park, and of course, you said yes. you’ve always wanted to be with him since the day you both met.

Today, Wednesday 11:35pm

it was a good stream to say the least, doing irls with adapt all day since the other faze boys are in miami for a week, and jason being in the uk and not coming back till the 28th of march.

that left you and adapt alone at the faze house, and of course bepsy.

you couldn’t keep your eyes off bepsy all day. his fluffy hair and beautiful face made it hard to entertain the chat.

once you both got home after the stream you still couldn’t keep your eyes off him.

he steps into the shared bedroom, the atmosphere relaxed and familiar. with a casual ease, he unzips his jeans, the sound breaking the silence. he lets the denim slide down, revealing his comfy sweatpants. after a quick stretch, he steps into the soft fabric, feeling the warmth of the room.

you sat at the edge of the bed, eyes locked on him, barely able to breathe as you watched him. heat pooled low in your belly, and you instinctively pressed your thighs together, desperate for relief. the thin fabric of your panties grew damp with every passing second, betraying just how badly you craved his touch.

“fuck, stop looking at me like that, y/n,” he said, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. as he pulled his shirt down, the fabric clung to his form, accentuating his physique. the moment felt charged, the air thick with unspoken tension, as he shifted slightly, the soft rustle of his sweatpants adding to the intimate atmosphere. his expression was a mix of playful challenge and vulnerability, drawing you in even closer.

you could feel the heat rising between you as he took a step closer, the playful tension hanging in the air. “what are you thinking?” he asked, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, his eyes still locked on yours. you could sense that he was waiting for your response, the moment feeling electric.

as you opened your mouth to reply, the playful banter took a turn, and you both started to laugh, breaking the tension. he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “come on, don’t leave me hanging,” he teased, leaning in just a little closer, as if inviting you to share your thoughts.

the atmosphere was charged with anticipation, and you could feel the connection between you both deepening, making you wonder what might happen next.

“I—just… you look so good right now.” you leaned into him, your heart racing as your lips met his. the kiss was electric, sending a rush of warmth through you both. he seemed surprised at first, his eyes widening, but then he melted into the moment, falling back onto the bed with you.

the softness of the sheets beneath him contrasted with the intensity of the kiss. you could feel the surprise fade as he responded, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer. the world around you faded away, and all that mattered was the connection you shared in that moment.

“woah,” he said with a breathy laugh, both of you pulling away from the kiss, panting for air. you wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding slowly against him, feeling the heat between you intensify. his veiny hands gripped your butt, guiding your movements as you felt a rush of exhilaration.

with a teasing smile, you leaned in for another kiss, this time your tongues dancing together, playfully fighting for dominance. the kiss was passionate and wild, igniting a fire that made everything else disappear.

you feel his member gradually hardening beneath you, pressing against you through the layers of fabric, sending waves of heat through your core. his hands are no longer tentative—they roam your body with a growing hunger, tracing the curve of your back, gripping your waist firmly, then gliding up to your neck and shoulders, his fingertips leaving a trail of tingling anticipation in their wake.

when they reach your butt, he squeezes possessively, pulling you even closer as your bodies grind together. both of you moan into each other’s mouths, breaths shallow and desperate, lips parting and clashing in a rhythm that matches the electric tension between you. without breaking the kiss, he leans back just slightly, his eyes dark and urgent as he quickly motions for you to slip out of your jeans, the silent command thick with desire.

as you rise from his lap to peel off your jeans, he wastes no time—his hands grip the waistband of his sweatpants, shoving them down in one swift, eager motion. the air between you feels charged, thick with anticipation, as you both strip down further, exposing more bare skin to the warmth of the room.

when you lower yourself back onto him, the heat of your bodies meeting without the barrier of clothing sends a sharp jolt through both of you. his hands instantly find your hips, fingertips digging in slightly as he pulls you closer, savoring the sensation of your thighs pressing against his.

the contrast of soft skin against soft skin heightens the intensity, your bodies now moving in sync, every subtle grind and shift causing small gasps and deeper breaths to spill from parted lips. the friction, the warmth, and the intimacy of your exposed bodies make every touch feel electric.

his hands slide smoothly beneath your shirt, fingertips grazing up your ribcage until they slip under the band of your bra. the feeling of his palms finally on your bare breasts makes your breath hitch, his touch firm yet tender as he begins to knead them gently, thumbs brushing over your sensitive peaks. a soft moan escapes you as his touch deepens, making your body press even closer to him. without missing a beat, he tugs your shirt upward, and with practiced ease, pulls it over your head, throwing it aside.

you fingers fumble slightly at the clasp of your bra, but the anticipation and heat between you both quicken your movements. the moment the clasp gives, the straps slip from your shoulders, and your bra falls away, leaving your bare chest exposed right in front of his hungry gaze. his eyes darken as they linger on your exposed skin, and the warmth of his breath fans across your chest as he leans in closer.

you sit now in nothing but your panties, your skin flushed and hypersensitive, while he remains clad in his shirt and boxers. the imbalance makes the air between you heavier, more charged, as his hands roam slowly back to your hips, pulling you forward to close the gap again, his lips hovering just above your skin, eager yet teasing.

as he leans in, his lips finally close around one of your nipples, the sudden warmth and wetness making you arch into him instinctively. his tongue circles slowly, deliberately, sending ripples of pleasure through your body before he begins to suck, his lips creating just the right amount of pressure. a breathy moan escapes your lips, and without thinking, you gasp his name, the sound trembling with need.

the second he hears it, his grip on you tightens—fingers splaying wide across your back, holding you firmly, almost possessively, as if he’s trying to melt your body into his. his nails lightly dig into your skin, heightening the sensation as he pulls you as close as physically possible. your chests press flush together, heat radiating between you, every small movement making you feel the growing hardness beneath him and the thrum of your own racing heartbeat.

he shifts slightly, switching to your other nipple, this time sucking harder, more greedily, as if your moans have fueled his desire. every graze of his teeth and flick of his tongue makes your body tense and melt at once, your hands tangling in his hair as you cling to him, desperate to stay in the overwhelming wave of sensation.

your hands slide up his torso, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you tug insistently, silently urging him to shed the last barrier between his skin and yours. even with his mouth still latched onto your nipple, the motion makes him pause, releasing you with a wet pop and a low groan. his eyes flash with desire as he peels his shirt off in one swift motion, revealing the warmth of his bare chest. now, with only his boxers remaining, the sight of him so exposed makes your breath catch.

before you can even fully drink him in, he plants his hands firmly on your waist and pushes you backward with a playful but commanding force. your back hits the bed softly, the sheets cool against your flushed skin as you sink into them, your hair fanning out beneath you. he wastes no time, climbing over you, the heat of his body settling between your thighs as he cages you beneath him.

your breath hitches as his mouth works its way along your neck, the slow, deliberate suck of his lips making your skin feel like it’s burning. his teeth catch the sensitive spot just beneath your jaw, and you can’t help but let out a soft gasp, your mind racing as you arch into him.

his hands wander again, fingertips tracing the curve of your waist before sliding up to cup the side of your face, tilting your head just enough for him to whisper against your ear, voice low and rough. “i need you closer.” the desperation in his voice sends a thrill straight through you, your body reacting before your mind can catch up.

i’m already so close… but it’s like it’s still not enough, you think as you hook your fingers around the waistband of his boxers, feeling the heat of him through the thin fabric. your skin feels hypersensitive, every brush of his body against yours making your nerves light up.

he pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, lips swollen from kissing you. the tension in the room feels like it’s about to snap, both of you teetering on the edge of something deeper, heavier.

“i want to feel all of you,” you murmur, surprised at your own voice, low and breathless. the words hang between you like a spark, and you see his jaw tense as his restraint starts to fray.

his hand glides down your side, fingers tracing over the waistband of your panties, teasing but not yet slipping beneath them. you can feel the tension building in the air, thick and humming, as you both breathe heavily into each other’s mouths, your lips parting only to gasp softly when his hips roll against yours. the friction sends a shudder through your entire body, your breath catching in your throat before another moan tumbles free.

his breath is warm and ragged against your skin as he works lower, lips and tongue leaving a path of heat along your collarbone and down to your chest once more.

the sound of his own low groan vibrates against your skin, matching the rhythm of your quickened breaths and the subtle creak of the bed beneath you.

his hand grips your thigh, pulling it up to his waist, locking your bodies closer together, only a few thin layers of fabric left between you now. you can feel him throbbing through his boxers, pressing against where you’re already aching for more.

the soft sounds filling the room—your quickened breaths, the low rumble of his groans, the faint rustling of sheets beneath your writhing bodies—make everything feel more intoxicating, more real. the friction between you grows unbearable as his hips grind subtly against you, and you feel the pressure building, a pulse deep in your core begging for more.

when his hand finally slips beneath the thin band of your panties, your breath catches sharply, a gasp falling from your lips as his fingers glide over your folds with just enough pressure to make your head fall back against the pillow. his touch is slow at first, teasing, as though he’s savoring every sound you make—every soft moan and sharp inhale encouraging him to push further.

“you’re so warm,” he whispers, voice low and ragged, sending a fresh wave of heat washing over you. his lips return to your neck, sucking harder now, leaving a mark behind as his fingers continue their slow torment. the sensation has you clinging to him, nails dragging lightly along his back, pulling him impossibly closer as your hips rise to meet his finger movements.

hia fingers curl slightly as they slip inside you, immediately finding that perfect spot as he begins to pump in and out, slow at first but quickly building in pace. the sensation steals the air from your lungs, your head tipping back as a sharp moan escapes, echoing softly in the heated air around you.

every stroke of his long fingers sending waves of pleasure pulsing through your entire body. the wet sounds of his movements fill the space between you, mixing with the quiet, desperate noises you can’t help but make.

without breaking the rhythm, he hooks his thumbs under the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your thighs with a deliberate slowness, eyes locked onto yours as if savoring the way you squirm beneath him. once the fabric is tossed aside, his hand returns immediately, the lack of barriers making everything feel impossibly more intense.

his fingers slide in deeper now, the friction smoother, wetter, as he starts to thrust them faster, the heel of his palm pressing just right against your sensitive spot with each motion. “oh—fuc-k…” your breath hitches, then breaks into a shaky moan as your hips instinctively roll up to meet each thrust, chasing every wave of pleasure he gives you.

your body trembling slightly under his touch. his free hand grips your thigh tightly, holding you open for him as he watches you fall apart beneath him, his own breath coming out in ragged gasps.

“you’re soaking for me,” he murmurs darkly, voice thick with desire as he leans down to kiss you again, swallowing your next moan as he continues to work you with his fingers, each movement more deliberate and needy than the last.

your nails dig into his shoulders as your body reacts on instinct, lost in the storm of sensations. his name spills from your lips, breathless and pleading, as the pleasure coils tighter inside you with every stroke, every deep thrust of his fingers drawing you closer to the edge.

“shit… mmm, so close!” you gasp out, voice shaking as the pressure builds fast and hard, making your toes curl. he pulls back slightly just to watch your face, eyes locked onto yours as if your every reaction is fueling him.

the second your warning hits the air, his fingers speed up inside you, pumping with a deeper intensity while his thumb circles your clit in quick, deliberate strokes. the combined sensations make you cry out, your body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure ripple through you.

It’s too much…, you think, but you don’t want him to stop—not when you’re so close to unraveling completely.

when your release finally crashes over you, you moan his name loud and breathless, body trembling beneath his as the pleasure pulses out in waves. he slows his movements only slightly to draw out every last jolt of your climax, savoring the way your body clenches around his fingers.

his gaze darkens, pupils blown wide as he withdraws his fingers, wet with your release. without hesitation, he brings them to his lips, sucking them clean as if tasting something he’s craved for far too long. the sight alone makes heat surge through you all over again, leaving you breathless beneath him.

“you taste so good baby,” he growls softly, voice rough and strained. he wastes no time now, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and sliding them down. his arousal is hard and heavy against his stomach as he kicks the fabric aside.

with the tension thick and heavy between you, he shifts forward, one hand gripping your thigh as he guides himself to your entrance, the heat of him pressing right where you’re still sensitive and throbbing from your release.

you can feel how ready he is, the anticipation making your breath catch as you meet his gaze. his chest rises and falls rapidly as he steadies himself, eyes flicking between your parted lips and the way your body opens for him.

he presses forward slowly, inch by inch, until the heat of him is fully enveloped by you. the stretch has you both gasping softly, your breaths mingling as your bodies connect completely. the sensation is overwhelming—the slow slide, the way every inch of him presses intimately against your most sensitive places, filling you and making your heart race.

a low moan rumbles from his chest, his forehead pressing to yours as his hand cradles the side of your face. you can feel his heart pounding just as fast as yours, both of you caught in the raw intensity of the moment. the warmth shared between you radiates outward, making every inch of skin feel alive and electric.

he stills once he’s fully inside, chest rising and falling rapidly as he gives you time to adjust, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as his eyes search yours for permission to move. the tension in the air is heavy, thick with the silent understanding passing between you.

your lips part slightly, breath shaky but eager, and you nod at him, fingers curling around his shoulders as you whisper, “i’m ready.”

he responds with a soft kiss, tender and reverent, before pulling his hips back slowly and pushing forward again with care. the steady rhythm he sets is slow but purposeful, each movement making you feel every inch of him. his touch remains gentle yet firm as he holds you close, as if you’re the only thing anchoring him in the moment.

your bodies move together in sync, heat pooling low in your stomach again as the tension rebuilds with every soft thrust. the quiet sounds—his breathy groans, your whispered moans, the subtle creak of the bed—fill the room like a private symphony shared only between you two.

the slow rhythm of his movements fills the space between you with a deep, palpable heat. you can feel every shift, every press of his body against yours, as if the world around you has faded, leaving only the shared sensation of being completely entwined with him. the connection feels profound, raw, and tender—something deeper than just the physical.

the rhythm between you both begins to change, growing more urgent as his movements speed up. the air around you becomes thick with heat, your breaths now coming in shallow gasps, synchronized with the increasing pace of his thrusts. each one feels deeper, more intense, pulling both of you further into the shared experience, your bodies moving together in a fluid, rhythmic dance.

your hands clutch onto him, fingers digging into his skin as you feel every inch of him filling you, the sensation electric, leaving you breathless. the weight of his body, pressing down against yours, makes everything feel more intense—the heat between you both undeniable as your hearts beat faster in time with each movement.

his moans mix with yours, low and breathy, the sound of him desperate yet somehow full of tenderness. the tension builds again, a tight coil inside of you, making your skin tingle with every push and pull. you can feel the way his muscles flex under your touch, his body responding to yours with a need that mirrors your own.

your body trembling slightly with each movement, each moment heightening the feeling of being connected to him, both physically and emotionally.

his hands are everywhere, brushing over your skin, tracing the curve of your waist, the small of your back, before gripping your hips tightly, pulling you closer, urging you to meet him with every thrust. the way he holds you—like you’re fragile yet incredibly important—makes you feel cared for in ways you didn’t expect. it’s not just about the physical; it’s the way he’s holding you in this space, the way he’s keeping you safe even as everything intensifies.

your moans grow louder, quicker, matching the pace of the moment as everything within you tightens, the world around you fading until it’s just the two of you, breathing and moving together. you can feel him getting closer too, the tension radiating off him as his thrusts become more erratic, more desperate.

his voice cracks as he breathes out, “i-i’m close, baby.” the rawness in his words sends a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the urgency in his movements as he drives into you, his rhythm faltering slightly as the pressure builds. his hands grip your body tighter, pulling you closer, urging you to meet him with every motion.

you gasp, your chest rising and falling in rapid succession, as you respond with a breathless moan, “me… too.” the words escape you almost involuntarily, the pleasure overwhelming, your body starting to tighten around him. every thrust now feels like it’s pushing you both toward the edge, the sensation of him filling you completely leaving you breathless.

the tension between you grows, becoming almost unbearable as your breaths and moans become more frantic, blending together in a rhythm that’s all your own. the warmth between you two intensifies, the intimacy palpable as your bodies press together with each movement, each thrust deeper than the last. your hands find his back again, nails lightly digging into his skin, grounding yourself in the shared connection you’re both feeling so intensely.

his breathing is labored now, his pace unsteady as he tries to hold back, just as you’re trying to do the same. you’re both teetering on the edge, lost in the sensation of each other, feeling every movement, every whisper of breath against your skin, as the moment builds to its peak.

his face is inches from yours now, eyes full of intensity as he watches you with such raw emotion. the vulnerability in his gaze speaks volumes—he’s not just lost in the physical, but in you, in this moment of complete connection. his lips brush against yours again, this kiss soft and filled with the unspoken things neither of you need to say but both understand. it’s an intimacy deeper than anything physical, a promise without words.

“i can’t… hold on much longer…” he breathes against your lips, his voice trembling with the effort to maintain control, his movements now erratic and more desperate. you can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s trying to stay present, to savor every second with you as if this moment is the only one that matters.

“let go,” you whisper back, your voice just as strained but filled with trust. you know that it’s not just the physical release you both need, but this shared moment, this deep connection that’s built over time, with each look, each kiss, each touch.

and then, it happens. the tension breaks, the air is filled with a shared gasp, your bodies moving together in perfect unison, your hearts pounding as one. the release is intense, the sensation of him inside you sending waves of warmth crashing over you, leaving you both breathless and spent.

as the moment passes, you both stay there, tangled in each other’s arms, breathing heavily, feeling the beat of each other’s hearts slowly returning to a calmer pace. the intimacy of the moment is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

you rest your head against his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat as his hand gently strokes your hair, a quiet intimacy settling between you.

“i don’t want to move,” he murmurs softly, his voice full of quiet affection. “this feels… perfect.”

(not proofread)!!

whew!, finally done. first bepsy smut oh my he’s so cute lol.

okay! i think ron smut, jason fluff & adapt fluff is requested??? ill have to check. hope u guys liked this one!!

-molly :P

[qnewsau]

Tom Daley to host very on-brand knitting reality TV show

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Tom Daley to host very on-brand knitting reality TV show

Tom Daley has announced a big career move after retiring from diving, and it’s very on-brand.

The out British athlete is set to host the UK’s first-ever knitting competition show, tentatively titled Game of Wool.

Tom is a knitting enthusiast and at the last few Olympic Games has made headlines for getting out his needles and wool in the stands at the Olympic venues.

Game of Wool is Tom Daley’s first major presenting role. On the show, which is casting now over in the UK, Tom will oversee 10 ambitious knitters taking on a series of complex challenges as they compete to become the UK’s first TV knitting champion.

In rural Scotland, the knitters will tackle two challenges – a group knit where they’ll be working together in teams on an extremely complex project, as well as an individual knit where they’ll take on individual briefs to test their capabilities and skill level.

Each week, the competitors will create unique knits and larger-than-life sculptural pieces out of wool. These include clothing, jewellery, home accessories, furniture, sculptures and ‘yarn bombing’ – – woollen street art covering public objects.

“I’m very excited, and slightly nervous, to be taking on my first ever hosting role on a project that encompasses everything I’m passionate about,” Tom said.

“I adore all things knitting and encourage everyone to pick up some knitting needles and give it a go.

“I cannot wait to see the creations our knitters will weave together and hope this inspires people at home.”

Tom Daley officially retires from diving

Tom Daley confirmed his retirement from diving earlier this year after the Paris Olympics.

He and British diving partner Noah Williams won Olympic silver in Paris in the men’s synchronised dive.

Tom’s first silver medal was his fifth, completing his set alongside his three bronze and the gold medal he picked up in Tokyo.

After winning gold, Tom took a long break from the sport. But the British star said he returned for one reason – to impress his six-year-old son Robbie.

“Robbie was like, ‘Papa, I want to see you dive in the Olympics’. And that was that,” Tom told BBC Sport last week.

“When your kid asks you to do something, you do it.”

But now he’s done.

“It was emotional at the end, up there on the platform, knowing it was my last competitive dive,” he told Vogue.

“But I have to make the decision at some point, and it feels like the right time. It’s the right time to call it a day.”

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Sir James Walker

Director of his family firm Walker’s Shortbread who turned a simple product into an international brand

Jim Walker, who has died at the age of 80, was one of the UK’s master exporters, turning a simple product into an international brand. The ubiquity of Walker’s Shortbread in the world’s airports and delis has made it a leading brand of the food and drink industry and an exemplar as to how a family business can expand and still retain its independence.

Sir Walker himself was an understated and charming man who led the firm’s growth from its place of origin – the village of Aberlour, Moray, with a population of barely 1,000, tucked away on Speyside in the north-east of Scotland. Between its sites in Aberlour and Elgin, 12 miles away, it grew under his leadership to employ 1,500 people, with a turnover in 2023 of £184m.

In 1898, Sir Walker’s grandfather, Joseph, an Aberdeenshire farmer, moved to Aberlour, took over the village bakery and developed the original shortbread recipe from which the company has never deviated. Jim and his siblings grew up above the shop in the village’s main street.

To this day, every new Walker’s product is market-tested through the original shop before being offered to consumers worldwide.

In the 1960s, the Walker’s business began to spread its wings, having acquired the reputation of making the finest shortbread in Scotland. Jim’s elder brother Joe became the master baker, and their sister, Marjorie, looked after the commercial side as company secretary, while Jim worked to push the brand into large-scale outlets at home and abroad, now selling in more than 100 countries.

When Walker’s became a limited company in 1980, the siblings were the three founding directors. Joe died in 2021 and Marjorie in 2023. For many years, Jim and Joe were the joint managing directors, with the younger brother’s focus firmly on brand promotion and market expansion. While the range of products expanded, shortbread continued to be the staple with which the Walker’s brand was most strongly identified.

Sir Walker said a few years ago: “It’s down to integrity and doing a simple thing well.” Shortbread, he pointed out, contains only four ingredients – flour, butter, salt and sugar.

Perfection lay in maintaining the product’s consistency on an industrial scale, as the business expanded and large bakeries were built in Aberlour and Elgin.

Proud of his brand’s distinctive tartan packaging, Sir Walker also warned: “You can’t slap a bit of tartan on it and expect it to sell, as some people think. It’s the quality of what’s inside that matters.” While big companies produce shortbread as part of huge product ranges, he insisted: “We think about shortbread seven days a week.” Innumerable approaches from the industry’s giants were quietly rebuffed and Walker’s remain the UK’s biggest independent biscuit maker.

The key to their exporting success, he believed, lay in finding a good distributor, usually on an exclusive basis, in each territory. He relied heavily on trust-based personal relationships that often lasted for decades. Until recently, when he stepped back from the front line to take on an ambassadorial and advisory role, he travelled extensively to trade shows and had “not missed a day” at the big ISM sweets and confectionery trade fair in Cologne since 1978.

Educated at Aberlour primary school and Robert Gordon’s college in Aberdeen, he joined his parents, Williamina and James, in the business straight from school, when it had a workforce of 16 and turnover of £40,000. In 1962, he became an executive director and never worked for anyone other than the family business. In 2004, Aberlour House, formerly a prep school for Gordonstoun, was taken over and renovated to become Sir Walker’s office and host international customers in suitably A-listed headquarters.

Sir Walker was hugely respected in his home region of Speyside, not only as an inter-generational employer on a vast scale for a rural community, but also as an ambassador for its wider reputation as an centre of quality Scottish products – food, whisky and textiles.

He served as deputy lord lieutenant of Banffshire (1998-2019) and in 1999 was appointed CBE.

Respected by successive governments as a champion of export promotion and willing adviser to other businesses going down the same route, he was knighted in Queen Elizabeth II’s last birthday honours list, in 2022.

Walker’s had been granted royal warrants for the supply of oatcakes to the Queen in 2001 and shortbread in 2017.

The business has now passed into the hands of the fourth Walker generation with Nicky, son of Joe and nephew of Jim, as managing director, and other family members on the board.

In 1979 Sir Walker married Jennifer Poushinsky. She survives him, along with four children, Jacqui, Jamie, Bryony, and Alastair, and six grandchildren.

🔔 James Nicol Walker, food manufacturer and exporter, born June 13 1944; died 15 December 2024

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[cherryrohan]

i love the head canons you came up with!! what about season 2?

aw i’m glad you liked them! there’s a bunch to go through w season 2 so bare with me lmaooo

bobby — still the most followed male islander from the show. i could see him being similar to dr alex from the real show where he still does his full-time job as a hospital caterer, but does influencing on the side.

gary — started his own mental health organization. got his own show with his nan which was a huge hit.

hannah — writes children’s books these days

hope — decided to step out of the limelight for a bit to protect her mental health, but eventually took up influencing full-time.

ibrahim — opened his own chain of bars across the uk. has also released a few cocktail books.

lottie — popular on youtube/tik tok. does makeup reviews and tutorials.

marisol — does a lot of campaigning for different causes

noah — is keeping it lowkey somewhere as fame isn’t for him

priya — BOOKED AND BUSY!! also hosts after sun

rocco — similar to lucy’s fate. documents his travels on tik tok and does food reviews

henrik — still doing his job from before the show. also brought out his own hair care company for men.

lucas and carl — both do modelling full-time

chelsea — still does interior decorating, but is the host of her own house flip type show.

jakub — professional bodybuilder. competed on a season of survivor and won.

arjun and elijah — moved in together and recently got married. they’re proud parents to three rescue dogs.

blake — has appeared on every reality show under the sun (think chloe veitch)

felix — joined the cast of ibiza weekender

graham and jo — got together after the show and run their own tattoo studio.

kassam — started his own label and has a residency in ibiza

shannon — still a pro poker player but also runs a self love blog

elisa — still does influencing full-time. made an appearance on big brother.

[verisimmy]

Welcome to the Big Mummy Challenge!

(logo not final, it's just for this post xD)

It's time to reveal what new Sims 3 series I'm planning, which I hope you will participate in!

Since I was a child I always liked reality shows, especially Big Brother (the UK edition to be exact) and I liked the idea of the SimBrother challenge. I created my own take on this challenge, which I already did on Discord channels but now it's time to try my luck on Tumblr (and maybe Twitter 😉).

Welcome to the Big Mummy challenge which is basically a SimBrother challenge... but with mummies!

Eight contestants enter the Big Mummy House, where luxuries, magic, and secrets await those who enter. These housemates will have to live together, complete tasks and challenges, forge alliances, maybe cause some drama, while the weakest will face eviction from the hands of our lovely mummies - the servants of Big Mummy.

Who will be the last Sim standing and win the big prize?

Every Big Mummy has a theme, and this season's theme is... will be a surprise 🫢, the screenshots from my previous post might give you a little clue 😉

The casting is now OPEN and your Sim can become one of the contestants!

You can submit your Sims either by creating a post and using #BigMummyCasting on Tumblr or Twitter; or by sending me a DM with all the necessary info and pictures.

At the end of the casting, 8 Sims will be chosen and I will ask their creators for the files (either in .Sims3pack or .package format)

You can send your submissions until February 11th, 2024

Only one submission per player

Submit a human Sim within Young Adult - Elder life stage (no Occults this time, sorry 😔)

Do not use any CC, but you can use all EPs, SPs, and Store items

The only defaults I use in-game are Ultra-Plain Eyes and Faces by tamo, which can be seen on the hosts above

You can set multiple outfits for your Sims but it's not needed, I will dress them up for the tasks

Include a brief introduction of the contestant:

- Name: (e.g Bella Goth) - Life stage: (YA - E) - City: (from existing cities in The Sims franchise) - Traits: (at least 5) - Introduction: (a little backstory of the Sim, why they decided the enter the contest) - Skills: (1-2 in-game skills they are really good at)

Please, include also a photo of the Sim from CAS and some screenshots in-game that show the contestant's personality - you choose 😃

If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask :)

Good luck with your entries, and remember - Big Mummy is always watching 👁️‍🗨️!

[randomvarious]

Today's mix:

Nite:Life 04 by Terry Farley 2001 House / Deep House / Tribal House

Well, this probably isn't the greatest commercial mix that legendary house producer-remixer-and-DJ-extraordinaire Terry Farley ever made, but it's still a decent one. Farley was an integral cog in developing Britain's acid house scene into a total fervor during the mid-to-late 80s. He co-launched a fanzine called Boy's Own with the late, great Andrew Weatherall and others, co-hosted and DJ'd at events by that same name, and also co-founded the Boy's Own record label too. And then in 1992, he co-founded the Junior Boy's Own label as well, which ended up with both Underworld and the Chemical Brothers on its roster. And then when you think about how important *those* groups are in particular to the growth and popularity of electronic music writ large, and know that they wouldn't have sprouted up if not for acid house catching fire in the UK in the first place, you realize just how indispensable someone like Terry Farley is when it comes to literally all of this.

But ultimately, I think the thing that mars this mix more than anything else is that Terry really seemed to be partial at the time to these super deep and moody tunes that featured hushed-tone spoken-word monologues from rugged-voiced dudes and I just think a lot of that stuff, especially in retrospect, is pretty damn corny. All you have to do is press play on this mix to get an immediate taste of what I'm talking about here. And then that same voice returns on the "Tom Middleton Cosmos Vocal" mix of The Path's "Praying" too, with sets of lines like the following:

I'm prayin' I'm prayin' for the black I'm prayin' I'm prayin' for the white I'm prayin' I'm prayin' for the straight I'm prayin' I'm prayin' for the gay I'm prayin' I'm prayin' for everybody I'm prayin' I'm prayin' for all the freaks, in the big, dark rooms I'm prayin' I'm prayin' for the children of house

Now, had these super generic lyrics been sung in some sort of way, rather than just delivered in a deep monotone, we may have been able to just overlook their Derek Zoolanderish simplicity and keyed in on the melody instead. But we can't, and as a result, this song and others like it just feel very lame almost a quarter-century later 😒.

But despite all of that, Farley still brought some pretty sweet bangers to this set. "Musica De La Celva," by Hipp-E & Tony (Hipp-E is from the duo of H-Foundation, who mixed the prior installment in this Nite:Life series that I posted about yesterday), has this beeping stab in it that you may not realize is actually a sax at first, until that little note proceeds to expand further into phrases, and then has another bit of sax introduced afterwards to complement it all too. Quite nifty track construction there 👍.

And then for the closer, we get some of that good ol' 90s garage house-disco flavor from longtime diva Linda Clifford, with the Ralphi Rosario mix of her "Changin," which I'm sure particularly lit up a whole bunch of gay dancefloors when it was out and thriving all the way back in 2000. Feels like a really lovely, blissful dance anthem, but it's very different from the much darker mood that coats the entirety of the rest of this mix 🤷‍♂️.

So, given his legacy, I think I was expecting a bit more from Terry Farley here, but even the best don't always end up delivering all the goods that you necessarily seek (see: Paul Oakenfold). Still, though, this thing is definitely solid regardless.

Listen to the full mix here.

And for more on Boy's Own and Junior Boy's Own, check out this dope retrospective that looks back on some of their output from 1988 to 1998, as well as a few tracks that inspired Terry Farley and his pals to start all their ventures in the first place.

Highlights:

Bernard Leon Howard III feat. 80 - "Mars Carter" Hipp-E & Tony - "Musica De La Celva" Datar - "B (Danny's Space Terrace Mix)" Linda Clifford - "Changin (Ralphie Rosario Mix)"

[ur-mag]

Big Brother hosts AJ Odudu and Will Best issue urgent plea to fans ahead of launch | In Trend Today

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Big Brother releases first look image ahead of new series hosted by AJ Odudu and Will Best | In Trend Today

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[bigbrotherunited]

ITV RELEASES FIRST CELEBRITY BIG BROTHER TEASER AS BRAND SURPASSES 100 MILLION STREAMS ON ITVX

The countdown has begun. Celebrity Big Brother, hosted by AJ Odudu and Will Best, returns this spring on ITV1, ITVX, STV and STV Player.

During the finale of Love Island: All Stars, viewers saw the first teaser ahead of the long-awaited brand-new series of the iconic Celebrity Big Brother (produced by Initial, part of Banijay UK).

Last year, Celebrity Big Brother made its return to UK television with an explosive series that dominated conversations across social media.

Now, a new batch of VIPs are preparing to embark on the original social experiment, taking up residence in the Big Brother house, which has moved to a brand-new secret location for the forthcoming installment.

Set to be another unmissable series, viewers can expect tense tasks, nail-biting nominations and gripping gossip as an array of famous faces spill the tea on their life in the spotlight.

Big Brother and Celebrity Big Brother alongside the iconic Live Stream and Late & Live companion show, has now been streamed more than a 100 million times on ITVX.

Celebrity Big Brother will once again be followed each night by Celebrity Big Brother: Late & Live - giving viewers an additional hour of exclusive content. Airing on ITV2 and ITVX.

Celebrity Big Brother: Late & Live will once again be the only place to watch the celebrity evictees first live interview alongside an array of unmissable exclusive features including access to the camera runs, special guest commentary and fiery debate.

[cynsualc829]

Happy Friday! Enjoy the rebroadcast of the Cool Jazz Café show with host Dave Oz. Quench your musical thirst for 2 hours of cool smooth jazz with a touch of classic R&B musical delights beginning at 3PM EST and 9PM UK time.

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The Cool Playlist 😎

Hour I

In Your Arms (ft. B. Thompson) / Bryard Huggins, You Complete Me / MELVIN RILEY, The Way You Sway / Blake Aaron, Metamorphosis (ft. @Phil Davis) / James 'PJ' Spraggins, Flyin' High / Yulara, Since I Lost My Baby / The Temptations, Dance (ft. Justin T Young & Honoré) / Sy Baldwin, Brother To Brother / Greg Manning, Rather Be / Kat Hawley, Secrets / Nick Stefanacci Music, Coastal Waters / Michael St. Clair, The Big Parlay / Fahrenheit 702, Where Did My Heart Go? / James Ingram, Phantom Sense / Rei Narita

Hour II

City Night / Charles A. Kelly, Your Tender Kiss (ft Marquel Jordan) / Geneva Renee, Reflection / Lowell Hopper, Party Time (ft. Ragan Whiteside) / Mark Adams, Getaway / Spyro Gyra, Tasting Sunshine (ft. Gerald Albright & Mark Kibble), Kimberly Brewer/ Kimberlily, Runnin' Hot / Elan Trotman, People Gotta Move / Keith Eatmon, Urban Renaissance / Cord Martin, 7th & Main / Jason Tripp, UPGRADE / Jazmin Ghent, Hot Fun In The Summertime / Sly & The Family Stone, Ready To Move (ft. Arno Haas) / Michael Amandus Quast), Razzle Dazzle / Terry Disley