#FIFA 18 Tips

[iamquiantrelle]

GOLDEN BOY (chapter 5) ────── iamquaintrelle

⌗ pairing : trent alexander arnold x black oc

⌗ summary : trent is having a quarter life crisis but will a smart-mouthed girl whip him into shape?

⌗ warnings : 18+ only!! (☁️☔️💕)

⌗taglist: @trentswrld, @trentpov @judesvirtual @sailurmewn @football-and-fanfics @eriks-girl @preetykookie @4ngryssgf @endlessmuse @noturbabe22, @sucredreamer@bbgkoo @hollablkgrl @notzara @chrisoppar @letmeapologise @amrx1

The photoshoot had blown up. Tyler kept sending him screenshots of brand offers - Alexander Wang wanting him for their new campaign, Versace sliding into his DMs. Mental how a few artistic shots could change everything.

"Your socials are going crazy," Tyler had said during their morning call. "This is exactly what we needed - showing a different side of you. Even GQ's interested now."

If only he knew just how different Trent had become lately.

Training for PSV was intense, made more challenging by April's "homework" and his solution to it. The cock ring he'd ordered after some very awkward late-night Googling was helping with the edging practice, but fuck did it hurt. Never thought he'd be sitting there comparing silicon versus metal on some dodgy website at three in the morning, but here he was. The things arrived in discrete packaging at least - last thing he needed was some delivery driver recognizing him while handing over sex toys.

The research had been embarrassing too. His browser history looked like some kind of sexual education course now - "how to edge properly," "beginner's guide to submission," "cock ring safety tips." Christ.

Now he was sprawled on his sofa, trying to focus on FIFA while Marcel absolutely rinsed him 4-0. His brother had that look that meant questions were coming - the same one he'd had when Trent started dating Sophie.

"So," Marcel started, not taking his eyes off the screen as he scored a fifth goal, "there's these pictures going round Twitter..."

"What pictures?"

"You and some girl outside Anfield. Looking proper cozy."

Trent's thumb slipped on the controller, letting Marcel through on goal again. Course someone had snapped photos of him and April that day with the Ferrari.

"Just work stuff," he said, remembering the contract's media clause. Even if he could tell family, he wasn't ready for all that yet. Especially not after what happened with Sophie and all those pap shots.

"Work stuff that leaves hickeys?"

"Shut up."

"I'm just saying–"

The doorbell interrupted whatever Marcel was about to say. Thank fuck.

Tyler and Liv were at the door, little Aura half-asleep in her car seat. She looked angelic when she wasn't screaming the house down.

"She's just had her bottle," Liv said, handing over Aura's bag stuffed with enough supplies for a week, not just one night. "Should sleep through, but you know where we are if–"

"I've got her," Trent assured them. "Go enjoy your date."

Once they'd left, Marcel was right back at it like a dog with a bone. "So this mystery woman..."

"Leave it."

"The blogs are saying–"

"The blogs chat shit and you know it."

His phone buzzed.

April: How's the homework going?

April: That ring helping?

April: Remember - ten minutes minimum.

April: Don't think I won't know if you cheat.

His face must've given something away because Marcel was properly staring now, game forgotten.

"That her?"

"None of your business."

"It is! The team's group chat's going mental about more marks–"

"I will actually kill Ibou."

"So there are more marks!"

Little Aura chose that moment to wake up grumpy, saving Trent from more interrogation. As he picked her up, bouncing her gently the way Liv had shown him, his phone lit up again.

April: Missing those sounds you made the other night...

April: Maybe if you're good with your homework...

April: We can make them again soon.

April: But only if you prove you can control yourself.

Christ. Even her texts had him twisted up.

"Your face has gone all weird," Marcel observed, pausing the game. "You actually like this one, don't you?"

More than liked her. But that wasn't something he could explain - not the contract, not the commands, definitely not the cock ring currently making playing FIFA extremely uncomfortable. How do you tell your little brother that some photographer has you wrapped around her finger, literally and figuratively?

"Just... leave it yeah?" He adjusted Aura on his hip as she started fussing. "Some things are better kept private."

"Since when do you keep anything private?"

Since a photographer with a devil's smile had him signing contracts and buying sex toys off the internet. Since he'd discovered that giving up control felt better than having it. Since marks and commands and praise had become more addictive than scoring goals.

"People change."

Marcel snorted. "Yeah but you've gone proper soft mate. All these secret smiles at your phone, covering up marks–"

"You want to play or not?"

But his brother had that look again - the same one he'd had when Sophie started showing up in the tabloids. "Just... be careful yeah? These industry birds–"

"She's different." The words came out sharper than intended, making Aura jump slightly.

"That's what you said about Sophie."

"This isn't like that."

No, this was something else entirely. Something that made him feel more himself than he had in years.

His phone buzzed again.

April: Time yourself tonight.

April: Want a full report tomorrow.

April: Don't disappoint me.

April: Good boys get rewarded.

April: Bad boys get punished.

Yeah, definitely not like Sophie at all.

The cock ring was already a problem, and April’s texts weren’t helping. Trent could feel Marcel’s eyes burning into him as he set Aura down in her little travel cot, her fussing turning into soft coos.

"You’re proper twitchy," Marcel said, leaning back into the sofa like he had all the time in the world. "Is she high-maintenance or what?"

Trent ignored him, grabbing Aura’s blanket and tucking it around her. She grabbed his finger in her tiny hand, and for a moment, he let himself focus on her instead of the chaos in his head.

"She’s not high-maintenance," he muttered eventually, not looking at his brother. "She’s just… different."

Marcel snorted. "Different how? She got you on a leash or something?"

The irony nearly made him choke. "Shut up, man."

"Come on, spill! Is she like, boujee influencer vibes? Or is it one of those boss-lady types?"

Trent turned to glare at him. "You done?"

Marcel grinned. "Not even close. But seriously, I’m curious. What kind of girl has you all… like this?"

Before Trent could reply, his phone buzzed again. Marcel lunged for it, but Trent was faster, snatching it off the table and holding it out of reach.

"Oh, this is rich," Marcel laughed, pointing at him. "You’re hiding her! That’s how I know it’s serious."

"Just play FIFA," Trent said, dropping back onto the sofa and pretending to focus on the screen. His phone buzzed once more, and he cursed himself for forgetting to turn off notifications.

April: Got a new idea for us.

April: Think you can handle being tied up?

He swallowed hard, his fingers twitching on the controller. Marcel side-eyed him, clearly picking up on his mood.

"Mate, you’re terrible at hiding shit. You might as well just tell me."

"Nope."

"Is she fit, though?"

Trent shot him a warning look. "Drop it."

"Alright, alright," Marcel said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. But he wasn’t done. "So, is she coming to the next family thing, or you keeping her secret forever?"

Trent tensed, the idea of April meeting his family sending a jolt through him. She wasn’t exactly the bring-home-to-mum type — not because she wasn’t amazing, but because explaining everything was impossible. He could already picture his mum’s face if she found out about the contract, the "homework," the whole bloody situation.

"She’s not meeting anyone," Trent said firmly.

Marcel frowned. "Why not?"

"Because… it’s complicated."

His brother narrowed his eyes, like he was piecing together a puzzle. "Complicated how? Is she married or something?"

"No!"

"Then what?"

Trent opened his mouth, then shut it again. He wasn’t about to admit that April was the one with the leash — metaphorically, at least — and that he was loving every second of it. He wasn’t going to explain how she made him feel more alive, more challenged, more seen than anyone ever had. And he definitely wasn’t going to mention the cock ring.

"She’s just… not ready for all that," he said instead, knowing it was only half true. "And neither am I." Not yet at least.

Marcel shrugged, turning his attention back to the game. "Fair enough. But you better figure it out soon, yeah? People are gonna start asking questions."

Trent didn’t reply.

He clenched his jaw, heat crawling up his neck as Marcel scored another goal. "6-0," Marcel said, smirking. "You’re off your game, mate."

"You’ve no idea," Trent muttered under his breath, already dreading the long night ahead.

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The rest of the evening was surprisingly peaceful. Marcel managed to rein in his questions, focusing instead on keeping Aura entertained while Trent reheated the leftovers Liv had packed for them. The little one was an angel tonight, giggling at everything Marcel did, whether it was pulling faces or mimicking silly voices.

"Don’t get too attached," Trent joked, leaning against the counter as he watched Marcel balance Aura on his knee like she was riding a horse. "Might have to start calling you Uncle Nanny."

Marcel smirked. "At least I’m good at it. You, though? Changing nappies and sleepless nights? Couldn’t see you handling it."

"I’ve managed fine before, haven’t I?"

"Yeah, ‘cause you only get her for one night. Do this every day and we’ll see how cocky you are."

Aura clapped her hands, oblivious to the banter flying over her head. Her laugh was loud and full of joy, and it was impossible not to smile at the sound. For all the chaos in his life lately, moments like this grounded him.

They ate dinner together at the dining table, taking turns keeping Aura occupied while scarfing down lasagna and garlic bread. She babbled happily in her high chair, tiny fists banging the tray like she had something important to say. When Trent handed her a piece of soft bread, she examined it carefully before shoving it in her mouth with both hands.

"She’s better company than you," Marcel said, watching her with a grin.

"Yeah, she doesn’t talk as much," Trent shot back, earning a laugh.

By the time Aura started rubbing her eyes, her little face sleepy and content, Marcel offered to take her to his room. "I’ll keep an eye on her," he said, gathering up her blanket and bottle. "You can have some peace and quiet."

Trent didn’t argue. "Appreciate it."

Once they were gone, the house felt unnaturally quiet. He cleaned up the dishes, wiped down the counters, and wandered around aimlessly for a bit, trying to shake the restlessness creeping in. His phone sat on the coffee table, and he resisted the urge to check it again. He already knew what April’s texts would say: reminders, commands, a challenge wrapped in that teasing tone of hers that drove him mad.

Eventually, he gave in and went to his room, locking the door behind him. The cock ring, snug and unrelenting, had been on him since morning — a challenge April had casually suggested, as if wearing it all day wouldn’t drive him mad.

"Ten minutes minimum," he muttered, recalling her words. Christ.

He sat on the edge of the bed, the cool air of the room brushing against his skin as he pulled off his clothes and settled against the pillows. His fingers hovered over his phone, hesitating before he set a timer. Ten minutes felt like an eternity when she wasn’t there to guide him, her voice in his ear, her hands on him, pushing him to the edge but never letting him fall.

His breathing slowed as he got started, wrapping a hand around his dick, his body reacting instantly to the sensation. He focused on the timer, his fingers gripping his length tightly as he continued to stroke himself, the seconds ticking by. It was harder than he thought it’d be — staying in control, holding back, fighting the urge to let go too soon.

April’s texts replayed in his head, her voice a phantom in the room. Good boys get rewarded. Bad boys get punished. He wanted the reward, craved it, but the thought of disappointing her was unbearable.

By the time the timer buzzed, his body was trembling, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he exhaled a shaky breath. He grabbed his phone, typing out a quick message:

Trent: Ten minutes. Nearly killed me.

Trent: You happy now?

April: Always.

April: But don’t think you’re done yet.

April: Double it next time.

Double it? Was she trying to kill him?

He groaned, letting the phone drop onto the bed beside him. She was relentless, and he hated how much he loved it. As he lay there, his heart still pounding, the thought of another day like this made him want to cry, but Trent couldn’t help the way his body responded to her praise. He’d do it again — hell, he’d do anything if it meant hearing her call him that again.

The PSV match was all anyone at Liverpool was talking about as the team stepped off the bus in Eindhoven. Trent adjusted the strap of his bag over his shoulder, glancing around the grounds as staff ushered them toward the locker rooms. The air was crisp, and the Dutch crowd was already buzzing outside, chanting in bursts that carried faintly through the concrete tunnels.

He was supposed to be focused — mentally locked in for a crucial away game in the Champion’s League — but his head was a mess. The last two days had been intense, and not just because of the extra drills the gaffer had thrown in during practice. Between training sessions, recovery, and keeping up with April’s homework, his body was on edge in every possible way.

Twenty-five minutes. That’s where he was now.

The first time he hit ten minutes, it felt like climbing Everest. Fifteen had been worse. But twenty-five minutes of sustained edging? That had him feeling like he’d unlocked some new level of torture. He’d barely gotten through it without cramping up, his body desperate for relief. And her texts? They weren’t helping.

April: Twenty-five minutes? Impressive. I’m proud of you.

April: But let’s not get too comfortable — aim for thirty next time.

April: Just imagine what you’ll earn if you keep this up.

The way her praise made his chest tighten was infuriating. She knew exactly how to twist him up with a few carefully chosen words, and she didn’t hold back.

By the time he’d packed his bag for Eindhoven, he couldn’t take it anymore. They’d been apart for too long, and waiting until he got back to Liverpool felt impossible.

He’d messaged her while they were on the plane, testing the waters.

Trent: Come to the match? I’ll sort everything. Flights, hotel, all of it.

Her reply came fast, sharp, and, of course, wrapped in her usual teasing.

April: Are you sure you want to waste one of your 10 match privileges?

That had stopped him in his tracks. She was right; their agreement allowed him only ten match appearances as part of the "girlfriend experience." He hated how much that phrase made his stomach flip. And wasting one on a group-stage game when they weren’t even guaranteed to win? She knew how to make him question himself.

He’d tried a different angle.

Trent: Fair enough. What about a weekend in Eindhoven then? Just us.

Trent: I’ll pay for your hotel. Doesn’t have to be fancy.

Her response took longer this time, but when it came, it was classic April.

April: I’ll get back to you on that.

The uncertainty left him restless. Even as he warmed up on the pristine PSV pitch, his head wasn’t entirely in the game. Every now and then, he’d glance at the stands, wondering what it would be like to see her sitting there, watching him like he mattered to her beyond their arrangement.

It was wild how much space she’d taken up in his brain lately. A month ago, he’d have laughed at the thought of anyone having this kind of hold on him. Now? Every pass, every sprint, every tackle felt like he was chasing her approval more than the win.

"You good?" Virgil asked, clapping him on the shoulder as they lined up for drills.

"Yeah," Trent muttered, shaking his head like he could clear her out of it. "Just ready to get this done."

Virgil gave him a knowing look but didn’t press.

As the rest of the squad settled into their routine, Trent’s phone vibrated on the bench where he’d stashed his bag. His heart leapt, and he ignored the impulse to check it right away. He forced himself through another round of sprints, telling himself it was probably just Tyler sending updates on the socials.

When he finally grabbed his phone during a water break, her name on the screen had him swallowing hard.

April: Eindhoven, huh? I could be convinced.

April: But if I come, you better make it worth my while.

He exhaled a laugh, biting down on his lip to hide the grin spreading across his face. Of course she’d make it sound like a challenge. And, of course, it was one he’d rise to.

Trent: I’ll handle everything. Just tell me when you’re landing.

April: You’re confident.

Trent: I have to be. You don’t make it easy.

April: Good. I like you better this way.

The whistle blew, signaling the start of tactical drills, and he pocketed his phone, heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with football. If she really came to Eindhoven, the weekend would be… different. Distracting. Dangerous, even.

But he couldn’t wait.

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The lobby of the hotel was quiet, save for the hum of soft jazz playing through hidden speakers and the occasional murmur of voices from other guests. Trent adjusted the strap of his duffle bag, keeping his hood low as he approached the front desk. His heart was racing — not from nerves, but from the anticipation that had been building since the final whistle blew at the PSV match.

April had been relentless since the game ended.

The first text had come as he was stepping off the pitch, a simple "Congrats, T 🖤" that had his chest swelling with pride. Then the photos started.

The first was tame — her reflection in a mirror, wearing a skintight leather skirt and a cropped top that showed off her toned stomach. His throat went dry just looking at it.

The next one? Not tame at all.

April had sent a shot of herself in a leather harness, her lips parted slightly around a ball gag. The caption read, Missing your sounds, but may have to try this tonight.

He’d nearly dropped his phone when he saw it. She was trying to kill him, plain and simple.

Now, standing at the front desk, he cleared his throat and whispered his name to the concierge, his voice low enough to keep from drawing any attention. The man behind the counter, professional and unfazed, simply nodded and tapped away at his computer.

"Your passport, please," the concierge said.

Trent slid it across the counter, followed by his credit card. He kept his head down, glancing around to make sure no one recognized him. It was one thing for the concierge to know who he was, but the last thing he needed was someone snapping a photo and posting it online.

"Here you are, Mr. Alexander-Arnold," the concierge said, sliding a keycard across the counter with a polite smile. "Enjoy your stay."

"Thanks, mate," Trent mumbled, grabbing the card and his documents before heading toward the lift.

As he stepped inside and hit the button for their floor, he couldn’t stop his leg from bouncing. The adrenaline from the game, the rush of victory, and the simmering anticipation of what was waiting for him upstairs were all hitting him at once. He let out a slow breath, trying to center himself.

The elevator dinged, and he stepped out, walking quickly down the carpeted hallway. The door to their room was at the end, and he could already feel his pulse quickening.

Keycard in hand, he slid it into the reader, the light turning green with a soft beep. He pushed the door open, stepping inside.

The room was dimly lit, a few candles scattered around the space casting a warm glow. The smell of vanilla hung in the air, and the sound of soft music played from a speaker in the corner.

And there she was.

April was lounging on the bed, propped up on one elbow with her legs crossed casually. She wasn’t in the leather harness from her earlier photos, but her outfit was no less deadly. A black satin robe hung loosely off her shoulders, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of the lace bodysuit underneath.

"You took your time," she teased, her voice smooth as silk.

"Traffic," Trent replied, setting his bag down by the door and shrugging off his jacket.

"Liar," she said, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "I was watching the match. You came straight here."

He couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. "Can you blame me?"

April stood, the robe slipping off her shoulders completely now. She crossed the room slowly, her heels clicking against the wooden floor.

"Not at all," she said, stopping in front of him. She reached out, tugging gently on the drawstring of his hoodie. "You’ve been a good boy these past few days."

Trent swallowed hard, her proximity and the way her eyes raked over him making his head spin. "Tried my best," he murmured.

Her lips curved into a sly smile. "Let’s see if it paid off."

And just like that, any thought of the match, the team, or anything outside of this room faded away. He was hers for the next two days, and he had no intention of holding anything back.

His heartbeat raced as her sharp eyes swept over him, her lips curving into a knowing smile.

"Take off your clothes," she said, her voice low but firm.

He nodded, hands moving to tug off his hoodie first, followed by his T-shirt, leaving his chest bare. He hesitated briefly before unbuttoning his track pants and letting them fall, kicking them aside. Now standing in just his briefs, he paused, his hands twitching at his sides as he awaited further instruction.

"And kneel," she added, tilting her head as she stepped back slightly, giving him room.

Trent sank to his knees, keeping his head bowed, a surge of anticipation coursing through him. He heard the soft rustle of fabric as she moved across the room, the distinct sound of a zipper, and when she returned, his gaze darted up briefly before lowering again. She was holding a small leather crop, tapping it lightly against her palm as she regarded him.

"I’ll start off easy," she said, her tone almost playful as she toyed with the handle.

"No easy," Trent murmured, his voice strained but steady.

Her brow arched, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Oh? Wild boy, huh?"

"Yes, ma’am."

The words came out with a level of reverence that sent a thrill through her. She leaned forward, her eyes boring into his as she asked, "Safe word?"

"Anfield," he answered without hesitation.

"Good." She straightened, tapping the crop against her palm one last time before walking around him. "Let’s see just how wild you are."

The first strike was light, barely more than a whisper against the skin of his back. Trent let out a slow exhale, adjusting his posture to brace for more. She landed another, harder this time, and then again, alternating between his back and buttocks. Each strike sent a mix of sting and heat rippling through him, the sensation sharp but not unbearable.

"You like that, don’t you?" she teased, her voice cutting through the air.

"Yes, ma’am," he breathed, his muscles flexing beneath each stroke.

"Such a good boy," she purred, the crop trailing along his spine now, a featherlight touch that made him shiver. Then came another sharp crack against his skin, pulling a groan from his throat.

April’s hand suddenly moved to his neck, her fingers wrapping around it as she bent him forward just a bit more. Her grip was firm but not overwhelming, her thumb pressing lightly against his pulse. "Stay like this," she commanded, her voice close to his ear now.

"Yes, ma’am," he managed, his voice slightly strained but steady.

She struck again with the crop, her movements calculated, each one delivering a measured jolt of pain and pleasure. When she tightened her grip on his neck briefly, cutting off just a bit of his airway, Trent let out a low, guttural sound.

"Fuck, you like this a lot, don’t you?" she murmured, her tone a mix of mockery and approval.

"Yes," he rasped, his eyes shut tight as he surrendered completely to her control.

"Speak properly," she demanded, loosening her grip enough for him to answer.

"Yes, ma’am," he corrected quickly, his voice trembling.

"That’s better." Her grip on his neck shifted, and she used it to guide him into an even more submissive posture, his shoulders dipping as he knelt there.

She delivered a few more strikes with the crop, alternating the intensity, each one punctuated by filthy, teasing remarks. "Look at you," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "So eager, so desperate to please. Tell me how much you want this."

"So much, ma’am," he groaned, his voice raw.

Her hand tightened on his neck again briefly, enough to send his head spinning in the best way. The loss of air was fleeting, just long enough to make him dizzy, and when she released him, he gasped, the rush of oxygen making every nerve in his body feel alive.

"Good boy," she whispered, leaning in to kiss the shell of his ear before stepping back, placing the crop on the bedside table. "We’re just getting started."

April ran her fingers over the freshly made marks on Trent’s back, her touch light yet deliberate, tracing the faint welts with pride. Each one stood out against his caramel skin, evidence to the way he submitted to her so willingly.

"How does it look, ma’am?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with both curiosity and reverence.

"Beautiful," she said, her tone full of satisfaction. She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the space between his shoulder and neck, her lips lingering for a moment.

Then she pulled back and straightened. "Get on the bed," she commanded.

He hesitated briefly, his body still humming from her earlier ministrations, but she arched a brow and added, "You can walk."

That was all he needed. Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, wincing slightly as the ache from the crop made itself known with each movement. He made his way to the bed, his head still bowed slightly as he climbed onto it.

"Lay down on your back, but take off your boxers first," she instructed.

Trent obeyed, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and carefully sliding them down, mindful of the sensitivity in certain areas. Once they were off, he lay back on the bed, his hands at his sides as he waited for her next move.

April approached him, his eyes locked onto her as she untied the sash of her robe and let it fall to the floor. Beneath, she wore a lace bodysuit that hugged every curve of her body, the intricate design accentuating her figure. She reached behind her and unclasped it, letting it slip off her shoulders and down her body until she was completely bare before him.

His breath hitched as she climbed onto the bed next to him. Without a word, she bent over and took his dick into her mouth, her lips enveloping him in a way that sent a jolt of pleasure shooting through him.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily as the wet heat of her mouth consumed him.

April worked with precision, her tongue swirling around his tip, her lips creating just the right amount of pressure. One of her hands moved to his testicles, squeezing gently at first before applying more pressure, the sensation making his toes curl.

Just as he thought he was going to lose himself entirely, she pulled back and a string of saliva stretched all the way down the her nipples. She wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb before meeting his gaze, her expression filled with both mischief and authority.

"I’m going to fuck you nice and hard, Trent," she said, her voice dripping with promise. "How does that sound?"

"Good, ma’am," he replied, his voice shaky but eager.

"Good," she said, a sly smile tugging at her lips. "But first, we need to do a little something."

She slid off the bed and walked over to her bag, retrieving a set of silk ties and a ball gag. Trent’s pulse quickened as he watched her, his anticipation growing with every step she took.

Returning to the bed, she slipped off her heels and climbed back up, her knees pressing into the mattress as she loomed over him. "Arms over your head," she instructed.

He complied immediately, raising his arms above him. She secured each wrist to the headboard with the silk ties, ensuring they were snug but not cutting off circulation. Once satisfied, she picked up the ball gag and held it in front of his lips.

"Open," she said simply.

Trent obeyed, opening his mouth wide enough for her to slip the ball into place. She fastened the strap behind his head, her fingers brushing the back of his neck as she did so.

"There," she said, sitting back on her heels to admire her work. Her gaze swept over him — his bound wrists, the gag in his mouth, and his body stretched out and waiting for her. "Now you’re ready for me."

April positioned herself over Trent, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips as she guided him into her. His body tensed beneath her, and she watched his reaction closely, the gag muffling his guttural groan as her warmth surrounded him. She didn’t ease into it. No, that wasn’t her style. Once he was fully inside, she began moving with purpose, setting a relentless pace that had his head falling back against the pillows.

She rode him like her life depended on it, each bounce of her hips sending waves of pleasure through his body. His dick throbbed inside her, and he was infinitely grateful he’d practiced with the cock ring. If he hadn’t, he would’ve lost control far too soon.

Her breasts moved with every motion, catching his gaze and holding it captive. He groaned at the sight, the sound muffled but still desperate, his hooded eyes locking on her with adoration and lust. She looked… happy. Or at least, as happy as a dominatrix could look. Her lips curled into a smug, knowing smile as she maintained her pace, clearly enjoying how much he was losing himself beneath her.

"You like that, don’t you?" she teased, her voice laced with the filthiest kind of sweetness.

Trent nodded fervently, unable to form words. Every nerve ending in his body was alive, focused on the perfect way she felt around him, how her movements seemed designed to drive him to the brink.

"Such a good boy," she purred, reaching behind herself.

He gasped, his body jolting as her hand found his testicles. She squeezed and twisted them, the mix of pleasure and pain making his eyes roll back in his head. He was overwhelmed, completely and utterly at her mercy, and he loved every second of it.

"Don’t cum yet," she warned, her tone sharp but teasing.

Trent exhaled sharply through his nose, nodding as he tried to focus on anything but the coiling tension building in his core. He clenched his fists against the silk ties, his muscles flexing as he tried to hold back.

April leaned forward slightly, her pace never faltering as her filthy words poured out. "You’re so fucking perfect like this, all mine, stretched out and taking whatever I give you."

He whimpered beneath her, his body trembling as she twisted his scrotum again, her forefinger caressing the sensitive part of skin, mere centimeters away from his anus. She was unrelenting, riding him with the determination of someone on a bull machine at a Hen Do, and all he could do was watch her in awe.

How was this his life? How did he end up here, with her — this beautiful, commanding woman who seemed to know exactly how to ruin him in the best way?

Her dirty talk became filthier, the words cascading over him as her hand continued its relentless assault. Trent squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on anything else — his breathing, the way the bed creaked, the cool air against his heated skin — anything to keep from succumbing.

Then she said it. The one word that shattered his resolve.

"Cum."

A guttural growl erupted from his chest as his body finally gave in, the release overwhelming him. His hips jerked beneath her as he spilled into her, the sheer intensity of it leaving him breathless and trembling.

April moaned softly at the sensation, and that sound— God, that sound — made his heart race even more. It was one of satisfaction, of contentment, and he realized he loved hearing it.

"Trent, you feel so good cumming inside me," she said, her voice dripping with praise.

His already hazy mind spun. Holy fuck, did she really have to say shit like that?

Before he could even process her words, he felt her inner muscles contract around him, like she was trying to hold his essence deep inside her. He gasped, his body tingling as the feeling overwhelmed him.

He never knew a woman could do that, but now that he did… he was ruined for anyone else.

Two days in Eindhoven had wrecked him, but in the best way possible. Trent's body felt like he'd played three matches back to back, muscles aching in places he didn't even know could ache. The amount of times April had made him cum should've been physically impossible - like some kind of scientific study waiting to happen.

His reflection in the car mirror showed fresh marks peeking above his collar. April had been... thorough about marking her territory this time. "So you don't forget who you belong to," she'd said, adding another bite to his collection.

The drive to training was a blur of memories - April's commands, her praise when he followed them perfectly, the way she'd push him just far enough before pulling back. Never thought he'd be into all that, but here he was, proper addicted to it.

The lads would give him shit again when they saw the new marks. Let them think he was some legendary lover, giving as good as he got. Truth was, he was just April's willing toy – and fuck him if that didn't get him going more than anything.

Actually made sense when he thought about it. He'd always been a people pleaser, hadn't he? Always trying to be what everyone needed – perfect footballer, local lad made good, but with April... it was different. She wanted him to please her, yeah, but she also built him up with it. Every "good boy" felt like winning a trophy, every command followed perfectly earned him praise that made his chest tight.

"Look who finally made it!" Robbo's voice carried across the parking lot. "Thought you might've got lost in Eindhoven!"

"Nah mate," Trent grinned, grabbing his bag. "Just had better things to do."

"We can see that!" Joe called out, pointing at Trent's neck. "She trying to write her name or something?"

The changing room was chaos as usual, everyone proper taking the piss. But Trent didn't mind - let them joke. They had no idea how good it felt being April's toy, her good boy, her willing servant.

His phone buzzed as he was changing.

April: Miss me yet?

His face must've done something because suddenly Virgil was looking at him with that knowing smile.

"She's good for you," his captain said quietly. "Never seen you this... settled."

Settled. Yeah, that was it. For the first time in his life, Trent knew exactly what he was meant to be.

Even if that meant being on his knees for a photographer who'd proper rewired his brain.

Another buzz.

April: Don't forget - edging practice tonight.

April: Thirty minutes this time.

April: Show me how good you can be for me.

Fucking hell.

But his "Yes ma'am" was typed and sent before he could even think about it.

Training was flowing smooth - every pass finding its target, every cross curling just right. When Slot called for lunch, the lads practically sprinted for their phones like teenagers, but Trent took his time. Saturday's match against Bournemouth was looking promising, and he was feeling dead confident about it.

But the weird looks on everyone's faces when he reached them had his stomach dropping.

"What?"

Danns wordlessly held out his phone. The Daily Mail. Brilliant.

There they were in Eindhoven - him bending down to April's height, grinning like some lovesick puppy. Then another shot of them kissing, a kiss he'd proper begged for because she'd had him so wound up for affection. His hood was up but anyone with eyes could tell it was him.

The article connected all the dots - identifying April as the photographer behind his recent shoot, the mystery woman in the Ferrari, even digging up that she was some decorated army officer's daughter from Liverpool. The comments were surprisingly positive:

"He's got his swagger back!"

"Local girl, army family, proper match"

"Old Trent's finally back"

"Shit," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. It was bound to happen eventually, but still.

"You good?" Virgil asked quietly.

"Need to check on April..."

"Lads," Virgil called out, captain voice in full effect. "Give him space yeah? See you in the canteen."

Back at his bag, Trent's hands were shaking slightly as he checked his phone. But April's texts weren't about the article at all.

Instead, there was a screenshot of DMs with a simple message: "Get your bitches in line or I'll do it for you."

The DMs were from Sophie - old photos of her and Trent together, proper intimate ones from their relationship. Like some sad attempt at threatening April.

"Fuck," he whispered, but something hot curled in his stomach at April's possessiveness. Sophie had no idea who she was messing with.

His phone buzzed again.

April: Waiting for your response.

April: Tell me how you’re gonna handle this.

April: Or I will.

Christ. Why was her being all territorial turning him on so much?

Trent stared at his phone, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. What do you even say when your blocked ex is trying to start beef with your... whatever April was?

Trent: She must've made a lurk account

Trent: I'll sort it

April: No need.

April: Already handled it.

April: Sent those photos to my lawyer.

April: She won't try that again.

His stomach flipped. Course April would handle it like a proper boss.

April: Though we still need to discuss punishment.

April: For not telling me about her tendency to... reappear.

Even when she was proper mad, she still had him wanting to please her.

April: The Mail article though...

April: You looked proper needy in those photos.

Trent: Was needy for you wasn't I?

April: Bold of you to flirt when you're in trouble.

April: See me after your match Saturday.

April: Bring overnight gear.

April: And that ring I bought you.

His whole body went hot. The new ring she'd gifted him in Eindhoven was intense - designed specifically for "training" she'd said.

"T!" Darwin's voice made him jump. "You coming to eat or what?"

"Yeah, give me a minute."

Trent: Yes ma'am.

Trent: About the article though... you okay?

April: Worried about me? Sweet. But I can handle some pap shots.

April: And clearly I need to remind you who you belong to now.

April: Since your past keeps trying to creep in.

But before he could respond, she sent one more message:

April: Now go eat. Need you strong for Saturday. And what comes after 😈

Fucking hell.

******************************************

The restaurant was buzzing, one of those nice-but-not-too-nice spots in Liverpool where everyone knew everyone. Trent tugged at his turtleneck - bit warm for it really, but better than explaining to his mum why he looked like he'd been mauled by a tiger.

"You're fidgeting," Dianne noted, bouncing Aura on her knee. "Everything alright love?"

"Just match nerves," he lied. Actually it was the marks from last weekend's "session" with April making his collar itch, but his mum didn't need to know that.

"Michael!" Some old fella from down their street appeared at their table. "Good to see the family together. And Trent lad - you're looking proper back to yourself these days."

"Thanks Mr. Thompson."

"Heard your new girl's from round here? Army family yeah?"

Word traveled fast in Liverpool. Before Trent could answer, another regular - Mrs. Kelly from the corner shop - stopped by.

"My Denise went to school with a Goodplenty girl," she said, like they'd asked. "Her dad was proper decorated, served in the Middle East and that. Good Toxteth family before they moved."

His dad perked up at that. "Toxteth? Must know some of the same people then."

"Dad…" Trent warned, but it was too late.

"What? Just saying it's nice you're seeing someone local. Someone who gets it."

Gets what, Trent wanted to ask. The marks? The commands? The way she had him properly wrapped around her finger?

"She coming to any matches?" his sister-in-law asked, rescuing him from that train of thought.

"Maybe." If he earned it. April had been clear about that - match attendance was a reward, not a given.

Another neighbor stopped by, then someone's cousin, then a lad he vaguely remembered from school. Everyone had something to say about April's dad - where he'd served, what medals he had, how proud Toxteth was of him.

His phone buzzed under the table. April finally replying to the selfie he sent before coming to dinner.

April: That turtleneck looks suspicious. April: But I like knowing what's underneath. April: My marks. My boy.

Christ. Even from wherever she was, she had him squirming.

"Who's that got you smiling?" his mum asked.

"No one," he said quickly, but his face must've given him away because Liv started laughing.

"Look at him blushing! Dead obvious mate."

"Leave him alone," Michael chuckled. "Boy's allowed his privacy."

Privacy. Right. Like that existed in Liverpool when you were TAA and dating a local girl whose dad was apparently some sort of legend.

His phone buzzed again.

April: Bet you're thinking about Eindhoven. April: How prettily you begged. April: How good you were for me.

He shifted in his seat, turtleneck suddenly feeling way too tight.

"You sure you're alright love?" His mum was giving him that look. "You've gone all red."

"Fine mum. Just warm in here."

Another buzz.

April: Taking those marks to dinner with your family… April: Such a naughty boy. April: We'll have to discuss that tomorrow.

This was going to be a long dinner.

Marcel kept shooting him these proper smug looks across the table, especially when Trent had to adjust his collar for the hundredth time.

"Bit warm for a turtleneck innit?" his younger brother said innocently. "Unless…"

Tyler kicked him under the table while Trent shot him a death glare.

Aura started fussing in Dianne's arms, making grabby hands at Trent. "Un-ca! Un-ca!"

"Come here then," he said, grateful for the distraction as he scooped her up. She immediately went for his collar because of course she did. Little menace had proper timing.

"Oh, look at you!" Some woman he vaguely recognized as his mum's friend appeared at their table. "Always knew you'd be good with kids. Speaking of…" she gave him a knowing look. "Saw those pictures of you and that lovely girl. Army officer's daughter, isn't she?"

"Here we go," Marcel muttered, earning another kick from Tyler.

"You two look proper sweet together," the woman continued, completely oblivious. "Really hope this one works out. Would love to see more little ones around soon!"

Trent nearly choked on his water while Marcel started properly cackling.

"You alright there?" his dad asked, while Tyler tried (and failed) to hide his grin.

"Fine," Trent managed, bouncing Aura who was still determined to expose his neck to the whole restaurant. "Just… went down wrong."

"Sure it did," Marcel said under his breath. "Nothing to do with certain… marks."

This time both Tyler and Trent kicked him.

"So," his mum started, using that tone that meant an interrogation was coming, "when are we going to meet her properly then?"

Trent focused on helping Aura with her sippy cup. "Bit early for all that isn't it?"

"Early? It's all over the papers that you're together."

"Doesn't mean we need to rush things," he muttered, while Marcel made whipping sounds under his breath.

"Those photos though," Liv cut in, probably trying to help but making it worse. "Tyler was right about working with her. She's got proper talent hasn't she? The way she captured you - all artistic but still real."

"She's got a good eye," Tyler agreed. "Brands are going mental for those shots."

"See?" His mum wasn't letting this go. "She's practically family already, working with Tyler–"

"Mum."

"I'm just saying! Would be nice to have her round for Sunday dinner sometime."

The thought of April at a family dinner - knowing what she did to him behind closed doors - had his face burning. She'd probably whisper something filthy in his ear just to watch him squirm in front of everyone.

"Let the boy breathe," his dad cut in. "They'll tell us when they're ready."

They. Like it was already settled. Like April hadn't made him sign a proper contract about family meetings.

"I just want to make sure she's good enough for our Trent," his mum said, and Marcel actually snorted his drink.

If she only knew. April was so far out of his league it was actually mental. Here they were worrying if she was good enough for him when really, he was the one trying to earn her approval every day.

"Trust me mum," Tyler said with a knowing look that made Trent want to sink into the floor. "She's exactly what he needs."

Proper violation how right he was about that.

"At least she's local," his dad said, like that made everything simple. "Not like that London lot you were hanging round with before."

"Sophie was alright," his mum defended, making everyone at the table groan.

"Sophie was about as scouse as caviar," Marcel muttered.

"And about as warm as Anfield in December," Tyler added.

Aura chose that moment to properly grab Trent's collar, nearly exposing everything. He caught her hand just in time, but not before Marcel's eyes went wide.

"Bruv," his younger brother mouthed, looking properly scandalized.

"Shut it," Trent mouthed back.

"Is she treating you right?" his mum continued, oblivious to the collar situation. "These artistic types can be… different."

Different. If she only knew.

"She's good to me mum," he said carefully, while Marcel fake-coughed something that sounded suspiciously like "very good."

"Must be," Tyler couldn't help adding. "Never seen him this happy."

"Or this covered up," Marcel whispered, earning simultaneous kicks from both brothers.

"Oi!" Liv cut in. "What's with all the kicking?"

"Nothing," all three brothers said at once, making their parents exchange that look they'd perfected over years of raising three kids.

"Right," their dad said slowly. "Anyone for dessert?"

Thank fuck for dessert menus and their ability to end awkward conversations. Though knowing his family, this wouldn't be the last time they brought up April.

He just hoped next time he wouldn't be wearing quite so many marks to hide.

The Vitality Stadium was proper packed, and Trent's head was everywhere but the pitch. His overnight bag in the coach's hold felt like it was burning a hole in his mind - that new ring from Eindhoven, April's promised punishment, everything that was coming after.

"Earth to Trent!" Robbo shouted during their stretches. "You with us mate?"

He wasn't. Not really. His first touch in warm-ups was shocking, the ball bouncing off his foot like he'd never played football before.

Focus. Football first. Pleasure later.

The match started, and Trent's mind was still in London. His first three passes went straight to Bournemouth players, earning him a yell from Slot on the touchline.

"What's got into you?" Virgil called after Trent misplaced another cross. Even the easy balls weren't coming off - like his body had forgotten everything it knew about football.

Mo somehow managed to score in the 23rd minute despite Trent's wayward passing, putting them 1-0 up against the run of play. Pure instinct that - nothing to do with Trent's contribution.

Slot had them playing deeper in the second half, probably trying to minimize the damage Trent's shocking performance could do. Every touch felt wrong, every decision a split second too late. The gaffer kept looking at him like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

Bournemouth came at them hard after the break, targeting Trent's side like they knew he wasn't right. He took a tackle from their winger, didn't even see it coming.

"Head in the game," Virgil said as he helped him up, proper concern in his voice. "Where are you today?"

In London. In April's flat. Anywhere but where he needed to be.

The last ten minutes were torture - Bournemouth throwing everyone forward, Trent barely hanging on. When the final whistle blew - somehow at 2-0 - his legs were trembling from relief more than anything.

"You alright?" Virgil asked as Trent rushed through his post-match routine, desperate to get out of there.

"Yeah just... got plans."

"Plans that involve sorting your head out? Because that wasn't you today."

"Sorry." He couldn't even argue - it had been shocking.

"Just... be careful yeah? Whatever's going on..." Virgil gave him that captain's look. "Don't let it affect your game."

Too late for that. Everything was affecting his game lately - April, the contract, the punishment coming his way. Football used to be simple. Now nothing was.

But they'd won. Somehow. Despite him playing like he'd forgotten which sport this was.

Maybe April would punish him for that too.

The train from Bournemouth to London felt endless. He'd gone full incognito again - puffer jacket, balaclava, the works. His legs were heavy from the match, and his mind was heavier with thoughts of what April would say about his performance.

A group of lads further down the carriage were watching match highlights on their phones. He could hear their commentary - "TAA's not himself today" and "proper shocking that." They weren't wrong, were they?

His mind wandered to what April might have planned. Punishment for the Sophie thing, obviously. But now probably extra punishment for playing like he'd forgotten how football worked. That's how it worked now - every mistake had consequences, and today had been full of them.

The woman across the aisle was reading the Mail's article about them on her phone. There was that photo again - him bent down to April's height, looking proper lovesick. The headline called them "Liverpool's New Power Couple" which was laughable really. Only power dynamic between them involved him on his knees, and after today's performance, he'd probably be there a lot.

London got closer with every station. His overnight bag felt heavy in his lap - that new ring buried under his clothes, along with other things April had "suggested" he bring. Each item carefully chosen to push his limits.

The tube was packed with Saturday night crowds - couples heading to dinner, groups out clubbing. None of them knowing that Liverpool's right back was standing there, having played one of his worst matches in recent memory, about to face whatever punishment his photographer girlfriend had planned.

By the time he reached her building, his stomach was in knots. The doorman - same one from his first visit - gave him a knowing smile as he buzzed him up.

The lift felt like it was moving in slow motion.

Deep breath.

Time to face his punishment - for Sophie, for the match, for everything. And whatever else April had planned for Liverpool's golden boy who couldn't seem to remember how to play football anymore.

The door opened before he could knock, like she'd been waiting. Pussy Galore was wrapped around April's ankles, yellow eyes judging him as usual. April stepped aside to let him in, and he dropped his overnight bag near the entryway table.

But something was different. April wasn't giving off her usual dominant energy. Instead, she looked... worried?

"What was that today?" She gestured at the muted TV still showing match highlights - him misplacing passes, getting caught out of position. "That wasn't you out there."

"I know–"

"Our professional relationship comes before anything else, you know that right?" She ran a hand through her curls, proper agitated. "I can't have you playing like that again. If this is too much, if what we're doing is affecting your game, we can end–"

"No!" The word burst out before he could stop it, echoing off the exposed brick walls. "Please, no. I was just... too much in my head today."

"About what?"

He slumped against her doorframe, the cool metal of her coat hooks pressing into his shoulder. "Everyone's seen those pictures now. Family friends, neighbors, everyone's got something to say about how I seem 'better' now." His hands clenched. "Like before I was just... I dunno. All those PR relationships, trying to be posh enough for Sophie and her lot. Changing everything about myself to fit in with that London crowd."

"And then Sophie tried stirring shit," April added softly, understanding dawning in her eyes.

"Yeah." He exhaled, watching Pussy Galore wind between their legs like she was trying to tie them together. "Just reminded me of everything I was trying to forget. All that fake stuff."

April moved closer, and for once she wasn't prowling like a predator. Her hand reached up, cupping his chin in a gesture so gentle it made his breath catch. When she pulled him down for a kiss, it wasn't like their usual ones - all heat and demand and earning his pleasure.

This was soft. Tender even. Like she understood exactly what he needed.

When they separated, he could only manage a confused "Whaa?"

She just took his hand, leading him toward the bedroom. The bag with all his "homework" supplies sat forgotten by the door.

"Should I get the ring and everything?" he asked, still thrown by this gentler version of April.

"Maybe later." She squeezed his hand. "You don't need that right now."

Her bedroom was different tonight - no candles, no toys laid out, none of the usual setup for their games. Just the soft glow of her bedside lamp and those black silk sheets he'd become so familiar with.

"Sit," she said, but it wasn't a command this time. More like... an invitation.

He perched on the edge of her bed, watching as she moved around the room. She shed her oversized jumper to reveal a simple tank top underneath - nothing like her usual dominatrix gear or those lacy things designed to drive him mental.

"You know," she said, settling next to him, "when I first met you, I could see right through all that posh act."

"Yeah?"

"Mmm." Her hand found his, fingers intertwining naturally. "Could tell you were trying so hard to be what everyone wanted. The polished footballer, the perfect boyfriend... exhausting wasn't it?"

He nodded, throat tight.

"But that night at the club? When you let that mask slip a bit?" She smiled - not her usual predatory grin, but something softer. "That's when I knew I wanted you."

"For your collection of toys?" The words came out more bitter than he'd intended.

"No." She turned his face toward her. "Because I saw someone who needed what I could give them. Freedom to just... be."

Something in his chest cracked open. Because she was right, wasn't she? All those commands, all that submission - it wasn't about being controlled. It was about being free to want what he wanted.

"Come here," she whispered, pulling him down onto the sheets. No orders, no demands, just... comfort.

He went willingly, letting her arrange them until his head was in her lap, her fingers carding through his cropped curls. Pussy Galore jumped up to join them, settling at their feet like some furry guardian.

"We can play later," April said softly. "Right now, just breathe."

So he did.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours, April's fingers in his hair, the steady rhythm of her breathing matching his. No one had ever seen him like this - not Sophie with her polished expectations, not the string of PR-arranged dates, no one.

"Can I ask you something?" His voice was muffled against her leg.

"Hmm?"

"Why'd you make me sign that contract? The girlfriend experience part?"

Her fingers stilled for a moment. "Because I knew you'd need boundaries. Structure." She resumed stroking his hair. "And because... maybe I needed them too."

He shifted to look up at her. "You don't usually do the relationship thing?"

"Not usually." That hint of vulnerability in her voice was new. "Most subs... they're just passing through. But you..." She smiled down at him. "You’re getting under my skin somehow."

"Was it my excellent football skills?" he joked, thinking about today's disaster of a match.

"Definitely not after today." But she was grinning. "Though knowing how you try so hard to focus during training while wearing my marks... that's pretty entertaining."

He felt his face heat up. "Proper violation that."

"You love it though."

"Yeah," he admitted. Because what was the point of pretending anymore? "Love all of it really."

Her hand moved to trace his jaw. "Even the punishment?"

"Even that." He paused. "Speaking of..."

"We're not doing that tonight." Her voice was firm but gentle. "Tonight's just... this."

"Just this," he echoed, settling back against her.

Pussy Galore stretched and repositioned herself closer to them, like she approved of this softer version of their dynamic.

"Though tomorrow..." April's voice carried that familiar edge that made his stomach flip. "Tomorrow we'll discuss your shocking performance on the pitch."

"Yes ma'am."

She tugged his hair lightly. "What did I say about tonight?"

"Sorry." He couldn't help grinning. "Just habit innit?"

"Cheeky." But she was smiling too. "Now shut up and let me hold you."

For once, that was an order he was happy to follow without any punishment needed.

********************************************

Morning light streamed through April's massive windows as she handed him coffee - black, two sugars, just like last time. Pussy Galore perched on the counter.

"Food's on the way," April said, checking her phone. "Ordered from that place around the corner."

"So you don't cook for men but you order food for them?" He couldn't help grinning.

She rolled her eyes but he caught that smile. "Yes, smartarse. Consider yourself special."

They settled at her breakfast bar, morning sun catching her curls. Something about last night had shifted things, made it easier to ask what he'd been wondering.

"Can I ask... how'd you get into all this? The dom thing?"

April took a slow sip of her coffee, considering. "Maybe I was looking for something I never had growing up? Only child, military family - we moved constantly. Prague when I was little, then Turkey, finally the States for a few years."

"Must've been hard, all that moving."

"Was proper mental. Never felt settled anywhere. Came back here for uni in Manchester and..." She smiled at some memory. "Guess I was always rebelling against structure, until I found a way to control it instead."

"How'd you figure that out?"

"Stumbled into it at uni really. Tried being a sub first - proper disaster that was." She laughed. "Turns out I'm much better at giving orders than taking them."

"No kidding," he muttered into his coffee.

"Oi!" But she was grinning. "Watch it or I'll make you eat breakfast on your knees."

His face must've done something because she actually giggled - a sound he'd never heard from her before.

"You're too easy to wind up," she said, just as their food arrived on her phone app. "Now go get our breakfast before I change my mind about being nice this morning."

He went out then returned with their food - proper full English for him, some posh avocado thing for her. Pussy Galore immediately tried to steal his bacon.

"So what was America like then?" he asked, defending his plate from the cat.

"Weird. Lived in the D.C. area because of dad's posting. Everyone thought I was proper posh because of my accent." She smirked. "Should've heard them try to understand my dad's scouse."

"Bet that went down well."

"About as well as when we moved back and everyone here thought I was American." She pushed her food around. "That's probably why I got into photography. Easier to observe than participate sometimes."

"Until you started making footballers strip for art."

"Oi!" She kicked him under the table. "That's a very small part of my portfolio, thank you very much. Though..." Her eyes got that dangerous glint. "You are one of my favorite subjects."

"Because I'm so photogenic?"

"Because you're so..." She tilted her head, studying him. "Genuine. Once you drop the act anyway. Most people in this industry, they're always performing. But you..."

"I just like being told what to do?"

"Exactly." She grinned. "Speaking of which, we still need to discuss yesterday's match."

His stomach flipped. "Thought you said no punishment?"

"That was last night. This morning..." She reached across the table, fingers trailing along his arm. "This morning we need to make sure you remember who you are."

"Yes ma'am."

"There's my good boy." Her voice had shifted into that commanding tone he knew so well. "Now finish your breakfast. You'll need your strength."

Fucking hell.

April collected their plates once they'd finished, moving with that fluid grace that meant she was shifting back into her dominant role. "Get the ring from your bag."

His heart started racing. "But–"

"This morning we're going to work on your focus." Her voice carried that edge again. "Can't have you thinking about me during matches, can we?"

He went to retrieve the ring from his abandoned overnight bag, remembering how different things had felt just hours ago - her gentle touches, the soft conversation. But this was what he needed now, wasn't it? Structure. Control.

"Strip to your boxers," she called from the bedroom. "Then kneel by the bed. Let's see if we can train that wandering mind of yours."

As he followed her commands, he caught his reflection in her full-length mirror. The marks from Eindhoven had faded, but something else was different. He looked... settled. Like he finally knew exactly who he was and what he wanted.

"Good boy," April said from the doorway, now wearing that black silk robe that meant business. "Ready to learn your lesson about focus?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Remember your safe word?"

"Anfield."

"Good." She moved closer, running her fingers through his hair before gripping it tight. "Now let's make sure you never play like that again."

His body responded automatically to her touch, to her commands. This was what he needed - not just the dominance, but the understanding behind it. She knew exactly how to push him, how to make him better.

"Color?"

"Green, ma'am."

"Perfect." That devil's smile was back. "Let's begin."

Christ.

"Today's lesson," April circled him slowly, her bare feet silent on the hardwood floor, "is about control. Focus." She stopped in front of him. "Yesterday you let thoughts of me and everyone else distract you on the pitch. That stops now."

"Yes ma'am."

"Put the ring on."

His hands shook slightly as he complied. The metal was cool against his skin, causing his dick to twitch in anticipation.

"Now," she settled on the edge of the bed, looking down at him. "We're going to work on your concentration. I want you to recite Liverpool's upcoming fixture list. Every match, every date."

His brain short-circuited. "What?"

"You heard me." Her foot traced along his thigh. "Start with next weekend."

"Tottenham at home," he managed. "Then..." Her touch was making it hard to think.

"Continue."

"Arsenal away..." He swallowed hard as her foot moved higher, gliding against his balls. "Then... fuck..."

"Language." Her voice was sharp. "And that's not the next fixture."

"Sorry ma'am. Plymouth Argyle away. Everton away."

"Good boy. Keep going."

It was torture - trying to remember dates and opponents while April tested his control in increasingly creative ways. Every time he got distracted, she made him start over.

"This," she said after he'd finally managed the full list without stumbling, "is how we train your mind to focus. To compartmentalize."

"Yes ma'am."

"If you can focus through this..." Her hand gripped his hair. "You can focus through anything. Including matches."

His whole body was trembling with need of release, but his mind felt... clearer somehow. Like she was teaching him more than just submission.

"Color?"

"Green, ma'am. So green."

"Good. Next test," April's voice was pure control. "Tactical setup for Tottenham. Formation, positioning, everything."

His knees were aching on the hardwood floor, the ring a constant reminder of who was in charge and edging him perfectly. But this was different from their usual play - she was actually training his mind.

"4-3-3," he started, then gasped as her nails dug into his shoulders. "They'll - they'll press high..."

"Keep going." Her touch was maddening. "Every detail."

"Their right winger likes to cut inside..." The words came out strained as she added another mark to his collection. "We'll need to... fuck..."

"Start again." No mercy in her voice. "And remember - good boys maintain their focus."

It went on like that - April testing his concentration while he tried to analyze football through a haze of need. Every time his mind wandered, she made him begin again. Every successful recitation earned him praise that made his chest tight.

"Understanding now?" She gripped his chin, making him look at her. "How to keep your mind where it needs to be?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. Because next time you let thoughts of me affect your game..." Her nails dug in slightly deeper. "The punishment won't be nearly this pleasant."

His whole body shuddered at the threat and promise in her voice.

"Now," she stepped back, admiring the fresh marks she'd left. "One more test. Champions League tactics...." That devil's smile once more.

Fucking hell. He was never going to survive this session.

But maybe that was the point.

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Fresh from the shower, Trent examined his new collection of marks in April's bathroom mirror. Some from training his focus, others from his rewards when he finally got it right. His fingers traced a particularly vivid one near his collarbone - that was from reciting the entire Champions League tactical setup without stumbling once.

"These are going to be fun to explain in the changing room," he called out, pulling his t-shirt on carefully.

"Better not get distracted by them during training," April responded from somewhere in the bedroom. She'd shifted back to her usual self - all mystery and edge after their moment of softness last night.

He found her organizing her camera gear, probably for some shoot later. "Hey, was thinking..."

"Dangerous habit that."

"Proper funny you are." He leaned against her doorframe. "Would you maybe want to spend a weekend with me in Liverpool? At my place? Could show you around properly..."

She turned, that familiar smirk playing at her lips. "That's not in our contract, is it?"

"Could be an extra?" He tried for casual but probably missed by miles. "If I earn it?"

"If you earn it?" Now she was properly grinning. "Bold of you to assume you can."

"I can be very convincing."

"Prove it then." She moved closer, reaching up to adjust his collar over the marks. "Show me perfect focus in training and at your matches. No distractions. No mistakes." Her fingers lingered on his neck. "Maybe then we can discuss... amendments to our arrangement."

"Yes ma'am." The words came automatically now.

"Good boy." She stepped back. "Now go. Before I decide to test your concentration again."

At her front door, he turned back one last time. "I'll make you proud next week."

"You better." But her smile was soft for just a moment.

Walking to the train station, Trent couldn't stop grinning. His body ached, his mind was properly exhausted, and tomorrow's training was going to be intense.

For the first time in ages, he knew exactly who he was and what he wanted.

Even if what he wanted involved earning the right to show his dominatrix around Liverpool.

Life was proper mental sometimes.

………..tbd

[onabat11e]

Hey! I know you’re not taking requests at the moment…but was just wondering if you’d ever write a fic (even if just a little blurb) about onas reaction to lucy in THAT outfit yesterday because god im obsessed!

ona would just send lucy this meme:

jokes aside, i wrote something short for this (thank you for the req)

rating: E for explicit (18+)

word count: 988 (tell me why i thought it would only be like 500)

Lucy: 1 attachment - time for the awards, miss u baby

Lucy sent a selfie of her in the mirror, showing off her outfit for The Best FIFA Football Awards. The blonde waves framed her face perfectly, showing off her small smirk and her chiselled jawline. Lucy slipped her phone away, needing to leave the dressing room to get ready to walk the green carpet. 

Ona sat up in bed after hearing her phone vibrate. She looked over to see a new message from Lucy. She felt her abdomen tighten immediately at the stunning selfie she had been sent. She typed a reply before opening the photograph to get a better look.

Ona: do you even know what you do to me Luciaaaaa 😭

Ona zoomed into the photo, wanting to take in every detail of Lucy in that outfit. The vest perfectly displayed Lucy’s muscular arms and strong shoulders. 

Her eyes wandered down Lucy’s arm, falling on the hand wrapped around her phone. Ona’s mind definitely did not start to imagine those fingers digging into her thighs as Lucy ate her out. And she definitely did not fantasise about the way those fingers would pump into her; the way her pussy would clench and cum around them, begging for more. 

She could picture the exact way Lucy’s bicep would flex as she pumped two fingers into her heat. The mental images made Ona’s stomach twist, a throbbing pleasure starting to arise between her legs. She almost felt embarrassed at how quickly she got turned on from the photo alone. She swiped off to send more messages for Lucy. 

Ona: that outfit is doing things to me

Ona: i need u so bad right now. so wet for you

Ona’s hand trailed down her torso, pulling her oversized t-shirt up over her midriff. Her hand dipped under her sweatpants, rubbing over the fabric of her panties. She inhaled sharply at the contact on her throbbing clit, feeling her body beg for more pressure. 

She quickly kicked off her sweatpants, letting them fall off the side of the bed. Ona raised her phone, the camera app open, angling it so her now exposed abs and underwear were in frame. She slipped her hand under her waistband before pressing the capture button. 

Ona: 1 attachment - wish u were here 

Ona dropped her phone before she dipped a finger into herself. Breathing deeply at the sensation, she gathered wetness from her entrance, rubbing it up her folds before circling the tip of her clit. She made slow movements, teasing herself the way she knew Lucy would. Her body heated up as the desire spread throughout it and her pace began to increase at her own neediness. 

Ona pushed a single digit into herself, feeling her walls flutter around it. Biting her lip, she let her mind wander again, thinking about how Lucy’s fingers would feel in her. She continued to work herself, her left hand fumbling at her phone to try and send another message to Lucy. 

Ona: need ur fingers in me so bad. mine don’t feel as good :(

She added another finger, curving it as she pushed deeper inside herself. Her head fell back on the pillow, eyes shutting as she imagined the way Lucy liked to fuck her into the mattress. Her free hand slid under her shirt, palming against her breast. She squeezed her eyes shut, visualising Lucy’s eyes darkening as she looked up at her, tongue toying at her nipple. Her fingers clasped a nipple, thinking about how Lucy would use her teeth to playfully tug on the bud. 

Ona’s hand continued to pump in herself, hips rocking to meet the thrusts. She increased her tempo, her left hand leaving her breast to play with her clit. 

The circles were roughly rubbing against her sensitive area, her body trembling at her rapidly approaching peak. With a final squeeze of her clit, Ona fell apart, a moan of Lucy’s name falling off her lips as she slowed her movements. 

Ona: just came thinking about how fine u are. i need u so bad right now baby

The fire in Ona’s stomach would not leave; she needed it to be Lucy between her thighs, not just her own hand. She fantasised about Lucy’s fingers deep in her, a warm mouth sucking her clit and cleaning up the cum leaking from her. She whined at the idea, fingers reaching down to play with her clit again. 

Ona: tell me you get to keep that outfit. i cant stop thinking about all the things i want u to do to me

She already knew her second orgasm would come soon, still feeling sensitive from the first. She bucked against her hand, the coil tightening in her core once more. Two fingers slipped lower, pressing into herself with ease.

Her movements got harder, the palm of her hand pressing into her swollen clit with every thrust. Her thighs clenched around her hand, body shaking as she came again, her clit twitching under her hand as fingers curved inside her to guide her high.

Ona: pls baby i’m so needy rn. i came again but it’s not the same. i need ur mouth on me. 

~

After the event had come to a close and all interviews had been done, Lucy was free to check her phone. She was shocked to see the number of notifications from her girlfriend. 

27 new messages. 

Lucy skimmed through the messages, feeling her face heat at the content of the messages. Her mouth went dry, looking at the numerous photos she had been sent of Ona touching herself and fucking herself. 

She quickly checked that no one could read over her shoulder before typing out her replies to Ona.

Lucy: oh my god ona?!

Lucy: fuck that’s so hot

Lucy: can’t wait to get back to barca and taste u

Lucy:*see u. sorry idk what happened there ;)

[daisyblog]

Chapter Four: Harry

Show Me Love Summary

Trigger warnings:  18+, anxiety, strong language, undiagnosed/struggling with learning difficulty. 

< Chapter 3

Harry

Even though it was a Sunday, it didn't stop my body from waking up early. It was like routine, every morning my eyes would open at 7am. Occasionally I'd let myself fall back to sleep for a lie in, but that was rare. 

Apart from our group outing to play mini golf on Friday, the weekend had been rather calm. The boys and I stayed in last night, ordered pizza and played a few games of Fifa. I hadn't heard from Evie much yesterday, but I knew her and the girls were having a girls night so I didn't want to disturb her too much. 

The flat was quiet this morning, which meant the others must have still been sleeping. Stretching my arms above my head, I debated whether to go for a run before I decide how to spend my day. Tip toeing out of my room, my shorts hung short on my lower hips, I could see Niall walking down the corridor from his own room. 

"Styles!" He greeted as he walked towards the kitchen, ruffling his hair out of his eyes. 

"G'morning". My feet followed him, going straight to the fridge to prepare my protein shake for after my morning run. "Fancy a run?".

Niall thought about it, nibbling at his bottom lip and his eyes squinting as he weighed up his decision. "Nah fuck that!".

I smiled to myself as my hands continued to add the power and milk into the shaker. "I'll be about half hour". I explained as I looked down at my phone to check the time. 

"How's Evie?". A wide smirk appeared on his face. Like he knew something I didn't. 

My shoulders shrugged as I shook my bottle, mixing the power and milk together, the noise filling the comfortable silence. "Good, I guess". 

"Taking her on another date anytime soon?". Niall wiggled his eyebrows in a playful manner making my smile appear, which made me curse at myself for showing some weakness in this moment. 

"It wasn't a date!". Was the only thing that I managed to say to defend myself, that sounded pathetic when I heard it. Niall sent me a look that screamed that he didn't believe a word that I just had said. "It wasn't!". 

"Evie thinks it was". He spoke with confidence, no stutter that would make me doubt him as he moved around the kitchen. 

I watched as he placed two pieces of bread in the toaster, before reaching for the butter out of the fridge. "She does?". 

"No but your face just told me that I'm right and you like her". I rolled my eyes at his effort to catch me off guard. Annoyed with myself for not being able to hide my feelings. "You two are driving me fucking crazy...why are you both holding back?". 

I swallowed thickly as I crossed my arms over my chest, and my shoulders shrugged as I thought carefully. "I've got a lot to lose if things didn't work out...I like the friendship I've got with Evie and I'm worried about losing her completely if we took a different path". 

Niall scratched at his nose as he stood opposite me, mirroring my stance. "But what if it would work out and you don't give it a chance?". I couldn't deny it, his words made sense and he was right because as the saying goes 'you'll never know unless you try'. Niall took my silence as a cue to continue. "At least think about it". 

I gently bit at my bottom lip as I nodded in response, not trusting myself to speak after the turn in conversation.

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As my feet ran around the local area to the flat, my mind was distracted from the events of the last few weeks to this morning's conversation with Niall. 

I'd never had a serious relationship, sure I'd been on a few dates and drunken nights at a party while in high school and the beginning of university. But if I was relationship material was something I couldn't answer and if I was being honest with myself, that was a huge factor in why I was hesitant with taking things further with Evie. 

As I ran around the corner that took me back to the beginning of the street, my phone buzzed in my pocket making my legs slow me down to answer it. 

Mum.

"Hi Mum!". I naturally smiled as I saw my Mum's name flash up on the screen, despite not living too far away I still missed seeing her everyday. 

"Harry, how are you my boy?". Her voice was cheery, full of warmth and love. The type of love that was infectious and one you wish you could share with everyone. 

My pace had turned into small steps as I walked alongside the pavement, holding the small device against my ear. "I'm good Mum, missing you and Gem". 

"We miss you too darling...I was thinking maybe I could come visit in a few weeks, I'll make you and the boys a homemade meal". A smile filled my cheeks as I thought how happy Niall would be about that, he always said how much he missed his own Mums cooking. 

"We'd like that...especially Niall". I chuckled as I thought about it. "We don't always have time to cook a decent meal". 

I could hear some movement through the speaker as I assumed my Mum was moving around the house. "Well I won't have my boy and his friends hungry...and if there's anyone else you'd like to invite over I can cook for them too". 

I knew what she was hinting at, but as much as Mum meant nothing by her questioning towards my love life, it was something that I needed to figure out first before mentioning a name to her. 

My silence around the topic must have been enough for her to move on. "How's your classes going? You're doing so well and I'm really proud of you...but I want you to be happy too". 

"They're going well...more than well actually, I'm averaging an eighty and I absolutely love the modules and topics so I just need to keep up the work". Although I couldn't see her, I knew she was smiling on the other end of the phone. 

That was the thing about my Mum, as much as she was proud of me and Gemma getting good grades, that was just a bonus. Our happiness was more important than a grade to her. 

"You're a clever one...I'll give you that". Her smile could be heard through her tone. "Well I won't keep you talking for much longer because I'm sure you have plans ahead of you". 

"Thanks Mum, I'll speak to you later". I slowly began to say my goodbyes as I saw the flat building appear in front of me. "I love you". 

"Bye my love...I love you too darling". The call ended. 

---

Once I'd got back to the flat, I showered straight away to wash away the sweat from my morning run and replace my once damp clothing, with fresh ones. My light blue denim jeans, a basic white tee and my washed out white vans. 

As I exited my room and walked towards the shared living room, I was pleasantly surprised to see Evie standing there with Bella. Our outfits unintentionally matching, expect she wore a knitted beige cardigan over her white t shirt. 

Evie turned to face me as I approached the group, now realising that I was the only person missing from the gathering. Her smile did not go unnoticed and I felt my inner confidence feel flattered at the sight. 

"Nice of you to join us Harold!". Louis teased causing the others to notice my presence. My middle finger greeted him as he continued to joke at how long it took me to get ready. 

I found myself standing next to Evie by the entrance to the room as the others were trying to decide where we were going for lunch. "How was girls night?". 

Her smaller frame meant she had to look up to my taller presence. "Much needed...it was nice to have some girly talk and spend time with them". I watched as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and her fingers found her necklace pendant again. 

"I'm glad you enjoyed...but I will admit I missed our chats". Her teeth immediately bit at her bottom lip, causing the shade to go a deeper shade of red. Her smile itching to break through. "Had to settle for conversations with these idiots". 

Evie stifled out a giggle at my teasing, knowing it was harmless banter towards the boys. "If it means anything then I missed our chats too". Our eyes shared a look, her blue and my green communicated silently. 

"What are you two whispering about?". Louis called us out to everyone, meaning all eyes turned to us. 

"How much fucking time you're wasting deciding where to eat...let's go to the local and have a Sunday roast". Evie quickly bit back and the mention of a roast dinner caused a loud appreciation from the others. 

Niall reached for his jacket from where it lay on the sofa. "This is why I love you Green...a Sunday roast is just what my belly needs!".

The local pub was only a short walk from us and Louis and Niall were even more impressed by the choice, as it meant they could have a beer with their lunch. Walking against the slight wind, made me appreciate that I'd grabbed my jacket just before we left as it sat on my shoulders. 

Evie and I walked together just behind the others. It was a comfortable silence as we listened to the others talking in front of us. As our legs guided us, I could feel our hands brush against each others occasionally as they dangled by our sides. 

I squeezed into the end booth seat next to Evie as she took a seat next to Lily. I felt Niall's stare burn into me but as much as I tried to ignore it, he continued until I looked his way. 

His smirk as his eyes flickered from me to Evie spoke for him. Luckily the others were too in grossed in what Bella was showing them on her phone to notice Niall making heart gestures with his hands.

"Oh we should have a movie night on Friday...we could host it at ours". Bella spoke towards Evie and Lily, from where she sat opposite them next to Zayn. "What do you all think?". 

"Sounds good to me". Lily's gentle voice agreed as she reached for her glass in front of her. 

"Just don't pick shit films like last night". Evie's voice from next to me directed her comment back to Bella. I had a feeling she didn't like the film choice from their evening last night. 

Whilst the girls bickered back and forth about what they considered a good film, I was relived to see the waiters walking towards us with plates covering both hands. 

After the group had eaten our lunch and paid for the bill, Lily explained that she was going over a friend's house for the evening. Niall and Louis were going to stay in the pub for an extra few drinks and Bella and Zayn had left to go back to our flat. 

"As much as I love your company, I'm going to go because my bed is calling along with an episode of friends". Evie reached for her bag before standing up. 

"Can't tempt you to stay with a drink Green?". Niall fluttered his eyelashes at her as he rested his chin on his fist. 

Evie shook her head with a small giggle at Niall attempt to get her to stay. "Sorry Horan...if you want to see me in class tomorrow then this gal needs her rest". 

"Fuck off Eve...you'll still be late so you may as well stay with us". Niall teased her on time management, his back hitting the chair he sat on. 

"Fine you caught me...you're boring me so I'm leaving!". The loud laugh that left the Irishman caused others to turn and look. 

I explained to Niall and Louis that I'd meet them back at the flat later on, as I was going to walk Evie home to make sure she was safe. Walking off behind Evie, not giving them a chance to make a teasing comment about it. 

The cold breeze circled us as Evie and I walked side by side in the direction of her flat. As the wind picked up around us, I noticed her arms wrap around her petite frame to try and keep warm. I shook off the jacket that my shoulders held and placed it around her. 

"It's alright...we're nearly there". Evie went to slide my jacket back off her shoulders. 

"Eves keep it on your shivering". I insisted as we began to up our walking pace, eager to escape the cold air. 

Her shoulder gently bumped against my upper arm due to her height. "Such a gentleman". 

"What can I say? My Mum raised me well". I grinned down at her as we walked up to her brick building. 

As we stood outside, I was expecting her to say goodbye and I'd continue my walk to my own flat. But the hesitation was intense as I waited for her to say something. "Do you want to come in?". 

I wasn't aware that I looked like I was trying to think of a reason to say no, until I could see nervousness build in her eyes. "Yeah...sure...I'd love to". 

I followed Evie up the flight of stairs until we reached the second floor and as we approached the second door on the left, Evie rumbled through her bag to find her keys before unlocking the door. 

As I closed the door behind us, I watched Evie walk around her space in comfort. She placed her bag down on the side table in the hallway before kicking her shoes off and leaving them to settle where they landed.

I took suit and flicked my own shoes off and putting them neatly together so nobody would trip over them if they came home. 

Evie opened the door to what I assumed was her room and approaching carefully I was surprised at how cosy she had managed to make the small space. Fairy lights along the wall above the double bed that was pushed against the wall. Different style cushions covered the bed and a large sage green rug covered the hard wood floor.

"I'm going to make some tea, do you want one?". Her soft voice broke me from my thoughts as she now stood in the door frame. 

"Yes please!". She smiled at my eagerness towards the warm cuppa. 

I smiled as I saw framed photos hanging on the wall. One included Evie standing between Bella and Lily, the three of them cuddled into each other as they widely smiled at the camera. Another one was of her and Niall, from a night out. It was captured as they were laughing historically over something, each holding a drink in their hand. 

The last photo caught me by surprise. A picture I had forgotten existed. It was from our first year at university. A group photo of us all taken in girls first flat that was part of the university. Evie was standing between Niall and I as we huddled together. But what caused my heart to warm was with a pink sharpie pen the word 'family' had been neatly written above.

In the corner of my eye I spotted the wooden guitar sitting still on its stand. I knew Evie could play the guitar well, Niall had told me how she was good competition for him. I hope one day she'll play for me, I'd like that a lot. 

"This is exactly what we need after being out in the cold". Evie walked back into the room, two grey mugs held by her hands before she placed them down on the table next to the bed. "I hope you don't mind but I'm going to change into something comfier...I think Zayn may have left some stuff here if you want to me to go find you something too". 

Before I could even respond Evie mumbled that she was going to look in Bella's room. I let out a small laugh as I watched her move quickly out of the room. 

"Here there's a pair of shorts, I'll go to the bathroom to get changed and you can change in here". Again, before I got a chance to say a word, Evie was gone again. The only way in could describe her movement was moving a thousand miles per hour as she got distracted by different things.

I carefully rolled my jeans down my legs, they screamed in gratefulness as I replaced them with the loose black shorts. Neatly, I followed my jeans and placed them on top of the chest of drawers. 

"That's fucking better...I hate the feelings of tight jeans". I watched as she threw the once worn jeans and t-shirt towards the laundry basket, but missing it and the clothes landing to the side of it. Evie now wore a pair of beige pyjama shorts and black sweatshirt. 

The sight of her bare legs as the shorts sat high on her hips made me break eye contact and focus on her reaching for her mug of tea instead. Before opening the duvet she took a large gulp before placing it back down and climbing under the duvet. 

Evie glanced to where I stood, and I realised I looked out of place as I hadn't said a word or moved an inch. "Are you going to stand all night?".

"I was planning on it actually", I said with humour attached to it. 

"Ha-fucking-ha! C'mon get in, I want to watch Friends". She pressed the buttons on the remote with urgency as her eyes followed the movement on the tv.

I slid in next to her, my back met the plump pillows behind me as I rested my head against the fabric headboard. I recognised the Friends episode as the one after Ross and Rachel go on a break. 

"We were on a break". I mimicked the line that Ross repeats once Rachel finds out he had slept with another woman the previous night. 

"You watch Friends?". Evie's voice was curious and the way her lips curved into a grin made me release that she was happy about it.

My shoulders involuntarily shrugged as I scratched the skin at the back of my neck. "Meh...I've seen a few episodes". 

"Yeah alright...you just quoted the line not even thirty seconds in". I got called out on my attempt to play my love for the series down.

"I've got a good memory!". I held my hands up in surrender as she bumped her shoulder with mine, as we were now a similar height lying next to each other.

We were a couple of episodes in and it was great to hear Evie belly chuckling at the series playing in front of us.  If someone had said to me a couple of weeks ago that Evie and I would be lying in bed together on a Sunday evening watching reruns of Friends I'd have called them a liar. 

My mind thought back to my conversation with Niall about never knowing if I didn't try. Although it pained me to admit that Niall Horan was right, I couldn't deny it.

"Do you want a cuddle?". I asked as I turned to look at her. My inner self swallowed itself at how cringey that sounded out loud. "M'sorry that sounded so much smoother in my head".

A laugh escaped her lips. "Are you forgetting when I asked you to cuddle me last week? Cringe is an understatement". 

"You were drunk and upset...a valid excuse if you ask me". A fair argument compared to my attempt to make a move. 

"Do we need an excuse to cuddle?". Her question held some flirtation as the infectious smirk appeared on her lips. Testing me to see who would make the move first. 

With a genuine smile covering my mouth. I lifted my arm as a signal for her to move over. Without thought she rested her head on my shoulder, her arm gently landed on my chest and surprisingly I felt her leg overlap with mine as our skin met. 

"No excuse needed!".

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Today's prediction,

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Unstoppable Nnadi Takes Flight as Flying Eagles Triumph Over Argentina – Score Nigeria

Unstoppable Nnadi Takes Flight as Flying Eagles Triumph Over Argentina – Score Nigeria Unstoppable Nnadi Takes Flight as Flying Eagles Triumph Over Argentina – Score Nigeria The Nigerian under-20 football team, the Flying Eagles, emerged victorious in their clash against Argentina on Tuesday. The match, which was part of the ongoing FIFA U-20 World Cup in Poland, saw Nigeria score two goals while Argentina could only manage one. The hero of the match for the Flying Eagles was midfielder Maxwell Effiom Nnadi. With his darting runs and incisive passes, Nnadi was a constant thorn in the side of the Argentinian defense. His efforts earned him a well-deserved man of the match award. Nnadi's first contribution to the match came in the 30th minute when he provided the assist for Nigeria's first goal. The 18-year-old picked up the ball just outside the Argentina penalty area and went on a mazy run, leaving several defenders in his wake. His low cross found the waiting feet of Tom Dele-Bashiru, who calmly slotted it past the goalkeeper. However, Argentina equalized soon afterwards when a corner kick was headed in by pacy striker Adolfo Gaich. The match was finely balanced at 1-1 going into the break. The second half saw Nigeria take the initiative and start to dominate proceedings. With Nnadi pulling the strings in midfield and flying winger Kingsley Michael causing all sorts of problems for the opposition, it was only a matter of time before the Flying Eagles got their second goal. And it was Nnadi who provided the moment of magic. In the 68th minute, he received the ball just inside his own half and immediately made a beeline for the Argentinian penalty area. With his quick feet and close control, he evaded several challenges before unleashing a powerful shot that rocketed into the top corner of the net. It was a truly breathtaking goal from the youngster. Argentina tried to mount a late comeback, but Nigeria held on to secure a hard-fought victory and progress to the knockout stages of the tournament. The win was a significant one for the Flying Eagles, who have been tipped as one of the dark horses of the tournament. They now have six points from their two matches and are well-placed to top their group. With Nnadi in such scintillating form, they will be a force to be reckoned with in the knockout stages. Conclusion The Flying Eagles' triumph over Argentina was a real moment of pride for Nigerian football. The team showed great determination and skill to come out on top against a strong opposition. And in Maxwell Effiom Nnadi, they have a player who could well go on to become a superstar of the future. As the FIFA U-20 World Cup continues to unfold, all eyes will be on the Flying Eagles and their talented midfielder. #NEWS Read the full article

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Pink Cake (Jack x Reader)

Sitting in the back of an Uber car, you couldn't stop the tears from streaming down your face.

"Are you alright, miss?" The older gentleman driver kindly asked.

Smiling and making eye contact in the rear view mirror, you started nodding. "I'm great, actually. Definitely happy tears."

"Well that's good to hear." the driver chuckled, seeing you lift the small ultrasound picture so he could see it in the mirror. "Congratulations."

"Thank you." you stared back down at the picture.

You had found out you were pregnant almost a month ago, but the doctor had warned you that there may be complications. He was unable to get a heart beat and he couldn't get a clear image of the baby. You had hesitantly told Jack, but the two of you had kept it to yourselves and tried your hardest not to get your hopes up.

You hadn't told Jack about your appointment today, but you were beyond excited to tell him the results. After worrying for another month, your baby girl was healthy and happy at 18 weeks.

You sent out a group text to the rest of the boys. "Hey everyone. If Jack is by you right now, don't read this text until later. I have a huge surprise for him BUT YOU HAVE TO KEEP YOUR MOUTHS SHUT. We need everyone to come over tonight (I'm telling Jack we're having a movie night) and I want everyone to bring a pink food or drink. Anything. The pinker and girlier, the better! [you can probably tell what his surprise is] Everyone should arrive around 8:30. Love you guys! See you later!"

You replied to a load of congratulations texts you had received back and everyone was in. Joe suggested he invite a few more of their YouTuber friends that weren't on the group text. You agreed knowing the more of you that got together, the better time you always had. Joe had practically doubled the number of people showing up.

After straightening the flat, you sent Jack to shower. Filling in Conor on the plan, the two of you hid cameras all over the flat.

Sitting in the living room watching the boys play Fifa, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." you said, letting in the first group of guests. Joe, Caspar, and Oli all walked into the flat, greeting the boys on the couch.

"Oooo, what'd you bring?" Jack asked, staring at the TV trying to beat his brother.

"Ice cream, cupcakes, and a bottle of Rose." Joe called out, taking everything to the kitchen and joining the boys in the living room.

The doorbell rang again straight away. Josh got up and let Simon, JJ, and the Cals into the flat, pointing to the kitchen. "Just put the food in there." he said smiling.

"Holy shit. We're going to have so much food left over." Conor said, causing Jack to look up.

"Ay! Haven't seen you guys in a while." Jack called out, still focused on the video game.

Simon handed his food off to one of the other guys and walked over to watch Fifa. "Ooo, your team is shit, mate." Simon commented, making the boys in the living room laugh.

Cherries, a few more bottles of Rose, strawberry jello shots, and pink chocolate covered strawberries had been added to the food. Your kitchen was looking very pink. Zoe, Alfie, and Marcus joined the group followed by Abe and Alex and a few of the boy's non YouTube friends. This added Strawberry Lemonade and vodka, pink cookies, a tray of watermelon, bags of different pink candies, and raspberry sorbet.

You loved that the flat was full of your friends. Between JJ's loud ass laughter, knowing Jack was going to freak out, and watching your friends catching up with each other, you couldn't keep a smile off of your face.

Jack beat Conor in Fifa and they switched out controllers with JJ and Simon. You had left a Pink frosted cake in Mikey's fridge as a way to get Jack out of the flat for a few minutes. "Hey babe, can you go get the cake I made? It's in Mikey's flat."

"Why can't Mikey get it?" he fake whined.

"Do you really trust LP to not drop it?" you laughed, going up on your tip toes to kiss Jack. "Please?"

"Oh, alright. I'll be back in a few. Where is it?" He asked, grabbing Mikey's keys from him..

"The fridge. Thanks, love." you called, shutting the door behind him.

"Alright. He'll be back in a few minutes. How can we make it to where he knows right away?" you said, watching the boys pause the game and put the controllers by the TV.

"I think we should all be holding one of the pink foods when he walks in." Caspar suggested.

"He's going to shit." Conor laughed, helping you hand the food out. "I'm not going to hold anything so that I can grab the cake before he drops it."

"Perfect." you said, waiting by the door. "I'm so nervous." you couldn't sit still.

Conor pulled you into a hug. "Don't be, love. He's going to be so happy."

You could hear footsteps approaching the door. "He's coming." you whispered to everyone standing in the living room.

When Jack opened the door, you could tell he was focused on not dropping the cake. When he saw you standing there waiting for him, he asked "Babe, why did you make a pink cake. You hate pink." He laughed and tried to hand it to you.

"No reason." you answered and told him to hand it to Conor instead. When he rounded the corner and handed the cake to Conor, he saw everyone standing there facing him with big smiles on their faces. "What's going on..." he laughed and started asking, but froze when he realized that all of the food was pink.

Jack turned to face you with his mouth hanging open. His eyes dropped to your stomach and then back up to your face. "Are we...? Is everything...? It's really..." Jack stuttered, tears threatening to fall from his watery eyes.

You had already started crying again. Nodding, you tried to wipe the tears from your cheeks. "You're gonna be a dad."

Jack ran back to you and pulled you into his arms, spinning you around. The whole room was cheering, shouting out congratulations and laughing. "She's alright?" he asked once he had sat you back down, his voice muffled by your hair.

"She's perfect." you replied. Everyone had started setting down the food and had surround the two of you in one massive group hug.

When you finally broke apart, you were congratulated by everyone individually. Some of the boys opened the alcohol and had pulled Jack out onto the balcony, everybody pulling out their vlogging cameras.

The rest of the night was perfect. You were happy that so many people had showed up. You did end up ordering pizza so that no one died of a sugar overdose. Games were played, your friends vlogged, and you got to catch up with some of your favorite people.

After making sure everyone had a safe ride home and sending most of the left over food home with people, you guys set about cleaning up. Jack was silent the whole time, but he had a huge smile on his face. "Lets go to bed, love." he said, walking up behind you and slipping his hands over your tummy.

"Sounds good to me." you smiled, putting your hands over his.

After changing into comfy clothes and finishing your nightly routine, you crawled into the bed and waited for Jack. When he finally joined you, he immediately pulled the covers down and snuggled his face against your stomach.

"Is she really okay?" he asked, softly running his fingers back and forth across the skin of your bare belly.

"She's completely healthy." you said, smiling but yawning. "Lets go to sleep, love." you started running your fingers through Jack's hair.

Crawling back up to kiss you, Jack pulled you to lay across his chest. "Sweet dreams, mommy."

"Sweet dreams, daddy." you replied, letting the rhythm of Jack's chest rising and falling lull you to sleep.

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positions - t.h smut

a/n: thank you for requesting !! (2.7k words)

disclaimer: smut (18+), praise kink, spanking, choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it !!!)

Your new single has just released, along with a music video, and Tom was so proud of you. He hadn’t heard the song yet, you wanted this single to be a surprise for him, but seeing as you were busy today meeting up with your team to work on promo for your upcoming album, Tom decided to make the boys watch the video with him on the TV in his living room. The boys all gather round, Harry jumping on the sofa next to Tom, Harrison curled up on the other end with his feet resting on the coffee table while Tuwaine sits in his armchair, all facing the TV and chattering and laughing with one another. Tom starts up the TV, and can see that your music video is on the trending page, he smiles to himself as all the boys cheer, excited at your success. They knew if you were there you’d be super appreciative of all the support. Tom clicks on the video, the boys all watching intently as your name pops on the screen, followed by the song title ‘positions.’ Tom’s eyes immediately widen, a slight flush adorning his cheeks as the boys all taunt and tease him, knowing damn well if the lyrics are as suggestive as the title he’ll never hear the end of it.

“This song actually bops, y’know,” Tuwane chimes in, dancing along to the rhythm.

“Of course it does, it’s y/n, we all knew it’d be amazing,” Harrison adds, knowing how much music means to you and watching your success over the last few years continue to grow.

“Mate, the visuals on this are incredible,” Harry is focused on the aesthetics more than anything, appreciating the director’s vision.

But Tom is focused on you the whole time, and how stunning you look in each shot, but also the lyrics to the song. He feels his cheeks flush, knowing this song is about him. Tom has a distant smile on his lips the entire time watching the video, he cannot get over how gorgeous you look on top of how this song is about him. The video ends, and the boys are all praising the video, the song, the vocals, everything while Tom taps away at his phone, dropping you a text.

are you switching positions for me?

Tom locks his phone, not expecting a response straight away but his eyes shoot down to the screen as your message pops up; you know it, baby ;)

Tom smiles to himself, joining in the conversation with the other boys about their favourite aspects of the music video and the song.

“Tom, what was your favourite part of the video?” Tuwaine asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I think we all know what Tom’s favourite part was,” Harrison smirks, referring to the scene where you’re on your knees, checking your food in the oven, ass on display. Tom shoves Harrison, all the other boys taunting him, chuckling to themselves.

“Yeah so funny, H. Obviously I loved the whole video, but yeah, I mean who wouldn’t enjoy seeing their girlfriend in that position.”

“We all thoroughly enjoyed it,” Tuwaine butts in, Tom throwing a pillow at him. “It’s all jokes, man, we know she’s off limits.”

“Yeah, you better be joking,” he chuckles. The boys carry on, playing some fifa and messing around for the rest of the day. After playing a few games of fifa, Tom pulls out his phone, scrolling through instagram. He sees you’ve posted a clip of your new song, liking and commenting what you doing on monday? ;)

The comment gets thousands of likes within minutes, Tom smiling to himself as he reads the replies. Your response pops up and he bites his lip as he reads; guess you’ll have to find out 🤭

All the replies start rolling in, a bunch of fans, both yours and Tom’s, replying to the comments absolutely losing their shit. Tom smiles, reposting your post to his story and locking his phone again before heading to the bathroom for a shower. Tom runs the shower, playing your song and putting it on repeat as he hops in, washing his hair and humming along to the tune, letting the hot water run on his tense muscles, exhausted from the shooting he’d been doing recently. After a few minutes, he hears the door open and instantly knows it’s you, a smile gracing his lips as he feels the shower door open.

“Hey, love, how’d you get in here?” He pulls your naked body close to his own, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Your own hands make their way to his shoulders, smiling up at him.

“Harry let me in, said you were in the shower so I thought I’d join you.” You bite your lip, pushing up against Tom’s bare body. “I’m guessing you like the new song?”

Tom let’s put a breathy laugh, his eyes twinkling as he softly smiles down at you, “I love it, babe, the video, too. I’ve been playing it on loop.”

You smile up at Tom, biting your lower lip before reaching behind him for his shower gel. You pour some into your hands, lathering it up before moving your hands back to Tom’s shoulders, moving them in circular motions to clean his skin, your hands moving down his chest. “What’s your favourite lyric?”

Tom sighs contentedly, loving the feeling of your hands on his skin, “probably the line ‘cooking in the kitchen then I’m in the bedroom’.”

You playfully smack his chest, rolling your eyes at him as you smile. Of course Tom’s favourite line would be the one insinuating food and sex. “How did I guess that’d be your favourite?” Your hands work down his arms now, soap lathering on his skin as the water from the shower hits Tom’s back. Tom grips your hands in his own, moving them back up to his shoulders before leaning down and pressing his lips against your own in a soft, yet needy, kiss.

“I missed you today, love,” he whispers, voice raspy and deep. You meet his eyes, deep brown irises darkened with lust. You feel Tom’s hands trail down to your ass, squeezing your skin before giving a sharp slap to each cheek. You bite your lip, the impact making you jolt forward a little, your breasts pushing up against Tom’s chest.

“Hmm, did you now?” Your own hands travel down Tom’s back, giving his perky bum a quick squeeze before they move around his waist, feeling his hard abs beneath your fingertips, you run your fingers up his torso and chest. One of your hand dips lower, teasing around his erect cock sitting against his stomach, ghosting your touch on him. Tom let’s out a low growl, pulling you into him and kissing you passionately. You kiss Tom back, a mesh of teeth and tongue in a fit of fiery passion, your hands roaming his warm skin as his grope at your ass, water running down both your bodies. You bite your lip as you pull back, breathing heavily as you say “shall we get a little more comfortable?”

Boy, I’m tryna meet your mama, on a Sunday

Tom nods, pecking your lips again before you reach behind him, turning off the shower. Your wet body presses against his and you can feel his hard cock on your stomach, your pussy clenching at the thought of having him inside you. Pressing another kiss to Tom’s puckered lips, you turn and open the shower door, stepping out and wrapping yourself up in a fluffy towel. Tom follows suit, wrapping a towel around his waist before moving behind you and slapping your ass playfully. You leave the bathroom, which luckily is right opposite Tom’s bedroom, and hurry into his room, Tom following behind you, hair dripping, droplets of water falling down his broad shoulders and chest. He closes the door behind him, and you’re immediately in his arms again, your hands snaking their way up to his wet curls as his own wrap around your waist, pulling you into him. Tom pushes you against the nearest wall, lips moving against your own, his hands making their way down to your thighs, encouraging you to jump up. You do so, wrapping your legs around his towel clad hips, your own towel lifting up with your movements, your bare pussy feeling the friction of Tom’s towel. You moan against Tom’s lips, your hips grinding against his own, feeling his hard dick through the towel.

And make a lotta love, on Monday

“Drop your towel, Tommy,” you speak against his lips, one of Tom’s hands moving to his towel, untying the knot and dropping it to the floor, his lips never leaving yours. You feel his cock against your thigh, your pussy clenching, aching to have him inside you. Tom’s fingers creep under your towel, ghosting around your aching heat as he teases your folds, not quite touching where you need him to. You’re whining into the kiss, your hips pushing forward in attempt to make contact with his slender fingers.

I don’t need no one else, babe

“You’re so needy, aren’t you?” He taunts, breathily chuckling against your lips, his breath tickling your chin. You nod, hands pulling him into you, his lips back on your own in a fiery kiss, growing more and more passionate as you grind your hips. Tom finally makes contact with your wet entrance, groaning at how ready you are for him already. His digits slide through your glistening folds, to your clit, rubbing and teasing as your heart beats faster in your chest, legs beginning to shake at the sensation. “Want me to fuck you right here?”

‘Cause I’ll be

You groan, eyes rolling back as you nod your head against Tom’s bedroom wall, your pussy aching as you let the towel fall from your chest, Tom ripping it off the rest of the way and revealing your perfect breasts to him. Tom’s lips are on your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin as he continues rubbing your clit, feeling how your legs shake for him. You reach between your bodies, gripping Tom’s hard cock in your hand, pumping him before guiding his tip to your entrance. Tom’s cock slides into you easily, your head rolling back as you moan, Tom letting out a grunt at the feeling of your warm, wet walls around his aching dick. He thrusts up into you, holding your ass as he pushes you against the wall, keeping you in position, the tip of his cock nudging your g spot with each stroke, you clench down on him, hands gripping onto his shoulders as he fucks up into you.

“Fuck, just like that, Tommy.” Your voice is breathy, panting, heart racing as Tom’s thrusts speed up, hands gripping your ass and your back arching into him, boobs pushing against his bare skin.

Swtchin’ the positions for you

You feel your back being ripped from against the wall, helping gently as Tom turns while holding you, your hands clinging to him as he pecks your lips, sitting on the edge of the bed. You unwrap your legs from his waist, pushing your knees onto the bed, Tom’s cock never leaving your grip the whole time. You start grinding on him, hips moving up and down slowly at first, finding that rhythm that sends you both into a euphoric state. Tom pulls you in for another kiss, feeling your body push up on his as you begin to bounce on his cock, clenching on him as you pull up before sitting back down, the friction rubbing your clit just enough. “Such a good girl for me.”

Cook in’ in the kitchen then I’m in the bedroom

You whimper, Tom’s hands squeezing your ass, guiding your movements along his dick. Your grip on his shoulders tightens, feeling yourself edging closer to your high. “You look so, fuck, so pretty bouncing on my cock, angel.” Tom’s voice is deep, raspy moans escaping his lips every so often as he watches his cock disappear into your pussy, your head rolling back as you continue your movements. Tom wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him again before swiftly placing you on the bed, rolling you onto your stomach and separating your legs, knees bent before thrusting back into you. You moan into the sheets below you, the new angle ensuring Tom’s cock hits deeper than before, hitting that sweet spot inside you. You lurch forward with each thrust from Tom, his arms either side of you, holding up his weight. Your eyes roll back, your hands gripping onto the sheets as Tom’s skin slaps yours, filling the room with lewd noises. Tom’s hand moves to your hair, gripping a fistful and pulling you up, you can hear your wetness as he fucks up into you. His fingers move from your hair around to your neck, fingers gripping your throat as he fucks you.

“God, you’re always so fucking tight for me.” Tom’s voice shakes, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he feels your cunt clench on him, your wetness making his movements easier, your back arching as Tom’s grip on your throat tightens ever so slightly, just enough to make you breathless in the best way. You moan, Tom’s tip hitting your g spot in a particularly sharp thrust, making you lurch forward. Tom pulls out, flipping the two of you over, so he’s lay back on the bed, you on top; “I want you to ride me, baby, reverse.”

I’m in the Olympics, way I’m jumping through hoops

You bend down to kiss Tom, moaning against his lips before turning around, legs either side of Tom’s hips as he guides his aching dick back to your soaked entrance, teasing your folds before pushing back into you. You push against him, sitting back on his cock, feeling Tom’s hips thrust up against your movements. You feel Tom’s hands grip your ass, he occasionally delivers sharp slaps to both your cheeks, leaving your ass stinging in the best way, your back arching with the pleasure. One of your hands rests on Tom’s thigh, the other moving between your legs to rub circles on your clit as you continue bouncing on his cock, your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. “Fuck, Tom!”

Know my love infinite, nothing I wouldn’t do

“That’s it, baby, take all of me. Just like that, fuck,” Tom’s meeting your movements with his own, staring at your wet cunt concealing his thick cock, encouraging you to carry on; “keep rubbing your clit, love. Want you to cum on my cock.” You moan at his words, head rolling forward as you bounce on him, faster now, Tom hitting all the right angles inside you, your fingers working overtime on your sensitive clit, Tom hitting your g spot with every thrust. Your breathing is rapid, heart beating in your throat as your legs begin to shake, pussy clenching on Tom’s dick, his own hips thrusting erratically as he nears his high. “Cum for me, angel.”

That I won’t do

You do as told, hips slamming down as your cunt grips Tom’s dick, whimpers falling past your plump lips, bitten and bruised, as Tom reaches his own high, his cum shooting deep inside you as his hands grip onto your ass cheeks, his own legs shaking from his orgasm. You take a second to recover, panting as you come down from your high, pulling off Tom’s cock you feel his cum spill down your thighs. You turn around, straddling his hips as you flop down on top of him, Tom chuckling as he wraps his arms around you, tracing gentle circles on your bare shoulder as his other hand plays with your hair. You press a kiss to his collarbone, still exhausted from your activities.

Switchin’ for you

“Well, that was amazing.” Tom breathes, voice broken and chest rising and falling with his still rapid breaths.

“It’s always amazing with you, babe.” You giggle, fingers tracing the skin on his bulging bicep, his hand rested under his head. Tom presses a light kiss to your forehead, his arms gripping onto your waist before he flips you over again, you let out a quiet giggle before smiling devilishly up at him, hands reaching around his neck.

“I’m not done with you yet, love.”

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As an esport gamer myself, I find the article engrossing and informative for my research. Understanding these studies will be useful in my practice as it will help me realise the influence of the expanding trend of esports on the sports industry as well as the video games industry.

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I find the article useful for my study as it reflects the assessment of video games and the brand placements by analysing players' responses towards a 2D, 3D and a VR video game. This will help me gain knowledge about the advantages and the disadvantages, which I can use to reduce the harm to a game's rating.

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I find this book useful for my study, as the authors try to shed light on the facts that have been discussed for a long period of time, yet has no proper argument to support or deny these facts. This will help me learn about topics such as the contribution of video games towards depression and how we can use these video games as teaching aids.

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In this article, Pascal Luban concentrates on the overall quality of the game & the consequences if it doesn't meet the expected level of quality. Luban P. is a freelance creative director and game designer and been working in the game industry since 1995 with major studios and publishers such as Activision, SCEE, Ubisoft and DICE‌. Luban P. feels CD Projekt Red had a severe encounter with the launch of AAA title, Cyberpunk 2077 as it is affected by too many bugs and was unable to function accurately on the latest gen consoles. I agree with the author. Unlike other products, we see the game's deficiency as a part of a player's suffering and find it normal to get a few gigabytes' updates (aka patches) to fix this. But what we don't realise is the loss of the player's playing experience. And this affects a studio's prominence. I find this article helpful as it gives me a game studio's working insight and the consequences a studio might have due to an affected AAA title.

8. Rowe, M.S. (2019). Boundary Work and Early Careers in Design and Media. Poetics, 72, pp.70–80. [Accessed Jan 10, 2021]

This article by Matthew S. Rowe explores the unpredictable conditions faced by emerging professional artists in the creative field. The article highlights the prevalent tension between art and commerce in creative work outlines a cultural difference to which these workers situates themselves to clashing work experiences. An interview of 55 graphics designers & digital media artists was conducted concerning their early-career developments. The findings demonstrate how these artists working in commercial fields use segmentation and integration as a way to define and explain their work experience. The author asserts that boundary work is a very useful theory if one desires to understand the early career experience. I chose to read this article to search and to understand more about the career and its possibilities for me in the future.

9. Zagała, K. and Strzelecki, A. (2019). eSports Evolution in Football Game Series. Physical Culture and Sport. Studies and Research. [Accessed Dec 9, 2020]

This article focusses on the subject surrounding online games and competitions. The authors attempt to studying the esports platform, with an example of the FIFA game series. The study shows the participation of 452 gamers, of which most of them consider esport as an actual sport. During this study, the authors explore the online gaming platform, with around 2.36 billion players in 2018. I feel the development of the gaming industry over the years was justified by the numbers of active players. As an active FIFA player myself, I find this study quite impressive and a great way to learn about the important aspects of a game which keeps a player involved. This will also help me keep up with the current FIFA affairs of the ever-expanding video game industry.

10. Gill Hasson (2019). Communication: How to Connect with Anyone. [online] Available at: https://learning.oreilly.com/library/view/communication/9780857087508/ [Accessed Jan 10, 2021].‌

The author of the book concentrates on communication, one of the most basic & important, yet complex skills of an individual, and the issues that contribute to miscommunication. Miscommunication in the workplace can harm confidence, productivity and the working relationships between multiple departments. Hasson G. emphasis on positive communication, and the ways to recognise and overcome the obstacles of miscommunication. The is an exciting book, especially for someone like me, an international student, where communication plays a vital role in my everyday life. Referring to the book, I feel I can use it to develop myself to avoid miscommunication and be able to communicate effectively & acutely not only today but also once I start working in the future.

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Twitter's origins lie in a "daylong brainstorming session" held by board members of the podcasting company Odeo. Jack Dorsey, then an undergraduate student at New York University, introduced the idea of an individual using an SMS service to communicate with a small group.[25][26] The original project code name for the service was twttr, an idea that Williams later ascribed to Noah Glass,[27] inspired by Flickr and the five-character length of American SMS short codes. The decision was also partly due to the fact that the domain twitter.com was already in use, and it was six months after the launch of twttr that the crew purchased the domain and changed the name of the service to Twitter.[28] The developers initially considered "10958" as a short code, but later changed it to "40404" for "ease of use and memorability".[29] Work on the project started on March 21, 2006, when Dorsey published the first Twitter message at 9:50 p.m. Pacific Standard Time (PST): "just setting up my twttr".[4] Dorsey has explained the origin of the "Twitter" title:

s Angeles Lakers' victory in the 2010 NBA Finals on June 17,[48] and then again at the close of Japan's victory over Denmark in the World Cup when users published 3,283 tweets per second.[49] The record was set again during the 2011 FIFA Women's World Cup Final between Japan and the United States, when 7,196 tweets per second were published.[50] When American singer Michael Jackson died on June 25, 2009, Twitter servers crashed after users were updating their status to include the words "Michael Jackson" at a rate of 100,000 tweets per hour.[51] The current record as of August 3, 2013 was set in Japan, with 143,199 tweets per second during a television screening of the movie Castle in the Sky[52] (beating the previous record of 33,388, also set by Japan for the television screening of the same movie).[53]

Twitter acquired application developer Atebits on April 11, 2010. Atebits had developed the Apple Design Award-winning Twitter client Tweetie for the Mac and iPhone. The application, now called "Twitter" and distributed free of charge, is the official Twitter client for the iPhone, iPad and Mac.[54]

From September through October 2010, the company began rolling out "New Twitter", an entirely revamped edition of twitter.com. Changes included the ability to see pictures and videos without leaving Twitter itself by clicking on individual tweets which contain links to images and clips from a variety of supported websites including YouTube and Flickr, and a complete overhaul of the interface, which shifted links such as '@mentions' and 'Retweets' above the Twitter stream, while 'Messages' and 'Log Out' became accessible via a black bar at the very top of twitter.com. As of November 1, 2010, the company confirmed that the "New Twitter experience" had been rolled out to all users. In 2019, Twitter was announced to be the 10th most downloaded mobile app of the decade, from 2010 to 2019.[55]

2011–2014 On April 5, 2011, Twitter tested a new homepage and phased out the "Old Twitter".[56] However, a glitch came about after the page was launched, so the previous "retro" homepage was still in use until the issues were resolved; the new homepage was reintroduced on April 20.[57][58] On December 8, 2011, Twitter overhauled its website once more to feature the "Fly" design, which the service says is easier for new users to follow and promotes advertising. In addition to the Home tab, the Connect and Discover tabs were introduced along with a redesigned profile and timeline of Tweets. The site's layout has been compared to that of Facebook.[59][60] On February 21, 2012, it was announced that Twitter and Yandex agreed to a partnership. Yandex, a Russian search engine, finds value within the partnership due to Twitter's real time news feeds. Twitter's director of business development explained that it is important to have Twitter content where Twitter users go.[61] On March 21, 2012, Twitter celebrated its sixth birthday while also announcing that it had 140 million users and 340 million tweets per day. The number of users was up 40% from their September 2011 number, which was said to have been at 100 million at the time.[62]

In April 2012, Twitter announced that it was opening an office in Detroit, with the aim of working with automotive brands and advertising agencies.[63] Twitter also expanded its office in Dublin.[64] On June 5, 2012, a modified logo was unveiled through the company blog, removing the text to showcase the slightly redesigned bird as the sole symbol of Twitter.[65][66] On October 5, 2012, Twitter acquired a video clip company called Vine that launched in January 2013.[67][68] Twitter released Vine as a standalone app that allows users to create and share six-second looping video clips on January 24, 2013. Vine videos shared on Twitter are visible directly in users' Twitter feeds.[69] Due to an influx of inappropriate content, it is now rated 17+ in Apple's[needs update][70] app store.[71] On December 18, 2012, Twitter announced it had surpassed 200 million monthly active users. Twitter hit 100 million monthly active users in September 2011.[72]

On January 28, 2013, Twitter acquired Crashlytics in order to build out its mobile developer products.[73]

On April 18, 2013, Twitter launched a music app called Twitter Music for the iPhone.[74] On August 28, 2013, Twitter acquired Trendrr,[75] followed by the acquisition of MoPub on September 9, 2013.[76] As of September 2013, the company's data showed that 200 million users sent over 400 million tweets daily, with nearly 60% of tweets sent from mobile devices.[77] On June 4, 2014, Twitter announced that it would acquire Namo Media, a technology firm specializing in "native advertising" for mobile devices.[78] On June 19, 2014, Twitter announced that it had reached an undisclosed deal to buy SnappyTV, a service that helps edit and share video from television broadcasts.[79][80] The company was helping broadcasters and rights holders to share video content bo

...we came across the word 'twitter', and it was just perfect. The definition was 'a short burst of inconsequential information,' and 'chirps from birds'. And that's exactly what the product was.[30]

The first Twitter prototype, developed by Dorsey and contractor Florian Weber, was used as an internal service for Odeo employees.[31] The full version was introduced publicly on July 15, 2006.[13] In October 2006, Biz Stone, Evan Williams, Dorsey, and other members of Odeo formed Obvious Corporation and acquired Odeo, together with its assets — including Odeo.com and Twitter.com — from the investors and shareholders.[32] Williams fired Glass, who was silent about his part in Twitter's startup until 2011.[33] Twitter spun off into its own company in April 2007.[34] Williams provided insight into the ambiguity that defined this early period in a 2013 interview:

With Twitter, it wasn't clear what it was. They called it a social network, they called it microblogging, but it was hard to define, because it didn't replace anything. There was this path of discovery with something like that, where over time you figure out what it is. Twitter actually changed from what we thought it was in the beginning, which we described as status updates and a social utility. It is that, in part, but the insight we eventually came to was Twitter was really more of an information network than it is a social network.[35]

The tipping point for Twitter's popularity was the 2007 South by Southwest Interactive (SXSWi) conference. During the event, Twitter usage increased from 20,000 tweets per day to 60,000.[36][37] "The Twitter people cleverly placed two 60-inch plasma screens in the conference hallways, exclusively streaming Twitter messages," remarked Newsweek's Steven Levy. "Hundreds of conference-goers kept tabs on each other via constant twitters. Panelists and speakers mentioned the service, and the bloggers in attendance touted it."[38] Reaction at the conference was highly positive. Blogger Scott Beale said that Twitter was "absolutely ruling" SXSWi. Social software researcher danah boyd said Twitter was "owning" the conference.[39] Twitter staff received the festival's Web Award prize with the remark "we'd like to thank you in 140 characters or less. And we just did!"[40]

The first unassisted off-Earth Twitter message was posted from the International Space Station by NASA astronaut T. J. Creamer on January 22, 2010.[41] By late November 2010, an average of a dozen updates per day were posted on the astronauts' communal account, @NASA_Astronauts. NASA has also hosted over 25 "tweetups", events that provide guests with VIP access to NASA facilities and speakers with the goal of leveraging participants' social networks to further the outreach goals of NASA. In August 2010, the company appointed Adam Bain from News Corp.'s Fox Audience Network as president of revenue.[42]

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2007–2010 The company experienced rapid initial growth. It had 400,000 tweets posted per quarter in 2007. This grew to 100 million tweets posted per quarter in 2008. In February 2010, Twitter users were sending 50 million tweets per day.[43] By March 2010, the company recorded over 70,000 registered applications.[44] As of June 2010, about 65 million tweets were posted each day, equaling about 750 tweets sent each second, according to Twitter.[45] As of March 2011, that was about 140 million tweets posted daily.[46] As noted on Compete.com, Twitter moved up to the third-highest-ranking social networking site in January 2009 from its previous rank of twenty-second.[47]

Jack Dorsey, co-founder and CEO of Twitter, in 2009 Twitter's usage spikes during prominent events. For example, a record was set during the 2010 FIFA World Cup when fans wrote 2,940 tweets per second in the thirty-second period after Japan scored against Cameroon on June 14. The record was broken again when 3,085 tweets per second were posted after the Lo

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Harry with the kiddies on Easter Sunday, can we talk about this? X

Easter Sunday with the kiddies is spent at Anne’s this particularyear. Last year was spent with your parents and given that you tend to rotateany holidays, your rightful place was to be in Cheshire. 

The day starts off with afamily breakfast in the garden. A beautiful spread of foods - fruits and freshpastries, cereals of all kinds for the kiddies to pick and choose from, goldentoast with best butter - all sitting against the whitest dinner and side platesatop the blue and white gingham check table cloth that Anne refers to asher “spring dining set”. 

The kiddies would have theirown places set at the table, with Anne sitting between them, while you andHarry are sat on the other side with Gem and Michal, who have the high chairfor their 18-month year old set at the head of the table 

On top of your little girl’splate sits a tiny gold Lindt bunny, the exact same on your little boy’s platetoo. Their first little Easter treat from Nana Anne for them to enjoy overa little bit of healthy goodness with the droves of other foods.

It’s silent first thing in themorning. Nothing but the birds chirping and the rustling of trees. You’re awakeearly with Anne, the two of you mulling around, laying the table together asyou enjoy the light morning chat over coffee and tea. The morning sun brushingnicely over your skin, much like Harry’s finger tips do when he walks barefootinto the garden dress in navy blue shorts and white t-shirt, unequivocallyrelaxed and greets you with a soft morning peck to the lips.

And the conversation is softand light hearted as Harry reaches for the cutlery and lays it out as he circlesthe table while doing so, stopping by Anne’s side and leaving a morning kissonto her cheek, his hand reaching out to steal the little chocolate bunny witha whiny comment chastising Anne in forgetting her own kids. Anne, of course,swatting his hand away with a light tut and the shake of her head.

Your laughter is broken up bythe sound of little feet patting to the open French doors, your eyes turning tosee your little girl with haphazard curls rubbing her eyes and sleepily asking,“Mommy can we have chocolate for breakfast this morning?” a question that shehas asked every morning since she has broken up from school to start the Easterholidays.

Harry’s quick to get her fromthe doorway, swiping her up in a smooth motion, the swiftness causes yourlittle girl to giggle as he pulls her above his head, with tickling hands, beforesetting her on his hip as her giggles of ‘Daddy stop!” start to die down andshe presses her nose into his like the two of them always do.

You hear him whisper ‘Cyclops’and she whispers it back. The two of them referring to the other looking like theyonly have one eye now, because she’s pressing her nose so hard (as hard as three-year-oldcan do anyway to a grown man) into her Daddy’s.

Early morning becomes mid-morning,and before you know it your son and daughter are both politely standing infront of Nana Anne as she hands over two baskets for the two of them to collectthe eggs that have been hidden in the garden for the mini baskets that the two ofthem had decorated yesterday afternoon not long after you had arrived up fromLondon.

The person who gets the mosteggs will win the big egg that Nana Anne had bought in her weekly grocery shop.Except you know that there are three eggs that are the same size, hidden in thepantry because Nana Anne can’t have any of her gran-kiddies missing out.

Harry and Michal both volunteer,a little too overzealously for thirty-something men, to take the third basketfor Gemma’s little boy, the two of them jostling the other out of the way asthey head to the door towards the garden.

The gleeful screams of your twochildren, and babbles of delight from Gem’s baby boy on her hip, fill you witha sense of joy unlike any other. Contentment that only strengthens when you letyour eyes scan the garden and see your husband, stood in the middle of thegrass, eyes squinting over at you before he lifts his hand to his forehead toshield his eyes from the sun, wanting to get a proper look at you.  

Your gaze is only broken fromhis when your little girl comes to you wearing a look that fills you withconcern when her big eyes, blue but bound to turn green, blink up at you. Bendingdown on your knees and sinking to her level, you ask her what the frown is allabout and she confesses that she can’t find her final egg around the garden.

Daddy to the rescue when heslips up behind the two of you and drops the egg in the eye of your daughter,her head tilting back with eyes filled with wonder as she looks with twinkling eyes.Her little hand reaches up to take it from his fingers only for him to pullback, just slightly, and have her push up onto her tippy-toes in those pinkglitter shoes that she begged you to buy her from Marks and Spencer, eventhough you thought they were incredibly tacky.

He chuckles, seeing thedetermination on her face, knowing that if she adds this to her basket, she’swon the Easter Egg Hunt. When she does get her hands on the egg, she’s quick toscarper across the garden to Anne, you spin around to watch Anne greet her withan animated smile as she counts out the eggs and claps your daughter for herefforts.

Your son drags his feet to youwhen he realises he isn’t the first out of the two but smiles (a smile sosimilar to one that Harry also gives to his Mum) with delight when after lunch Annewalks up to him, arms behind her back, and presents him with his own specialegg that is Avengers themed because he’s a little bit obsessed with CaptainAmerica.

Later you walk in on your daughtersleeping against Anne’s couch, chocolate dribbling out of her mouth and into herhair as she’s fallen asleep eating sweets, your son happily content and sittingbetween his Dad’s legs on the carpeted floor watching the game of Fifa that hasHarry thrashing Michal 6 – 1 playing as FC Bayern Munich against Barcelona.

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FIFA 18 Tips and Tricks: How to Defend Against Pace?

"Pace" is something of a foul word in the realm of FIFA. A significant number of us have stacked up an online match of Ultimate Team and been welcomed by a feared resistance of speedsters, complete with strikers out of position just to ensure the perspiration doesn't quit pouring.

We've all despised "the p-word" out of disappointment when losing a match, yet how is it reliably conceivable to stop groups who neglect squad balance for speed over the pitch?

Cheap seat Report addressed a scope of top-level FIFA players to answer only that. In spite of the fact that managing pace can be overpowering—and tenacious—there's a bunch of strategies that can swing the fight to support you.

While most gamers are fit for giving some opposition by depending on a cautious setup, how would you keep up a steady assaulting danger while keeping things tight at the back?

"Be forceful and attempt to peruse their play; the counter-assault will be accessible in the event that you win the ball early," Lightning Pandas' esports player Sean "Dragonn" Allen said.

Hasib "BosnianMonster11," a normal top-100 FUT Champions player on PlayStation 4, proposes a powerful method for managing pace is by not giving your rival a chance to have the ball.

"Guarding against pace is troublesome, particularly in the event that you don't have the top-level FUT players, which are hard to achieve," BosnianMonster11 said.

"There's an answer for each issue, however. Play ownership football in a protective development or match your adversary's arrangement. I for one use 4-2-3-1 restricted. It enables me to play an ownership style of play while likewise having two guarded midfielders to rapidly track back. I would then be able to change to them so as to slice the passing paths to the approaching advances."

Proactiveness is a common subject on the mission to beat the individuals who depend on speed to get through guards. Frequently, even FIFA 18's best focus back pairings will leave an abyss of room open for advances to abuse. The threat is self-evident—and ought to wind up clear when a striker lays the ball off before blasting forward—however managing it is a significantly more testing errand.

"Attempt to choose one of your middle backs and watch the run, you ought to have the option to catch," Dragonn prompted.

AS Roma's esports star Sam "Poacher" Carmody concurs with Dragonn's declaration: "Endeavor to recognize the keeps running as ahead of schedule as could be allowed so you can modify and control your inside backs to stop them."

Jamie "Jamboo" Rigden, an esports player for West Ham United, likewise takes note of a moment perusing of the game is required: "The best way to stop pace is to physically change to a protector and either obstruct the pass or track the sprinter. Contingent upon the position, it might likewise be successful to bring the goalkeeper out to clear up."

Top-100 Xbox player Thekesss additionally included: "In the event that it is tight and you are protecting against pace, at that point it's ideal to be tolerant until you 100 percent realize you will make the handle."

Preparing of time is just fine, however in those minutes where it doesn't work, a back-up plan is required.

"I'm apprehensive once the ball is through, your most solid option is to haul a full-pull out of position utilizing the correct stick to change and endeavor to pull the assailant while the remainder of your back line is improved," BosnianMonster11 said.

The execution of custom strategies guarantees most players will fall back on a style they've used for an all-encompassing timeframe. Minor subtleties can have an enormous effect, and this is especially evident when confronting snappy groups.

"I think whether you're managing somebody who is unmistakably utilizing pace with super through balls, the best approach to stop it is to set your cautious line to remain profound," Jamboo said.

Poacher likewise pursues this line of reasoning. "Lower the weight/hostility on your custom strategies. I like to have them both between 30-45 relying upon the arrangement," he said. "You can guard against pace without custom strategies, yet it's simpler with them in the event that you don't have a decent weight system. Presently I simply use what I ordinarily would utilize and change during the game to how I see fit."

BosnianMonster11 proposes a high line is kept up in the event that you use the offside device in custom strategies, however singular player guidelines can likewise pay profits. "Just use 'remain back while assaulting' or 'cut passing paths' on your full-backs and cautious mids to diminish the likeliness of pace having a play," he said.

Regardless of your strategic inclination, there's one circumstance on FIFA 18 that leaves most of players looking up to the nature of the restriction's counter-assaulting aptitude. Corners can frequently transform into essential circumstances for the group taking them, as an abrupt loss of ownership can possibly leave you uncovered on the break.

"I play mine short so my group can change, as lost belonging would permit a fast bursting counter-assault, which is incredibly risky," BosnianMonster11 said. "When you're confronting the Premier League stars like Raheem Sterling, Anthony Martial or Ahmed Musa, you realize an objective is calling."

Over a year after FUT Champions opened up aggressive FIFA to a worldwide group of spectators of players—from hopeful experts to built up names—discuss a narrowing "aptitude hole" has pursued a large portion of the arrangement's patches and updates.

Talk of AI-guarding more often than not drives the discussion. This is the demonstration of keeping your safeguards in position by neglecting to change to them while physically hauling a midfielder back to vie for the ball. It's a typical strategy among players as it guarantees your group shape remains strong, however does it have any kind of effect against quality pace groups?

"In specific positions, it's as yet powerful to give the AI a chance to guard; second-man squeezing is exceptionally successful in certain zones and a great deal of the time can in any case lead to the AI winning you the ball back," said Jamboo.

Poacher doesn't trust AI protecting is a feasible strategy against the best, however there's all that could possibly be needed space to abuse it during lower-level matches. "It's not the best system to shield at the professional dimension, however it's viable for the individuals who are untalented as you can undoubtedly pull off it," he said.

In spite of AI protecting turning into a well known strategy, the roof for progress is much lower if it's persistently utilized. "You can just give the AI a chance to safeguard partly; they can at present float off and make senseless handles in the event that you don't control them," Dragonn said. "Simulated intelligence shielding works some of the time at the top dimension, however you won't see numerous aces manhandling it." More FIFA 18 Tips can be learned from this article: FIFA 18 Player Review: Gueye (83)

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FIFA 18: basic hints and traps from the genuine specialists

A month ago, GR+ went to Vancouver in front of the arrival of FIFA 18 to pick the brains of makers EA Canada – a trek which brought about our manual for Ultimate Team, construct particularly in light of the guidance (Click here to fifa 18 coins） the engineers gave us. However, now the amusement's out and I'm moving toward the 80-hour stamp I've discovered that there's one wellspring of tips and traps far and away superior then the designers, or other gaming sites. That source is… you. (Click here to fifa 18 coins for sale）

So GR+ is serving up something it's never done. A whole tips and traps highlight based around the absolute best guidance given by committed clients of the authority FIFA Forums, Reddit, Operation Sports and that's only the tip of the iceberg. FIFA is a titanic brute so it's difficult to cover everything, except these are the brilliant pieces which have emerged and supported myself, and other FIFA players on the GR+ group. Got one you think exceeds the majority of the underneath? Hit me on Twitter and I'll consider adding it to the waitlist.

Exhausted of the gameplay? Utilize sliders

One of FIFA 18's principle issues is absence of assortment, with the PC ready to ping-pong go voluntarily on upper trouble levels. You can revise that by utilizing the in-diversion slider framework to change each component of the match motor. (Go to Customize > Settings > Game Settings > User Gameplay Customisation. Matt10 from Operation Sports is the master of this stuff, and his prescribed slider set is beneath. For additionally subtle elements, make certain to peruse his top to bottom clarification of what every slider influences.

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FIRST SPEAKERS ANNOUNCED!

AD STARS 2019 will bring together some of the world’s most inspiring creative, production and technology experts over three days from 22nd to 24th August in Busan, South Korea.

The AD STARS program will feature some of the world’s most brilliant creative minds and cutting-edge technologists in North Asia. On the Open Stage, AD STARS will host Creative School, which is open free-of-charge to anyone with an interest in commercial creativity. The Video Stage is also open to anyone and features successful branded content case studies and insights from creators and influencers. This year’s speakers include:

Alejandro Ortiz, VP and Creative Director at Casanova//McCann in New York  Alejandro Ortiz has worked in creative hot shops all over the world, from Deutsch/LA and TBWA\Chiat\Day to Casanova//McCann, where he’s been since 2006. One of the most fun projects he’s ever worked on was “Share-a-Coke 1,000 Name Celebration”, a campaign of over 1,000 radio spots and songs inspired by people’s names. The campaign won the AD STARS Grand Prix in 2018, and Ortiz is coming to AD STARS to spill the beans on its creation.

Bharat Avalani, Chief Knowledge Officer at the Asian Federation of Advertising Associations (AFAA), Malaysia In a session called, ‘Focus on Mattering, Not Marketing’, Bharat Avalani will prove that people with purpose thrive. Brands with purpose grow. Companies with purpose last. He calls this ‘mattering’, and believes businesses that do ‘mattering’ well generate five times the revenue of those that don’t. Bharat is a Unilever veteran and a storyteller at heart. He sits on the Executive Committee of the AFAA and on the Global Board of the International Advertising Association (IAA).

Ivan Codina, Managing Director – South East Asia, Japan, South Korea & Australia, LaLiga In a session called, ‘LaLiga in Asia: A Different Ball Game’, Ivan Codina is going to lift the lid on how LaLiga is growing support for the Spanish football league in Asia, positioning itself as an entertainment company, rather than a soccer league. Find out how LaLiga is using storytelling to successfully engage with passionate football fans and potential audiences across Asia.

Mike Sunda, Strategy Lead, MullenLowe Group Japan Mike Sunda will explain how an insight-driven cultural strategy can change the game for brands ahead of the Tokyo 2020 Olympics. Sunda leads planning on MullenLowe Group Japan’s Apple, Red Bull and Edgewell accounts, and launched ‘Tokyo 20XX’ in 2017, a cultural insights specialism offered by MullenLowe Group Japan that connects brands with the city’s effervescent creator communities. Prior to joining MullenLowe Group Japan, he wrote extensively about Japanese culture for global publications including the BBC, Vice and The Japan Times.

Minsoo Cho, former Chief Marketing Officer at L'Oréal Korea Using real examples, Minsoo Cho will investigate the struggles and successes experienced by big consumer products goods (CPG) companies when it comes to digital marketing. There are valuable lessons to be learned from other brands’ digital marketing experiments over the past decade. Cho will suggest a framework for the digital transformation journey, and her session will be especially relevant to marketers in the beauty, CPG or digital marketing field. She has 20 years of experience in FMCG marketing across Korea, China and Singapore.

Seong Cheol (Bruce) Lee, Sales Director & Minkyung Lee, Solution Architect, Nokia Korea Did you know the world's first 5G mobile commercial service started in Korea? Nokia’s Seong Cheol Lee and Minkyung Lee will share their ideas about how 5G will affect the environment for consumers and businesses. Be the first to know about new services coming to light, security in 5G, and the implications for marketers in the Zero touch era.

YeonJeong Kim, Head of Global KPOP Partnerships, Twitter At AD STARS 2019, YeonJeong Kim will shed light on the global K-pop phenomenon and her role at Twitter, which includes driving #KpopTwitter communities via partnerships with leading Kpop artists/management companies, and Korean broadcasters around the world. Before joining Twitter in 2015, YeonJeong was Retail Marketing Lead at Microsoft Korea and Head of Brand Communications at Adidas Korea, where she led marketing campaigns and partnerships during the 2010 FIFA World Cup. She can be found at @TheNolja on Twitter.

Sung Un Chang, CEO and Designer at YOLK in Seoul In a session called ‘The Power of Innovation’, Sung Un Chang will share her own story of launching the Solar Cow project in a small village called Pokot in Kenya, Africa in 2018. The project won a 2019 CES Innovation Award in the category ‘Tech for a better world’, an AidEx 2018 Innovation Challenge Award, and the iF 2018 Social Impact Award.

Hugh Connelly, ECD, Huge Singapore & Martin Riley, MD APAC, Huge Singapore At Huge in Singapore, Hugh Connelly and Martin Riley are growing the agency’s client relationships across the Asia Pacific. Martin currently leads the SK-II relationship in Singapore and brings 18 years of experience building to the role. Hugh is responsible for the creative direction and execution for major clients at Huge including Mentos, UPS and Airheads. Together, they will shed light on their vision for Huge in Asia.

Shinichiro Muroyama, Executive Officer, LINE Corporation, Japan For tips on how to succeed in advertising, Shinichiro Muroyama’s session at AD STARS 2019 may provide the answer. As Executive Officer and Head of LINE Corporation’s Business Strategy Department, Muroyama will explain how the LINE Platform attracts deep user engagement.

With the theme ‘Influence’, AD STARS 2019 will take place at the Busan Exhibition and Convention Centre (Bexco) from August 22nd to 24th 2019 in South Korea, with more speaker announcements to follow shortly. For the full program or to buy tickets to AD STARS 2019, visit www.adstars.org