#lauren takes too long to say things

[thelaurenshippen]

finally taking the time to read through the SAG agreement summary and oof, I hope they have an AI town hall soon because...well, there are things to discuss!

so, in case folks are curious, here are my immediate takeaways from the deal as a SAG actor, a SAG producer, and person who is not any kind of expert but spends a lot of time being skeptical of contracts I sign. this is a summation/commentary, not a holistic breakdown of every point, nor even an in-depth discussion of the points I do talk about. and it is, of course, in no way legal advice or voting advice.

this post is already maybe the longest post I've ever written on tumblr (lol) and I feel like I've barely scratched the surface. to be clear, nothing I'm saying here represents how I'm going to vote, how I think other actors should vote, or my be-all-end-all stance on a particular issue. this is me reading through, flagging what concerns me, and asking myself questions. and I'm here to take your questions too! though of course my expertise is limited.

(what?? something I wrote got annoying long?? in my tumblr? it's more likely, etc. huge write-up after the cut)

the good

self-tape stuff: this is one of the more niche/the thing that the general public will find least interesting, but they've put in a lot of provisions to make sure self-tape auditions have limits (# of pages, no stunts, no nudity, doesn't have to be professionally shot, etc.) which is amazing because these types of auditions have gotten out of control since the pandemic. this feels like a great gain

data transparency: in no world did I think the streamers were ever going to agree to any data sharing with either the wga or sag so even though the data is limited, this still feels huge to me.

folks who sing and dance will be paid for both of those things now, which is great

they've added MLK day and Juneteenth as holidays (about time)

a performer cannot be required to translate their own lines

principal performers are required to be given hair and makeup consultation or reimbursed for obtaining their own services - this seems like a small thing, but it's being put in here pretty much entirely because HMU services have generally been appalling when it comes to textured hair/a variety of skin tones. there's also stuff in here about working to hire more diverse HMU artists

it looks like it's going to be easier/provide a path for folks getting IMDb credits even if they're not credited on screen

miscellany: there's a bunch of gains in wage increases, P&H increases, relocation fees, franchise language etc. that all seem good to me, though my limited knowledge on those subjects prevents me from going in depth on them.

this is not important, but it tickled me, there's a term to replace all instances of "telegraph" in the contract with "email & text" which like...why has it taken us thirty years to do that lol.

the "...hm..."

intimacy coordinators: oof. when I watched the press conference SAG gave, I was fucking thrilled when they said that the new agreement required folks to hire intimacy coordinators for nudity and simulated sex scenes. that was almost reason enough for me to vote for it tbh - not requiring it is the exact reason I voted no on our last contract. however, reading the contract summary now, the exact language is: "Producer must use best efforts to engage an Intimacy Coordinator for scenes involving nudity or simulated sex and will consider in good faith any request by a performer to engage an Intimacy Coordinator for other scenes. Producer shall not retaliate against a performer for requesting an Intimacy Coordinator." this....sucks. "best efforts" and "good faith" are not the same as "required". IMO, an intimacy coordinator is the same thing as having a stunt coordinator or, like, any number of health and safety requirements. OSHA doesn't say you must "in good faith" put your "best effort" to providing fire exits. it's great that performers can request coordinators for any kind of scene, and this is still the strongest language we've ever had in a contract but....c'mon guys.

residuals: look, I can't speak to these new terms in any concrete way. there are increases, there are bonuses for streaming success, there's a whole thing about a fund regarding those successes that I need explained to me more in depth, but overall, it looks like we made some in-roads here. as someone who employs actors under digital distribution contracts that has no residuals (podcasts), I know how genuinely cumbersome the unholy trifecta of "views-success-profit" can be (as in views do not equal success, success does not equal profit, etc.). I also have no sympathy when the majority of companies dealing with that cumbersome trifecta are massive media conglomerates. anyway, long story short, idk if this is good enough, I'm hoping to attend the next info meeting sag has.

the bad

the new hair/makeup provisions are explicitly for principal actors. while I hope it leads to better, more inclusive HMU services all around I haaaate that this implies supporting or background actors (who oftentimes also have to sit in HMU) don't deserve the consideration. (then again, background actors are usually required to do their own HMU/bring their own costumes, but for productions where that's not the case, the same HMU provisions should apply IMO)

as with every contract, there's language that could be stronger, clarity that needs to exist, and important things missing - but this isn't the final contract and I'm not a lawyer, so I'm gonna leave that stuff to the experts.

but, "lauren", you say, "what about all the AI stuff? where does that go?" well, reader, I was planning on including that in the above but it's the hot-button issue right now and I think it's wickedly complicated, so I wanted to break it down separately, after I had a chance to point out all the good-bad-in-between stuff that's not getting talked about.

a note: in my career, I've learned there's two big things to keep in mind when reading a contract you might sign:

what is the worst case interpretation of this language (thank you to my lawyer, prince among men, for teaching me how to do this in practice (that said, anything I say here is not legal advice, he'd also want me to say that lol))

what are you willing to lose/compromise on/what are the limits of your pragmatism? contracts are not about a company giving you everything you want out of the goodness of their heart - it is always a compromise. pragmatism has to be a part of the equation.

so, with that said, I'm going to play a little devil's advocate here, and a) try to find the good/the pragmatic and b) catastrophize the worst case scenario. but first, it might be handy to look at this SAG infographic for some basic definitions. let's go.

the AI good

a ton of stuff here requires consent. that is not a small thing, and the consent continues even after your death (whether it was a yes or no; though this can be complicated by your estate/your union)

the language does establish that the consent must be a separate signing from the employment contract, even if its in the contract, which is great (but more on that below - timing matters)

actors often do get paid for use of their digital replicas, though it's different based on the use/type of replica.

the actor must be provided with a "reasonably specific description of the intended use". this language is vaguer than I would like, because it allows producers to decide what "reasonably specific" and "intended" means - there's always going to be some vagueness when it comes to this specific thing, but a good start would be for producers to require not blanket consent, but conditional consent for each significant use of digital replicas.

if the replicas are being used in other mediums, that must also be consented to, thank god.

replicas cannot be used in place of background actor counts on a given day - if I'm understanding this correctly, this means a production can't just have a bunch of fake background actors by themselves, they have to engage real people up to a certain number first (which in this new contract is 25 for TV and 85 for movies). we're already filling in background with digital people or copy-pasting of the same crowd over and over and have been doing so since at least the late 90s, so it's good we're continuing to put up boundaries around that.

the AI "...hm..."

it's unclear (to me) when an actor can be asked to consent. IMO, everything is meaningless if the consent is happening as part of regular contract negotiations. these things have to happen when - and only when - the actor has already been engaged in a role and feels empowered to say no

the use of independently created replicas (replicas pulled from existing footage, not created by the actor) being allowed without consent under first amendment reasoning - this is obviously concerning a lot of people bc first amendment arguments are so broad. that said, there's a pragmatism part of me that understands this is already happening/has been happening for a while and used in ways I think are perfectly fine - I was just watching the new episode of For All Mankind (one of the best TV shows right now!) and it's an alternate history, which meant that in the opening scenes of this season they had some bonkers good deep fakes of Al Gore saying stuff he never said. I think that's okay to do in a fiction show that imagines a different US history! "but Lauren", you might be saying, "Al Gore isn't a member of SAG!" are you sure? are you positive? because I'm pretty certain he is - he was in several episodes of 30 Rock, way more people are in SAG than you think (every NPR reporter for instance), and the two worst presidents we've had in the last 50 years (yes, those ones), are both definitely members of SAG (even if one is dead). now, the other side of this is that public figures like politicians are under a different social contract than actors, and if they wanted to sue, they could, unlike the average SAG actor who might have their image abused. this is why this is in the "hm" column - deep fakes and parody/satire/commentary use of replicas is already here and there's always going to be a 1st amendment argument to make, so we need to figure out how best to limit those and protect the most vulnerable.

alteration: with this language, a project can digitally alter without consent if the script and performance stays "substantially" the same. again, this language is too mealy-mouthed. I don't know that I have a huge problem with a line of dialogue getting replaced with a digital version of that actors voice if, for instance, a word was mispronounced, or wind garbled the sound or whatever - yes, it would eliminate the need for ADR, but if we put some limit on it like..."if there are more than 5 lines in a given episode/movie that require digital alteration in the service of clarity, the actor must be engaged for an ADR session or paid for the digital replacement" then I could see this being workable. I'm also personally okay with things like costumes being digitally altered but, again, we need limitations on that. digital altering cannot replace the art of costuming but, for instance, if a costume needs to be altered to include a hate symbol or something, I think that's fine (example: I have friends who worked at the VFX house for an alternate history TV show that involved a lot of Nazi costuming and set design - a huge part of that VFX house's job was to put swastikas in places, rather than props making nazi flags. I'm okay with that!) but again, these fringe cases do not a compelling arugment make, and this contract language can be interpreted too broadly for my comfort! like everything else in this "hm" category, I need to see the final contract language to decide.

the AI bad

there's a bunch of circumstances in which actors don't get paid for creating their replica/use of it and those circumstances are too broad for my taste.

synthetic performers - this is just awful. no. no, we should not be allowing AI to generate entire actors. just............no. there's some language about the producers having to talk to the union if the synthetic performer is "used in place of a performer who would have been engaged under this Agreement in a human role" but this doesn't apply to non-human characters so....wouldn't that be all roles?? leaving the producers room to be like "this role has to be synthetic, we never would've cast a human!" is bullshit. also, even if we're having AI create a magical talking unicorn whole cloth (which, like, also no, we have artists for this), that unicorn still needs to be voiced by a human person. this whole section is a disaster.

the exceptions to consent for digital alteration are bad-bad. I talked about the potential ADR replacement above and that has a whole host of issues with it that I didn't even get into, but I can see the argument. the rest are very troubling:

there is an exception under "any circumstance when dubbing or use of a double is permitted under the Codified Basic Agreement or Television Agreement" - okay, so does this mean we can replace dubbing artists and stunt performers entirely? this section is about digital alteration, but who's to say alteration couldn't turn an actor broadly miming a fight into an entirely digital, expertly performed fight that usually a stunt double would have done? with AI translation technology, does this mean we're replacing VO artists for dubs entirely? bad!

similarly, "Adjusting lip and/or other facial or body movement and/or the voice of the performer to a foreign language, or for purposes of changes to dialogue or photography necessary for license or sale to a particular market" - Justine Bateman has a great twitter thread on the terrible puppetry potential of this but I want to draw attention to the particular market bit - we all know that selling to china is such a huge part of studios' strategies that they'll remove entire scenes or lines around queer stuff. to me, this clause makes all of that so much easier. I know the argument here is going to be "we can replace swear words and license it for kids!" which.......sure? fine? but, uh, we already have ways to deal with that? and the potential for abuse here is terrifying to me. with all the digital alteration stuff too, there's just so much icky implication for the beauty/body standard to get so much worse.

if a background actor’s digital replica is used in the role of a principal performer, they'll be paid as if they actually performed the days for that role, which, sure, but uhhhh why are we saying it's okay for a digital replica of a background actor to suddenly be a leading role!?!?! I can't think of anything more demoralizing than going to set to act in background (a job I've done! an important job! a fun job a lot of the time! but creatively limited) and then getting a much bigger role (the dream!) and.....not being able to, you know, act that role or be in scenes with other principal actors or do the thing that you've dedicated your life to doing. nightmare stuff.

woof. there's so much more to say but I'm going to leave it there. these are the concerns I'm going to go into SAG's meetings with, and the concerns I'll be considering as I decide how to vote. I know there are things I didn't address and very possibly things I misinterpreted or misrepresented - if you're an actor, I highly recommend a) reading that Justine Bateman thread and b) attending SAG's meetings to ask questions and express your concerns. and I'd love to hear what y'all think! my ask box is open.

[thelaurenshippen]

oooh interesting question! thanks for tagging me @holliwoobz!

I have complicated feelings about the word "creator", but I have complicated feelings about nearly every term used to refer to what I do, so it's no better or worse for me than any other. this question could just as easily have the word "artist" or "writer" or "podcaster" and I think my response would be equally ambivalent. in any case, I'm not sure that I have a strong definition for feeling like a creator - on the one hand, I felt like a creator the moment I put pen to paper and wrote my first story and on the other hand, I still don't feel like a creator at all, because I don't feel fully successful as one. I make my living from a patchwork of things, and creating is, in many ways, the smallest contributor to that patchwork.

but there are a few moments that stick out to me in the "oh shit I'm really doing this" feeling -

the table read for @thebrightsessions - hearing Julia, Briggon, and Anna give voice to these characters that had been only in my head was deeply surreal and rewarding

seeing fanart for the very first time. I remember it SO vividly. it was on instagram, in march of 2016, pretty much just after our second season began. it was a few doodles of chloe and I remember thinking "if this is it, if this show completely falls apart tomorrow, I'll be satisfied, because someone felt moved enough by it to make their own art"

recording the season 3 finale of TBS, the safe house episodes. those were the first episodes we ever recorded in a studio, not my bedroom (the only other episode we recorded in a studio in the first 4 seasons of TBS was the musical) and it was a full, 8 hour recording day, with pretty much the whole cast at, like, a real, fancy-ass studio that I dipped into my measly savings to cover and I sat in the parking lot for a full hour because I woke up at 6am and by 7:30 I just had to get out of the fucking house even if the session didn't start until 9. I had not one single goddamn clue of what I was doing, had never directed anything in a studio, had never tried to block anything before and, sure, we'd rehearsed, but I felt entirely unprepared. and then, you know, not the most emotionally chill episodes ever, so by the end of it, I was wrung out. but I got back into my car that evening and thought about how ten hours earlier I'd had to stare at the steering wheel and concentrate on not throwing up and now I was driving home having done it and done it well and maybe I really could make something of myself in this medium

and even now, having written hundreds of episodes of audio drama, directed even more than that, having worked with big companies and produced indie shows from other creators, having been hired to consult as an "expert", invited to speak at conferences and to college classes, I still sort of feel like I'm going to throw up every time I'm about to walk into that studio. I constantly have that feeling of "well, I made something that some people like, but that was a fluke, I'm not really a writer".

part of this is, of course, just your garden variety imposter syndrome that I'm not sure any of us ever truly get rid of. but the other big piece, the lesson I learned a few years into making shit and having it go somewhere, is that you never really arrive. you're never done, you've never made it. I long for the day that I'll be able to just write and make things and have that be enough to pay for my life and, god forbid, actually contribute to my retirement account, but I know that that level of stability won't necessarily mean I finally feel like a creator, like that's my job, like that's who I am, and like that's enough. but every day I do create, and that's the important part. so that's the feeling I try to focus on.

Audio drama creators: what moment made you feel like you were *actually* a creator?

[faaun]

ok let's catch up quickly

[alotofpockets]

Clingy | Vivianne Miedema x Man City!Reader

5k celebration prompt: "Do you really think she likes that you're so clingy?"

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.3k

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You had been at City for a few years now, and your teammates knew you well. They knew you loved the team, and hanging out together, but they also knew that you weren’t as affectionate as most of them were. 

Never did your teammates think anything of you not being affectionate with them. It wasn’t something everyone enjoyed, and they knew that. They were just happy to have you around.

However when Viv joined the team, all of a sudden they saw a shift in your affection. 

The first time they noticed something was when you were on the bus, sitting next to Viv. Her head leaning on your shoulder, after she had fallen asleep. Most of your teammates had seen the moment, but figured Viv had just nodded off, and you didn’t want to wake her.

But it wasn’t just that moment. It didn’t matter in what environment you were, Viv always found a way to be near you.

When walking towards the pitch for training, Viv would loop her arm through yours. You never shrugged her off, and your teammates noticed there how naturally you let it happen.

During drills at training, she would nudge your shoulder ever so often while waiting for the next drill. Sometimes it was to point something out, other times it was to joke around.

Even during games. When you and Viv would both sit on the bench, she made sure to sit next to you. When someone would try to squeeze in, she would subtly shift so she could keep her spot next to you.

When you were out with some of the girls, they noticed that Viv would place her hand on your arm or leg casually, like it was the most normal thing ever. It might be a normal thing for most people, but for you it wasn’t.

The girls had never seen you let anyone get so close to you, and they kept being amazed.  They couldn’t wrap their head around the fact that you let Viv be so clingy, while usually you didn’t even like when people touched you in general. Were you just letting it happen because you didn’t want to make Viv feel bad? Or were you enjoying it as much as she was?

It was the first movie night since Viv joined, that someone decided to voice their thoughts. The movie started and to no one's surprise, Viv sat down next to you. It didn’t take long for her to get comfortable and cuddle into your side, her legs resting on yours. 

About halfway through the movie, you got a call. “Sorry, I have to take this.” You whispered into Viv’s ear. Gently pulling your body away from underneath hers. Some of your teammates shot you questioning looks. “It’s okay, just keep playing the movie. I’ll be right back.”

You moved into the hallway of Jill’s apartment, closing the door behind you to block the noise that was coming from the living room before you picked up the phone.

Viv looked after you, sad to have lost the comfort that you were giving her. Alanna noticed the longing looks she was sending to the door. “Viv, do you really think she likes that you're so clingy?" The question came out rougher than intended, but Alanna went with it anyway.

Her head turned to Alanna and the rest of the girls. “Yeah, why wouldn’t she?” Viv asked with her brow slightly furrowed. Surely if you didn’t like her doing so, you would have told her by now.

The movie was paused and all attention was on your conversation now. “Well, it’s just that I’ve never seen her be touchy with anyone. In fact I’ve seen her push people off or tell them off when they’re touching her for too long.” 

Some of the girls chuckled, and Lauren added, “It’s commonly known that she doesn’t like it when people touch her.” A statement that came with a few nods from the rest of the girls.

Before you could say anything, Jill jumped in. “Yeah, well you guys don’t know y/n outside of City. I grew up with those two, they’ve always been like this.” 

Kerstin build up Jill’s point more. “Literally. When I joined them at the national team, I for real thought they were dating.”

Viv’s cheeks turn red at Kerstin’s words, peaking the interest of the team even further than the conversation about if you liked the clinginess or not.

You returned to the living room and all eyes were on you. It felt a little uneasy, so you quickly sat down next to Viv again. But instead of her leaning into your side like she usually did, she kept sitting up straight. It looked like she was actively making sure that she wasn’t touching you.

The whole situation felt awkward. The movie paused, and all eyes on you. Well, all eyes except Viv’s, who seemed to be ignoring you at all costs. “Can someone please tell me what’s going on?”

Jill exchanged a quick look with Alanne before speaking up, deciding it was best if she took the lead in answering. “We were just talking about how close you and Viv are. Nothing bad!” 

Your eyes narrowed at the addition of the ‘nothing bad’. No one ever added that when that was the case. 

"Right," Lauren added, trying to lighten the mood but failing miserably. "We were just saying it’s surprising—since you’re not usually, you know, touchy with anyone."

You look between them, a frown forming on your face. “Okay, and?” You didn’t like when people analysed you in the first place, but why did they have to bring Viv into it?

“Well,” Alanna spoke up after the rest of the team seemed to hesitate. “we were wondering if you’re actually okay with it. You don’t really let people touch you ever. But Jill said you two have been this way for ages, and that’s kind of where the conversation ended.”

Viv’s posture and refusal to meet your eye, suddenly made sense. They had said something to make her doubt herself, or even worse make her doubt you and your actions. 

“Seriously?” You snap at them, feeling the anger boil inside your chest. “Don’t you have something better to do than analyse who I let into my personal space?”

The team looked taken back, not expecting your anger. You realised it had come out sharper than intended, so after taking a deep breath, you softened your tone. “Look, I know I’m not the most affectionate person, but it’s Viv. I don’t mind Viv being clingy. And if you think for a second that I would let anyone do anything that I didn’t want, you don’t know me at all.”

The team knew very well that you knew you would stand your ground and not let anyone walk over you, so they should’ve realised that you would’ve also not let Viv do something you didn’t like. 

Finally Viv looked up at you, her fingers still fidgeting with the sleeves of her hoodie. “You really don’t mind?”

You shake your head and reach for her hand. “No, not at all. I like it even.” With a gentle tug at her hand, you pull her back into your side. 

The rest of the girls kept watching you, as you pulled Viv closer and wrapped your arm around her. “Can we please move on and continue watching this movie?” 

Viv lightly chuckled at the girls mumbling their sorry’s as they turned back to the TV. You squeeze her a little tighter. “Don’t let them get to your head. If you ever question something, please just come to me.” She nodded her head, and got comfortable again. 

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[thelaurenshippen]

🚨🚨🚨ALERT ALERT🚨🚨🚨

The WGA Audio Alliance has released guidelines for ALL audio writers - union and nonunion alike! - for how to best support the strike.

We worked really hard on this - it was an incredible group effort and I'm so proud of all the work the Alliance has been doing in support of the strike. I've copied the guidelines below as a read more, and color coded the safe, iffy, and not good action sections with green, yellow, and red for easy reading! There are separate guidelines for members and non-members, so be sure to read the right section!

The 2023 Strike Rules put out by the Writers Guild of America, West (“WGAW”) and the Writers Guild of America, East (“WGAE”) (jointly, the “Guild” or “WGA”) cover the official guidelines that are in effect while the Guild has called for a Strike. One of the features of these Rules is the application of them to fiction podcasts that would be covered by a WGA contract.

In general, any writers (especially those who are members of the WGA) are advised to consult with the WGA Audio Alliance to determine whether such writing is prohibited before performing, or contracting to perform, any writing services. The WGA is not interested in punishing or banning writers for finding work in fiction podcasting during the strike, only in avoiding podcasts being used as a loophole for TV and film studios to develop new projects while they are being struck.

You are in safer territory working on a project that is already in development, rather than pitching out new ideas. You are also safer working on projects that are intended to be monetized as audio-only. A good rule of thumb is to ask yourself: “Could a TV or film studio use this project to generate money or intellectual property during the strike that they wouldn’t be otherwise?” If the answer is no, you’re probably good to go!

When in doubt, contact the WGA Audio Alliance at wgaaudio@gmail.com.

GET INVOLVED / SUPPORT THE STRIKE

Join the Audio Alliance Discord

Check out the Picket Schedules and Locations

Non-Member WGA Strike Support

QUICK LINKS AND DEFINITIONS

Official WGA 2023 Strike Rules — The official guidelines outlining the rules that must be followed by members of the WGA.

WGA 2020 MBA — The entirety of the WGA 2020 Minimum Basic Agreement. Page 18 lists the original signatories to the document, which are now the struck companies.

Who Owns Who in Podcasting — A table of the major companies in the podcasting industry and who owns them.

Podcast Taxonomy — Definitions of roles and credits in podcasting

Other Definitions:

Signatory: A company that has agreed to the WGA Minimum Basic Agreement (MBA) or Collective Bargaining Agreement (CBA). For the purposes of this strike, we’re only concerned with those who have signed the MBA.

Non-Signatory: A company that has not made an agreement with the WGA and therefore operates outside of the union and strike rules.

Podcast Network / Collective: A company or organization that is responsible for the distribution and/or ad-sales of multiple podcasts. A network can also be the creator/producer of each podcast on their network (Wondery), but this is not always the case (Radiotopia). Networks tend to have top-down power (iHeart), whereas collectives tend to have decentralized power (Maximum Fun), but these terms are largely used interchangeably as they serve similar functions for the shows that are part of them.

Podcast Studio: A company/organization that produces podcasts under one name (Gimlet, Parcast).

Platform / Publisher: A company or organization that distributes podcasts of all kinds on a dedicated app (Apple Podcasts, Overcast). Some of these platforms may also be networks (iHeart) or studios (Spotify).

Independent: For the purposes of this document, independent is defined as self-owned IP financed either through personal means, crowdfunding, or a third party with no controlling interest in the IP. When in doubt, contact the Audio Alliance.

GENERAL GUIDELINES

What are best practices around promoting my fiction podcast during the strike?

Promoting your own work to non-signatories is absolutely fine, though if you’d like to stand in solidarity, it is best to avoid promotional work or appearances that would benefit a struck company.

I am working with a non-signatory on a podcast and was hoping to negotiate my contract under the WGA MBA — can I still do that?

You can, but in the event you succeed in getting the project covered by the MBA you will have to strike. The Guild is not currently signing any new signatories, so it may be best to just hold off.

WGA MEMBER GUIDELINES

SAFE ACTIONS:

1. Can I write and produce my own independent fiction podcast?

Absolutely. As long as no part of production (including pre- and post-) involves a struck company, make your own stuff!

2. Can my independent fiction podcast join a non-signatory podcast network/collective?

Yes. As long as no signatory company is involved, making and profiting from your fiction podcast is not considered crossing the picket line. The exception to this would be if the network/collective is exploiting your IP for TV/film development. If the network/collective would fully or partly own your IP, please reach out to the Alliance or your Guild’s counsel for guidance.

3. Can I write a fiction podcast for a non-signatory company that has no ties to any WGA signatory to the MBA?

Yes. As long as no signatory company is involved, making and profiting from your fiction podcast is not considered crossing the picket line. The exception to this would be if the company is exploiting your IP for TV/film development. If the company would fully or partly own your IP, please reach out to the Alliance or your Guild’s counsel for guidance.

IFFY ACTIONS / PROCEED WITH CAUTION:

4. Can I work on a fiction podcast with a non-signatory company that has strong ties to or is a subsidiary of a WGA signatory to the MBA (ex. Audible and Wondery are owned by Amazon, iHeart has a first look deal with UCP)?

Yes. However, guild members are barred from any work that may be considered or lead to TV/film development during the strike. Going pens down in sympathy on these projects is appreciated but not necessary. It is recommended that you try to include language in new deals that specifically precludes the development and pitching of the work for television or features until after the strike. If you have questions or concerns about your specific situation, please reach out to the Alliance or your Guild’s counsel for guidance.

5. Can I submit my fiction podcast to showcase events and festivals (i.e. The Gotham Project Market) during the strike?

Submission of literary material to a struck company, even indirectly, would be considered scabbing. We would encourage writers not to submit material for any of these kinds of programs in order to be sure they are not providing literary material to struck companies. If you have questions or concerns about your specific situation, please reach out to the Alliance or your Guild’s counsel for guidance.

ACTIONS THAT CROSS THE PICKET LINE:

6. Can I write a fiction podcast for a WGA signatory to the MBA?

No.

NOTE: If you are a staff member at a company under a WGA Collective Bargaining Agreement and your staff job involves writing a fiction podcast, you may continue to work. Shops under a CBA contract (like Gimlet, Ringer, and Parcast) have their own no-strike clauses in effect for their staff members and cannot strike or engage in a sympathy strike.

7. Can I take a meeting with a WGA signatory to the MBA to discuss fiction podcasts?

No. Meeting with WGA signatories during a strike is not allowed and would be considered crossing the picket line.

8. I already have a podcast — what if a company approaches me about optioning it for TV?

WGA Members cannot engage in negotiations regarding TV/film production during a strike, and entering into any agreement regarding TV or film during the strike would be considered crossing the picket line. If your option was already negotiated prior to the strike, a company may pick up the option and pay you during the strike, but no new work or negotiations may take place.

NON-MEMBER GUIDELINES

The Guild does not have the authority to discipline non-members for strikebreaking or scab writing. However, the Guild can and will bar that writer from future Guild membership. Standing in solidarity with WGA writers means not taking work with WGA signatory companies or companies owned and affiliated with WGA signatory companies that may be using fiction podcasts as a way of developing IP during the strike that could be adapted to television or film. In general, continuing work you were already doing prior to the strike is safer territory than pitching or developing new work during the strike. Also making clear boundaries for your work during the strike is encouraged. In order to stand in solidarity with fellow writers, exercise caution and reach out to the Alliance directly to ask about anything you’re uncertain about.

SAFE ACTIONS:

1. Can I write and produce my own independent fiction podcast?

Absolutely. As long as no part of production (including pre- and post-) involves a struck company, make your own stuff!

2. Can my independent fiction podcast join a non-signatory podcast network/collective?

Yes. As long as no signatory company is involved, making and profiting from your fiction podcast is not considered crossing the picket line. The exception to this would be if the network/collective is exploiting your IP for TV/film development. If the network/collective would fully or partly own your IP, please reach out to the Alliance for guidance.

3. If I have an existing contract with a WGA signatory to the MBA (or a subsidiary of one) to write a fiction podcast, can I continue to fulfill that agreement without crossing the picket line?

Yes. If you have an existing contract (especially one with a no-strike clause), you will have to finish those contracts and will NOT be barred from the WGA in the future. If you have questions or concerns about your specific situation, please reach out to the Alliance for guidance.

NOTE: If you are a staff member at a company under a WGA Collective Bargaining Agreement and your staff job involves writing a fiction podcast you may continue to work. Shops under a CBA contract (like Gimlet, Ringer, and Parcast) have their own no-strike clauses in effect for their staff members and cannot strike or engage in a sympathy strike.

4. Can I work on a fiction podcast with a non-signatory company that has strong ties to or is a subsidiary of a WGA Signatory to the MBA (ex. Audible and Wondery are owned by Amazon, iHeart has a first look deal with UCP)?

Yes. While this can be a murky area depending on the company’s intention (are they making a podcast solely to sell it into TV? Are they trying to get around the strike in order to keep their development machine moving?), having a connection to a TV / film entity does not automatically make a company struck. Going pens down in sympathy on these projects is appreciated but not necessary. It is recommended that you try to include language in new deals that specifically precludes the development and pitching of the work for television or features until after the strike. If you have questions or concerns about your specific situation, please reach out to the Alliance for guidance.

5. Can I write a fiction podcast for a non-signatory company that has no ties to any WGA signatory to the MBA?

Yes. As long as no signatory company is involved, making and profiting from your fiction podcast is not considered crossing the picket line. The exception to this would be if the company is exploiting your IP for TV / film development. If the company would fully or partly own your IP, please reach out to the Alliance for guidance.

IFFY ACTIONS / PROCEED WITH CAUTION:

6. Can I hire WGA members to write on my podcast?

Maybe. Guild members are prohibited from doing work-for-hire for non-signatory projects that may be developed into IP for television and features. If you are not planning on ever developing the project for television or features then you’re probably okay, but it’s still a gray area. If you have questions or concerns about your specific situation, please reach out to the Alliance for guidance.

7. Can I submit my fiction podcast to showcase events and festivals (i.e. The Gotham Project Market) during the strike?

Submission of literary material to a struck company, even indirectly, would be considered scabbing. We would encourage writers not to submit material for any of these kinds of programs in order to be sure they are not providing literary material to struck companies. If you have questions or concerns about your specific situation, please reach out to the Alliance for guidance.

ACTIONS THAT CROSS THE PICKET LINE:

8. Can I enter a new contract to write a fiction podcast for a WGA signatory to the MBA?

No. This would be considering scabbing and could bar you from future Guild membership. As non-members, only fulfilling EXISTING contracts will be allowed during the strike (see #3 above).

9. Can I take a meeting with a WGA signatory to the MBA to discuss fiction podcasts?

No. Meeting with WGA signatories during a strike is not allowed and would be considered crossing the picket line and could bar you from future Guild membership.

10. I already have a podcast — what if a company approaches me about optioning it for TV?

Entering into any agreement regarding TV or film during the strike would be considered crossing the picket line and could bar you from future Guild membership.

We've put together guidelines for fiction podcasters during the WGA Strike. While not part of the official Strike Rules, this doc is meant to serve as an additional set of guidelines for audio fiction writers (both members of the WGA & non-members) who want to either ensure they are following the rules of the strike or stand in solidarity with the WGA.

[lovelytsunoda]

indecent exposure // liam lawson

summary: some men should not be allowed to buy gag shirts when they go to vegas. liam lawson is not one of them. or, the liam face-sitting fic i've been ruminating on for months and never wrote.

pairing: liam lawson x female! reader

warnings: 18+!!! SMUT!!! porn with very minimal plot if i do say so myself. lots of double entendres for common police charges (disorderly conduct, indecent exposure etc.), liam refers to himself as 'agent lawson' and makes us all cringe with laughter. the actual face-sitting portion of the fic is really only a few paragraphs at the end lmao the foreplay was too fun with all the cop jokes-

author's note: somebody should take both my library card and every british detective show in existence away from me because this is what happens when i watch too many episodes of anything with a hot detective in it. never mind the fact that i binged lauren layne's new yorks finest series last year when i was snowed in and my classes were cancelled for almost a week

there was nothing that y/n loved more than coming home from a long day at work and taking her dress pants off. and her high heels, and her bra. typically this would be followed by a pint of ben and jerrys and a few episodes of 'grace and frankie'. sometimes it would be followed by a feel good eighties movie, or by her boyfriend ordering takeout and ravishing her while they waited for it to arrive.

all of these were good options, as far as y/n was concerned.

"hey babe!" liam shouted, darting across the hall from the small gym space they'd set up, to the master bedroom. "look what i found in the closet...jesus. you look gorgeous." he stopped in his tracks, eyes fixed on his goddess of a girlfriend as she stood in front of the gilded mirror next to the walk-in closet.

"you saw be before i left for work." she laughed, taking out the small diamond studs in her ears. they were a gift from liam for their anniversary. "all i've done is take off my slacks and bra, and undo my shirt a little bit."

but it wasn't the lack of pants that was getting liam all flustered, nor was it the way the collar of her silk work shirt dipped down just a little too far, the hem not quite long enough to cover the area where thigh met ass.

no, it was the black prada glasses that delicately framed her eyes. the eyes that had so captivated liam from the moment they met.

"if you ever decide to get contacts, i'm leaving you. seriously."

he wasn't serious in the slightest.

"the way you look in those glasses should be a crime. you're gorgeous, babe."

facing him, she laughed, hands on her hips. "i thought you threw that shirt out!"

she groaned internally, looking at the tight-fitting black cotton shirt that liam was wearing, and the cracking white vinyl lettering over his heart. fbi. a gag gift he had bought in vegas. it was too tight despite it's age, hugging each and every one of liam's muscles far too tight, and looking deceptively erotic when paired with his dark blue jeans.

"so did i! isn't it great?" he grinned like an idiot, spinning in a little circle to show off the writing on the back.

female body inspector.

who the fuck came up with these things? on any random guy in the street, she would have gagged at the vulgar implications of the words. on her boyfriend? she only rolled her eyes.

"there's a reason it went missing in the move, babe."

liam shook his head, ignoring her words. "ma'am, i'm special agent lawson from the federal bureau of investigations. i've received a complaint about disorderly conduct on the premises. and now that i'm here i might have to upgrade that charge to indecent exposure, little lady."

"you're such a fucking idiot." she giggled, looping her arms around her boyfriend's neck before kissing him softly. "i love you."

"love you more." he rasped in between kisses, his hands travelling underneath the hem of her shirt. "what do you say the two of us make a case for disturbing the peace?"

"if you make one more cop-related come on, i'm walking out that front door and never coming back."

liam flashed a shit-eating grin, raking his bleached blonde hair out of his face. "so does that mean you won't consent to a frisk search?"

"i will humor you this one time." she laughed, taking a step back. "take it away, agent. but you do realize that the fbi don't get to make disorderly conduct calls? that's a beat cop's job."

"i seem to recall that you have a right to remain silent?"

she winked, undoing another button on her shirt, the fabric falling away just enough to give liam a glimpse of the soft flesh of her breasts. "and i don't recall being read my rights."

"hands against the wall, feet shoulder width apart, you beautiful smartass." liam laughed, waiting for her to turn slightly before playfully swatting at her backside. "then i can read them to you."

the wall was cold against her palms as she got into position, listening half-heartedly as liam attempted to remember the american miranda rights. he got about as far as 'you have the right to remain silent' and 'you have the right to an attorney' before he gave up.

"you know what, this isn't that serious. fuck the right to remain silent, you have the right to remain sexy as fuck. how about that." she could hear the playful annoyance in his voice, and couldn't help the smile that broke out across her face.

there was the liam she knew and loved. not one to mince words, even in the bedroom.

his smooth hands were a welcome presence on her body, travelling up her legs, over her hips and up the sides of her torso. torturously slow, his warm hands dipped underneath her shirt, taking her breasts in his hands, her peaked nipples between his fingers.

heat rose to her skin, adding a rosy sheen in the halflight. she sighed under his touch, her head dropping back to rest on liam's shoulder. liam smiled fondly, one of his hands reaching for hers, the other dropping to cradle her waist.

"you're beautiful." he hummed, kissing her neck gently. "i hope you know that."

this was a side of liam that only she ever got to see. on the outside, he gave off frat boy energy: the hair, the way he carried himself. the way he spoke. but just under the surface, was a man who was wrapped around his girlfriend's finger. one who loved shamelessly, and with his whole heart.

pulling away from the wall, the turned in his hold to face him, tangling her hands in his hair and kissing him deeply.

"if you can get that shirt off without tearing a stitch, you can keep it."

liam beamed, breaking from the embrace to scramble for the hem of the worn t-shirt. he had almost gotten it over his head when he heard the first few stitches begin to pop, fabric getting stuck by his shoulders.

"fuck!"

"need some help with that?"

"i think i'm good!"

somehow they ended up on the bed, both half dressed and pent up. she was soaked through her thong, despite her earlier attitude towards the t-shirt and further proving the point that her lover looked good in just about anything (or nothing, for that matter). she was needy, every nerve in her body reacting to the way liam's tongue probed her mouth, the way his hands touched her body. the way he moaned when she pressed up against the bulge in his jeans.

"babe," he mumbled in between kisses. "do you trust me?"

she cocked an eyebrow, brushing his bangs out of his face before looking down at him "should i be worried?"

"do you trust me, yes or no?"

"of course, li. of course i trust you."

liam nodded. "good. so sit on my face."

she paused, almost as if her brain was sending up error messages. she knew this day would come. liam lawson would eat pussy any which way. truthfully, she was shocked this day hadn’t come sooner.

it wasn’t that she didn’t want to. of course she wanted to.

“babe, how will you be able to breathe? I’ll suffocate you.” she protested, reaching for his hand. “I don’t want that on my conscience.”

“sweetheart, it’s okay. you won’t hurt me. and if-god forbid-I do suffocate, trust me on this, I wouldn’t want to go out any other way than with your thighs on either side of my head.”

and with that, liam took her hands in his, and guided her towards where he needed her most. she looked down at him with a soft smile, running her fingers through his hair.

"i love you." she whispered, moving her hands to the headboard and beginning to lower herself down to meet her lovers tongue.

she inhaled sharply as she made contact, liam's plump lips mouthing at her pussy, her grip tightening on the wooden headboard.

"i've got you, princess." liam's voice was muffled, but his words were reassuring as he ran a hand up and down her thigh. "just ride my face, darlin'. use my tongue to get yourself off."

feeling bolder than she was when she first sat down, she began to grind on liam's face, his nose bumping against her swollen clit with each movement. every bit of friction, every swipe of liam's tongue drove her wild, was like setting fire to her nerve endings.

"oh sweet jesus, god." she whined, fighting the urge to close her thighs together around liam's head, focussing on the way his hands gripped her thighs in a bruising way. she looked down at his face and moaned again, seeing the pleasure mapped out on her boyfriend's features.

"oh, i'm in heaven." he moaned, pulling her down further to plunge his tongue inside of her, rapidly flicking it inside and out.

her eyes rolled back as her hips bucked, grinding against the tip of his nose as one hand came down to clutch at his hair. tears of pleasure pricked the corners of her eyes as she cried out his name.

"liam- right there, oh my god, keep doing that." she whined, trying to move her hips faster. liam's face was soaked, the entire bottom half coated in her juices. there was so much of it, running down the sides of his cheeks and soaking into the pillowcase behind him.

she felt so good she could barely see, screwing her eyes shut. her pants and whines became closer together and more high pitched, the movement of her hips more frantic as she chased that feeling, that high.

"are you going to cum for me, baby?" liam asked, pulling his face away from her. she continued to drip onto his face, and he opened his mouth wide, catching some of her slick on his tongue. "come on my face. please, i want to be drowning in it."

and how could she say no to that?

she could barely keep her shoulders straight as she resumed her motions, fingers gripping liam's hair to keep herself steady. his hands grasped desperately at the flesh of her ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging as one of her own hands came up to grasp at one of her tits, teasing the peaked nipple between her fingers.

"oh god, liam, i think i'm coming!"

"i've got you, i've got you. just breathe-"

his last word was cut off with a moan as she began to gush, coating his face in her release. his moans were muffled by the weight of her body, but they were no less loud as he set about licking her clean.

her legs felt like jello and her body like mush as liam tried to sit up, easing her body back so that she was sitting in his lap, wet core right over top of the massive bulge in his jeans. liam was certain that if she moved at all while she was on top of him, he'd come in his jeans. totally spent, she slumped against him, resting her head on his chest.

he leaned down to kiss her sweaty forehead and she scrunched up her face. she looked adorable in her fogged-up glasses with her messy hair. and liam couldn't stop his heart from melting as she reached for the box of tissues in the nightstand and began to clean up his face.

"that was incredible." her voice was soft as she cleaned him up. "i had no idea you could do that."

"don't give me all the credit." liam laughed, playfully nipping at her fingers as she moved to wipe his mouth down. "you played a very large part in why i'm still hard right now."

she laughed, a big smile on her face as she looped her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him softly. with his large hands holding her in place, they kissed again. sweet, chaste and soft, with no intention of it leading anywhere else.

at least, not this early in the evening.

TAGS:

@magnummagnussen @httpiastri @libraryofloveletters @cartierre @lorarri @userlando @diorleclerc

[leqonsluv3r]

heyy could you do some hcs abt re4 leon having a crush or dating a dso secretary? love your wirting sm <33

boss!re4 leon kennedy

—re4 leon!kennedy x dso!secretary reader, a headcanon list

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an: jesus, i’m reading terms and conditions by lauren asher, so the timing of this request is perfect. thank you anon <33

boss!leon kennedy who has high expectations when he hires you. thinking you’ll be different then the secretary’s before.

boss!leon kennedy who watches you arrive 5 minutes late on your first day, messing with your clothes and getting started on the tasks he asks. he doesn’t usually let his secretary’s be late, gives them hell for it. but for you he’s letting it go.

boss!leon kennedy who finds it hard to focus sometimes when you come into the agency, your heels clicking and snapping him from his reports like a siren sound.

boss!leon kennedy who always lets his eyes linger on your legs whenever you wear a skirt, letting his eyes linger a little too long. he swears one day he’ll fuck you with a skirt on, he almost promises himself.

boss!leon kennedy who likes the way you giggle at stupid jokes and things that are said around the office. he even cracks a few when he stops by your desk outside his office, just to hear your sweet laugh.

boss!leon kennedy who takes time memorizing everything you like. making mental notes for all the things you love and hate. just because he’s interested in anything involving you.

boss!leon kennedy who drives you home late one night. he wouldn’t dream of you paying for a taxi or walking, not a beautiful girl like you and not in the city late at night.

boss!leon kennedy who steals glances at you in your pretty work attire as he drives you home, listening to your brief talking of the stressful workday and all the people you had to deal with.

boss!leon kennedy who makes sure that all the stressful people come directly to him instead of you. not wanting to stress you out or make you cry (heaven forbid), he couldn’t bear the sight of that.

boss!leon kennedy who asks you to be his date to the agency’s annual banquet. telling you it’s just a work date, but who is he kidding? he just wants to see you dressed up in something that’s not a tight blouse or skirt for once.

boss!leon kennedy who picks you up two days later at your place. having the address memorized from when he dropped you off that one time. he watches you walk out in a dress that leaves little to the imagination.

boss!leon kennedy who introduces you as his date, shushing you when you try to tell them that your his secretary instead. and he loves the way your brows furrow in confusion as you look between him and the agency’s finest at the banquet.

boss!leon kennedy who practically sends glares in other men’s directions, daring them to even try and talk to you. he doesn’t trust other men, not with what’s soon to be his.

boss!leon kennedy begrudgingly agreeing to dance with you as you drag him to the banquet halls dance floor. your arms slung around his neck and his hands hesitantly on your waist. your perfume like an aphrodisiac to him, hints of vanilla and coconut wafting into his nose as you two say on the dance floor.

boss!leon kennedy who drags you out afterwards and takes you to a conference room in the banquet hall. before you can protest he presses his lips against yours and you return it, immediately getting the subtle hints he’s dropped this evening.

boss!leon kennedy who peppers kisses along your jawline and grinds his erection into your hips as you kiss, your hands pulling greedily at his hair and letting little sounds slip. he sits you on a table and keeps devouring you.

boss!leon kennedy who pushes your dress up as you lay back on the table. he takes his time teasing and devouring you, making you whine and grasp at his hair like a tether. the prettiest sounds falling from your lips as he makes you moan and chant his name.

boss!leon kennedy who doesn’t care if there is a banquet going on outside the door, he’s going to fuck you regardless, give you what you both so desperately want.

boss!leon kennedy who fucks you with intention, letting you accommodate to his size as he smothers kisses and hickeys to your jawline, moans slipping from your lips as he fucks you faster.

boss!leon kennedy who, afterwards, makes an excuse that your feeling ill to everyone and takes you back to his place.

boss!leon kennedy who helps you take off your ruined makeup from the sex at the banquet and brushes out your frazzled sex crazed hair. he even gets you one of his large t-shirts to sleep in. loving how the fabric drowns out your frame.

boss!leon kennedy who swears you’ve ruined all other women for him. he’ll never be the same again, he swears it. he presses kisses all over and guides you to the bed.

boss!leon kennedy who tells you that he likes you, wants to be with you. despite his stoic persona is nervous and just wants you all to himself. and when you agree, wanting him back. he feels like he won the lottery.

boss!leon kennedy who falls asleep with you, in his bed in his t-shirt, feeling like the luckiest man ever in the world. not just because he’s your boss, but because your his now. and he’ll never let you go.

an: you guys are so creative. your requests never fail to blow me out of the water. reblog, like and my asks are open :)) a one shot will be up later this week. promise. i love you guys sm, mwah, kisses xx.

[featherandferns]

daylight - eight

jj maybank x fem!reader | part 8 of the daylight series | read part 7 here

content warnings: sexual content (f receiving); drug use (weed)

word count: 2.5k.

blurb: whilst watching cheesy eighties horror, you and JJ somehow end up in a fight as all the mess from the past two months finally comes to a head.

“This is the dumbest fucking movie I’ve ever seen,” you snort, passing JJ back his joint. 

“Shut up, this is the best part,” JJ mutters.

He takes a hit and the cloud of vapour clouds your vision. It temporarily blocks the view of the screen, showing Lauren Daniels, permed blonde hair and pink-sweater clad, quivering in fear atop of a shelf in her apartment. The slimy, green-toned cannibalistic monster lingers below, snarling with its fang-like teeth and beady eyes. In the light of modern C.G.I and with the humour from the high you’re on, the whole movie is ludicrous and hilarious. JJ had begged for you guys to watch it. Your vote was Legally Blonde but he turned his nose up. So, here you were, sat side by side, your feet in his lap, dazily watching C.H.U.D as you pass a joint back and forth. You’re at JJ’s house. It had the lingering household smell of weed and booze. Untidy and unkempt, there were empty beer cans and unclean laundry strewn about all over. Intermixed was mechanical parts which you assume are from his dad’s handy-man jobs. His dad was out somewhere: JJ hadn’t said and you didn’t ask. 

As Lauren tosses a bucket of developer on the monster, one of JJ’s hands absentmindedly massages your left foot. It shoots tingles up your legs. It’s weirdly domestic, this entanglement. Something about it feels more than friendly. I mean, you can’t imagine JJ messing with Kiara’s feet whilst watching a movie. Tuning out of the movie and taking another hit of the joint, your mind starts to wander. 

Things between you and JJ had gotten more and more complicated. Most conversations started with teasing jabs and ended with his dick in your mouth. Hang-outs came with the unspoken agreement of making-out at some stage. But things were deeper than sex. The conversations were deeper than those shared between fuck buddies. The touching felt more sensual than a rush to get off. There were these times you’d catch JJ looking at you, and there’d be this longing in his gaze. You knew it because you saw it in your own eyes. Catch it in the reflection of a mirror or window, or spot it in a photo taken by one of the Pogues at whatever hang. You always kept the focus on him, though. It felt easier to pleasure him than to have his hands on you. Everytime he tried to, you’d tense up and internally freak out, and spiral into thoughts and anxieties that stemmed from Tyler. In short: it scared the shit out of you to let JJ have you. You knew that the moment you’d give yourself to him would be the moment you were in too deep. 

But every time you think about bringing it up or cutting it off, you remember how relaxed you feel in JJ’s company. How seen. The two of you shared a language that didn’t require trivial things like words. The thought of JJ being the impending meteorite circling your orbit lost its weight in worry with the notion that you got to have him near. That you got to gaze upon and marvel at him when he wasn’t looking, and wonder how on earth something so pure and perfect was handed such a shitty deal in life. How someone like him wanted to spend time with someone like you. 

JJ’s knuckle hitting a pressure point in your foot has you twitching, coming back to the present. He chuckles quietly. Does it again just to get a reaction. You lightly kick at him. 

“Knock it off,” you mumble. 

“Can’t help it. S’funny,” he replies. “You hear from Mimsy recently?”

“A little. I think she’s really into Darren,” you say.

It’s weird that JJ knows about that. About Mimsy and her livelihood, and was interested enough to ask about it. He had a habit of checking up on you. Asking you about how you were feeling about Kildare, and how your parents were, how the photography was going, how Mimsy was doing. He coaxed anecdotes about Vancouver out of you whenever you felt homesick simply because he knew how much you liked talking about your home. 

“Didn’t you say he was a trust fund baby?” JJ sniggers. 

“Yeah, well, there’s worse people for her to hook up with,” you shrug, requesting the joint back with wiggling fingers.

“What? Like Lloyd?”

You glance at him, mildly bewildered. “How do you remember that?”

“Hm?”

“How do you remember Lloyd?” 

You don’t even remember mentioning him. JJ shrugs. 

“I dunno. I remember most things you tell me,” he says, looking back to the TV screen. His fingers continue rubbing the palm of your foot. You’re practically desensitised to it now. “I like hearing you talk.”

And you fucking hate it when he says things like that: passes compliments to you like it’s Monopoly currency. You hate how easy it is for him to do it, seemingly unaware of the effect it has on you.

When JJ turns to you again, likely seeking out the joint, he finds your stare set on his profile. Smiling, he asks, “what?”

Your lips twitch upwards at the deja vu. “Nothing. It’s just that you’re really fucking pretty.”

JJ eyes light up. His smile turns bashful. It's taken out of view when he dips his head, turning it away from you. You giggle and prod at his chest with your toes, teeth sinking into your lips to try and keep your cheesy grin at bay.

JJ's fingers wrap around your ankle. He drags you to him, across the sofa, making you yelp out with a laugh. Those very fingers slide up your bare legs, slipping under your pyjama shorts to cup your ass, and he tugs you into his lap. You loop your arms around his neck with a giggle, blunt still balanced precariously between two fingers, and accidentally bump his forehead in the process. The two of you laugh, doped up and dizzy, and his nose brushes yours as he calms. The two of you sit like that - you in JJ’s lap - passing Eskimo kisses, eyes closed, smiles steady. When he finally presses his lips to yours, the kiss feels different to all the other times. Less frenzied. It almost feels like he’s trying to tell you something as he brushes your lips against his. His tongue that slips into your mouth carries messages you can’t seem to decipher, as the two of you fall into one another. One of your hands strokes along his jaw, angling his head to deepen the kiss. He’s growing hard beneath you, making your cunt throb with the thought. He flinches away suddenly with a hiss. 

“What? What’s wrong?” you mumble, leaning back in his strong hold. 

He chuckles. “Fucking ash hit the back of my neck.”

Giggling, you take the joint away and carelessly put it on the coffee table behind you. Turning back to him, you find yourself taken aback by the look on his face. It makes your heart stop still in your chest before it plummets down your ribcage. You know that look. You’ve seen it on your own face, when you stare into the mirror. 

“JJ…” you whisper. 

His lips on yours silence you with a fiery kiss. You gasp against them as he picks you up and practically tosses you on your back on the sofa, with something between a grunt and growl. He scrambles to be atop of you, unapologetic as he kisses down your jawline and neck. You hurry to take off your shirt the moment his fingers tease at the hem of it. He’s back on you in a minute. Your body feels like it’s on fire. Like you might combust if someone were to light a match. And, God, do you want him to.

You rut your hips instinctively at the feel of JJ’s lips on your nipple through your thin bralette. Eyes slipping closed, head tilting back, your fingers latch into his scraggly hair. You hum out a moan. 

“So fuckin’ pretty, baby,” JJ mumbles against your heaving stomach. “So fuckin’ needy too.”

Your fingers fiddle with the back of his collar, tugging at it until he takes the hint. He grabs it by the back and pulls it off his head. Tosses it to the side, chuckling with a horny grin as he reconnects his lips to your bare skin. Your bralette joins the pile, much to JJ’s pleasure. His hands fondle at your breast; the pad of his thumb tenderly brushes over your hardening nipple before pinching it between his forefinger. You gasp out a soundless moan. 

Kissing just above the waistband of your shorts, his fingers find purchase on your hipbones. They dip below the fabric and try to coax them down. 

You feel like gravity hits. You come plummeting back down to earth. Palming at his shoulder and jaw, you try and coax his face back to yours. 

“Lemme suck you off,” you mumble, looking down at him. He looks so pretty, between your legs. 

He shakes his head with a smile. “Wanna make you feel good.”

“You don’t have to,” you say, trying to keep your voice light. You try to bring him back up to you again but JJ doesn’t relent. It takes you physically shifting out of his hold to stop him from pulling your short down. When he looks up at you, his smile is fading. You try to bring it back with one of your own. “I just wanna get you off.”

JJ pauses. Physically stills. Then, he sits back on his knees. Your smile vanishes. After knowing JJ for as long as you have, you can recognise the telltale signs of his frustration and anger. JJ looks to the TV screen, attention elsewhere, and begins to shake his head. Slow at first, then fast. All you can do is watch. Finally, he makes a sound. It’s a humourless scoff.

“Why won’t you let me touch you?” JJ asks, looking back to you. 

Your stomach twists nervously. “I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“JJ, I literally just let you feel me up,” you return with a failing laugh, brows furrowing. 

“That’s not what I mean and you know it,” JJ quickly returns, tone turning short. 

You blink at him, faux smile gone, and your lips bumble to find some sort of response. JJ’s irritation momentarily subsides and is instead replaced with hurt. 

You hate the vulnerable insecurity in JJ’s voice when he asks, “do you not trust me or something?”

“No, of course I do–”

“Then why do you never let me near you?” JJ snaps. He tosses out his arms. “I mean, am I not good enough for you or something?”

“What?”

“Not fucking worthy enough to see you naked, is that it?”

“Of course not,” you breathe, bewildered by the thought. 

“Then what? I don’t fucking turn you on, is that it? I just don’t do it for you and you wanna spare my fucking feelings?”

Your eyes narrow at his words. “Are you throwing what happened in the chateau in my face right now?”

“No, I just–” JJ cuts himself off with a sharp exhale, clenching his eyes shut. He clenches his fist to try and restrain his anger. His knuckles slowly lift to his lips. “I just want to know why.”

“Why the fuck do you think you deserve to?” you snap. Sitting up, you grab for your shirt and tug it on. “What? You think every person you’ve ever known owes you an explanation for why they’re not falling at your feet?”

“Oh, fuck off,” JJ mutters, shaking his head. “You’re avoiding the question.”

“I don’t need to avoid it,” you sharply return. “Cause I don’t need to fucking answer it.”

“You don’t need to answer it?”

“No, I don’t.”

“You don’t think I deserve to know why, after two months of us doing this fucking thing, you don’t let me go down on you?”

Your eyes clench shut. 

“Why you don’t let me fuck you?”

You laugh out a humourless laugh. Gape at him, eyes mean. “Oh! So that’s what this is! You’re fucking bitter cause a girl won’t let you fuck her? You know, there’s this wonderful thing in the world, JJ - you should learn about it sometime. It’s called women having rights.”

“Oh my fucking God,” JJ spits, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers as his eyes shut. “You’re fucking impossible, you know that?”

“And you’re an entitled prick. Guess we both have each other’s number now,” you quickly retort.

You get to your feet and search for JJ’s shirt, finding it on the other side of the coffee table. The drivel coming out of the television only pisses you off more, so you shut it off. 

“What aren’t you telling me?” JJ asks. His voice is calmer, though still strung tight. With your back to him, he can’t see the look on your face. He can’t see the physical pain that question causes you. “I thought things were good between us.”

You look down and your eyes close. Fist scrunching JJ’s t-shirt in your hold, your lips purse to keep from quivering. You knew this was a bad idea. Most things are, when it comes to romance. Somebody always gets hurt. 

“Well? Aren’t they?”

You take a shaking intake of air and finally find enough courage to turn. JJ’s not angry anymore. He looks just as dejected as you feel. You shake your head weakly. 

“What are we doing, JJ?”

“I…” His mouth moves but no words come out. Until they do. “We’re just messing around.”

It feels like that’s the final shot to your stomach that sends your whole world crashing. As if laying down to rest, your eyes slip shut. 

“Yeah, well, it’s certainly a fucking mess now, isn’t it?” you whisper.

You throw him his shirt with no conviction. He only just catches it as it slides down his chest. For once in his life, JJ doesn’t seem to have anything to say. Shaking your head, breaking his stare, you run your fingers through your hair.

“I’ll see you around, JJ.”

As you walk past him, towards the door, you hear JJ call out your name. You don’t stop. Don’t turn. Don’t think about anything but Vancouver the entire way home, as if it’s some escapist daydream. Halfway to your house, you try to call Mimsy but she doesn't pick up. You try again as you walk through the door. Home alone, the house feels just as lonely as yourself. With one final attempt, you go to voicemail for a third time. You leave her a mess of a voicemail. And then, you crawl into bed.

part nine coming soon!

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[pinkyqily]

lauren james request!! readers birthday is new years day and lauren surprises her for new years and her birthday with a gift she has always wanted (a pet, expensive item, a car, anything valuable really)

𝙈𝙄𝘿𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙎 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙔𝙊𝙐 - Lauren james x reader

Summary : Your girlfriend surprises you with a well awaiting - well you'll need to read to find out the surprise duh, can't always be spoiling fic it ain't gifting day!.

Contains : fluff

A/n : Thank you for requesting this, I really enjoyed writing this. I hope you like reading it too. As always, feedback like ask or comments are highly appreciated if you send them 💕.

Your 24th birthday was coming up soon, and you knew your girlfriend lj has been planning something. From the hints she's been leaving you.

From getting you things on your birthday wish list, too, your recent trip to dubai. But you couldn't wrap your mind to what it could be.

So after working a really long shift, the last day of December because you wanted to take an off day for the 1st as it was your birthday. Who would want to work on their birthday, definitely not me.

Instead of witnessing the normal jersey thrown on the floor, gym bag is normally on the floor of your shared apartment with your girlfriend. Was a little too quiet and clean for your liking.

"Lauren, I'm home." You tried calling out her name serval times but was met with silence. You brought your phone and tried dialing her number but was taken straight to voice-mail, which was werid because she would pick up right after the second ring.

Not wanting to overthink the situation, you headed to the bathroom. For a very needed pampering after working a long shift. Grabbing a matching robe that you and Lj have while applying a fresh new face mask.

Your mind couldn't stop wondering where your girlfriend was. It felt like she had disappeared but not so much. Giving you hella vibes of jamais Vu or whatever the French call it.

You tried to push out the negative thoughts out, you started by cleaning your shared space, and as you, we're cleaning your closet. You found a really old photo of you and Lauren back when you first met her at the euros' finals.

The sudden feels of deja vu sent shivers up your spine. Clock was ticking, and your girlfriend was nowhere to be found. Wanting to try again, you picked up your phone from where you had placed it re-dialing Lauren number but was met with a deadline.

You couldn't remember how long you had stayed up waiting for your girlfriend, but to no avail you fell asleep due to exhaustion.

The next day, you would wake up still with no Lauren around you. Suddenly, your body is filled with panic, but before you could fully react, you heard sounds of rumbling coming from your living room.

Getting out of bed and quickly rushing with only your hairspray as a tool of self defense incase someone had broken in. To your holy surprise, your apartment had been broken into by the girlfriend you we're worried about.

"Where the heck have you been lauren you had me really worried?" You told her with hints of announcements in your voice. "I know baby things weren't going like I planned, so I had to work with what I could." She said with guilt.

"Felt like you disappeared on me." You said, tears falling from your eyes. " I'm sorry baby, I promise it won't happen again, and the surprise would definitely be worth it." You heard her say as she was wiping away the tears. "Happy birthday lovely".

After hours of reassuring from lauren and spending the day showerd with love and care. You truly found out what your big surprise was because lauren had told you to get dressed in your fancy but most comfortable dress, and you would meet her at some special cottage.

The moment you finished getting ready, there was a limo already waiting for you outside your home. Your head was really spinning to what lauren was planning.

Before you could get deep in thoughts, the driver had informed you of your arrival.

The place Lauren had book was beautiful as you entered through the halls rose petals were on the ground, pictures of you and Lauren though out the years hanged on the wall.

But the one that caught your eyes was a picture of when you guys were doing long distance and she came to surprise you from the other side of the world, when you poured your heart to her the night prior to her visit.

You finished your walk to find lj in a room fully decorated and in a suit looking most beautifully as ever. "Lauren, what going on?" You asked her as your voice laced with nervousness.

She started by saying."Since the day that I meet you at the euros was the moment I realized what being inlove meant, you made me become the woman that I am today stood by my side when the whole world was doubting me but you never gave up on us kept on fighting no matter the difficulties that we faced, but it all does matter to me and all I ask of you today is-.

She said, getting on one knee but before she could finish. You felt like you knew what she was gonna say next, didn't even let her finish her sentence before nodding your head and saying. "If you're asking me to marry you, then it is a yes." You told her suddenly, feeling her strong arms wrap around you. " Happy birthday, baby,".

Cutting her off guard by placing your lips onto hers, you we're now engaged to Lauren james, the best birthday gift you could've asked for.

[thelaurenshippen]

open ai made a little post about how they chose their chatbot voices and two things stood out to me:

a) I am genuinely pleased and surprised that the voices come from specific real people that they hired and paid, rather than being built off of all of the data open ai has scraped. the voice for siri did one job for one company 20 years ago and now she is literally everywhere without ever being compensated by apple or even acknowledged as the voice. there's simply no way she was paid enough in that original job. whereas, open ai says "each actor receives compensation above top-of-market rates, and this will continue for as long as their voices are used in our products." this could mean literally anything (what market rate are we going above? does continue mean they get residuals or get paid for doing more sessions?) but, christ, at least the actors are doing it with full knowledge of what their voices are being used for and can decide for themselves if the compensation is enough

b) the post talks about working with "award-winning casting directors" to get the voices. first of all, yay for paying casting directors! we love to see it. but they also say the CDs received over 400 submissions in a week and they state that like a big number and it's just...not at all. and look, without knowing the intricacies of the casting process, it's hard to know what approach the CDs took - it's very possible they were selective from the jump and 400 is a lot from the pool they were tapping. 400 would be a lot if you were going to the agencies directly and asking for names, but there's just no way in hell open ai went after big stars for this. so it would've been a pool of unknowns. in which case, 400 is laughably small. even if you're not using the big casting sites like actorsaccess, I've worked on projects with CDs and their own internal systems where we've gotten over 100 submissions for a single role. I've posted roles on casting sites and received literally thousands of submissions in just a few days

look, I have a very limited perspective on this - I am not a casting director (imo, one of the most important and undervalued jobs in hollywood) and I, in fact, hate the process of casting with a passion. but 400 just seemed like such a tiny pool to pull from and, idk, it heartens me! it's heartening to think that there's very little interest from actors and agents to be doing this kind of stuff. and absolutely no shade to the actors who did--I want actors to get their bag however they want as long as it's, like, safe sane and consensual, you know? but there's something encouraging about thinking that open ai hired some big casting agency to get their foot into the voice acting door and people didn't come running

[mymindcreatedthis]

Would you Rather w England part 1 of 2

Y/n x Leah Williamson x Chloe Kelly x Lauren Hemp x Alessia Russo x Keira Walsh x Lucy Bronze x Ella Toone x Mary Earps x Rachel Daly x Millie Bright x Niamh Charles x Georgia Stanway

Warning: Smut Smut Smut!

Word count: 7.3K

*Y/n’s Pov*

It was the first day of camp. The team and I are at the hotel waiting for the coaches to get there. I grab my phone and check it when it pings. I see I have a new text message from Leah. I click on the message and read the message.

Leah: I talked to the coach not too long ago. She’ll be here in 5 minutes. You and I are roommates at this camp.

Me: Sounds good!

Leah: It's the first day of camp. Should we do a team bonding night with some of the girls tonight?

Me: Yeah I would be down for a game night.

Leah: Okay, should we create some cards? I got the perfect game in mind.

Me: okay I can’t wait.

I turn off my phone as coach walks in: coach gives us info for camp, we get out assigned rooms. Leah and I grab out things and head up to our room. We get unpacked and get settled in.

“What game did you have in mind?” I ask.

Leah smiles. “Have you ever played? Would you rather?”

“Eh I’ve never played it but I know the concept of the game.” I say.

Leah smiles and nods. “Cool, I wanted to play it for game night tonight….. but change it up.” Leah says. “I was thinking you and I make the cards but have it where we pick a piece of paper out of a cup and read the card out loud and do what the card says with one of the girls.” Leah says.

I smile and nod. “Yeah, I definitely think it would be a good idea.”

Leah smiles. “I got some questions saved. We are gonna put the game together.” Leah says.

I smirk. “These girls are in for a long night.”

Leah giggles at my comment. “Oh yeah they are.”

We start putting the gene together after an hour we finish putting the game together. “I’m gonna text some of the girls.” Leah says.

*Leah’s Pov*

I grab my phone and make a group chat with me, Chloe, Lauren, Alessia, Keria, Lucy, Ella, Mary, Rachel, Millie, Niamh and Georgia.

Me: Would you guys be down for a team bonding night after dinner?

Rachel: Alessia and I are down for a game night.

Chloe: I’d be down.

Keria: What Did you have in mind? I’m down for a team bonding night.

I giggle as they agree to the team binding night idea.

Lucy: What game did you have in mind?

Me: we are gonna do a game night and play would you rather. Meet at our room at 7pm after dinner.

Georgia: See you at 7 pm.

Me: See you guys at 7 pm.

I turn off my phone. “What did they say and who’s all playing?” Y/n asks.

“They said yes to game night. It’s you, me, Chloe, Lauren, Alessia, Keira, Lucy, Ella, Mary, Rachel, Millie, Niamh and Georgia.” I say.

“Okay what time are they coming over?” Y/n asks.

“7 pm, they’re coming over after dinner.” I say.

Dinner rolls around, we eat dinner then the girls come back to mine and Y/n’s room. I unlock the door and let us in, the girls sit on the beds and on the ground. I close the door behind us and lock it behind.

“Are you girls ready to play the game?” I ask.

They giggle and nod. “Yeah.” They all say sync. I giggle. “The game is simple, we are playing. Would you rather. But we are gonna take turns and one of us will draw a piece of paper from the cup. When it’s someone’s turn they will pick someone on the paper to do the task with. Make sense?” They nod as I explain the rules.

“I’m gonna start us off.” I say.

The girls giggle and cheer. I giggle, I reach into the cup and pull out a piece of paper. I blush darkly as I read the card out loud.

“Would you rather get eaten out by Niamh or Alessia?” I say.

I bite my lip and look between Alessia and Niamh. “I’d pick Alessia.” I say.

The girls giggle and cheer as I pick Alessia. I lay on the bed, I blush darkly and bite my lip as Alessia lays between my legs.

I bite my lip and quietly moan as Alessia kisses my clothed pussy. Alessia slides my shorts and panties off and tosses them off to the side. I moan and get even more wet as Alessia kisses my inner thighs and licks my folds.

I moan as Alessia swipes her finger up my folds, collecting my juices on her finger.

“Mm you’re soaking wet Leah.” Alessia says.

I blush darkly at her comment and moan. “Please Lessi, I need you.” I moan. I push her head to where I need her the most.

Alessia giggles and licks my clit. “Mm fuck.” I moan as Alessia licks my clit.

Alessia slips in a finger and slowly fingers me as she begins to eat me out. “Mm fuck Lessi right there.. mm fuck just like that.” I moan in pleasure.

I massage my tits roughly as Lessi rolls her tongue on my clit adding different amounts of pressure and fingering me faster.

I moan and rest my legs on her shoulders and wrap my thighs around her head. Lessi spits on my pussy as she continues to eat me out and finger me.

Lessi slips in a second finger. I moan as Lessi curls her fingers and fingers me faster. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach as the urge to cum gets stronger.

I gasp and moan as she rolls her tongue on my clit and sucks my clit harshly. “Holy shit…. Fuck Lessi.” I moan in pleasure.

Lessi sucks in my clit and keeps fingering me. The girls giggle and moan as they watch Alessia eat me out.

“Mm Lessi baby I’m close.” I moan loudly in pleasure.

Alessia continues to finger me as she eats me out, I let go. I can’t take it anymore and cum all over her fingers, face and chin. Lessi helps me ride out my high. Lessi takes her fingers out of me, I moan and watch her lick and suck my juices and cum off her fingers.

She wipes my cum and juices off her face. She comes back up and kisses me, I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips.

“Mm you taste amazing baby.” Alessia says.

I blush darkly at her comment. “Fuck you know how to eat pussy.” I moan as I pant trying to catch my breath.

The girls giggle at my comment. “Who knew Alessia Russo was a pro at eating pussy.” Y/n teases.

Alessia giggles and blushes darkly at Y/n’s comment.

“I’ll go next.” Y/n says.

Y/n smirks, she reaches into the cup and pulls out a piece of paper and reads it out loud.

“Would you rather jerk off and cum on Lucy’s abs or Leah’s abs?” Y/n says.

*Y/n’s Pov*

“Would you rather jerk off and cum on Lucy’s abs or Leah’s abs?” I say.

I smirk and look at Lucy and Leah. “I’d pick Lucy.”

The girls giggle as Lucy blushes darkly at my comment. Lucy slips off her shirts and sports bra and sets them off to the side. Lucy gets on the bed and lays down.

I smirk, I slip off my shorts and boxers and set them off to the side and join Lucy on the bed. I sit on Lucy’s lap and massage her tits. Lucy quietly moans as I do this.

“Mm you're so fine and sexy.” I admire her beautiful nude chest.

Lucy blushes darkly at my comment. I spit on my cock some of my spot lands on Lucy’s abs and tits. I moan and slowly stroke my dick.

Lucy bites her lip and watches me jerk off. I stroke my dick faster, Lucy smiles and places her hands on my thighs as I continue to jerk off.

Lucy smirks. “You're gonna cum? You gonna bust your load all over my abs and tits?” Lucy asks seductively.

I moan and nod. “Yeah I’m gonna bust all over your tits and Abs Bronze.” I moan as I stroke my dick a bit faster.

Lucy smirks, she stood me. Lucy spits on my cock and takes over, I moan as Lucy strokes my dick at a fast pace.

“Come on daddy, give me that thick warm load.” Lucy says seductively. “Mm bet you wanna fuck my tits too.” Lucy says.

I moan in pleasure as the urge to cum gets stronger. “Come one babe, give it to me.” Lucy cutely begs biting her lip.

I moan and gasp and Lucy slips her finger in my ass and fingers my ass as she strokes my cock faster.

I moan and lock eyes with her. “Mm fuck Luce just like that…. Ugh god I’m gonna cum buckets.” I moan.

Lucy smirks as she continues to jerk me off, I moan loudly in pleasure after 2 more minutes my balls tighten.

Cumshot:

I scoot back and moan, I can’t take it anymore and let go. I moan as ropes of cum shoot out of my dick abs and paint Lucy’s face, tits, and abs.

Lucy cutely giggles as my cum continues to ooze and spurt onto her face, tits and Abs. I moan as she slowly strokes my dick helping me come down from high.

I moan as the last of my cum oozes onto her abs. Lucy giggles, she grabs my shirt and pulls me down and makes out with me. I smile against her lips and kiss back.

I moan in the kiss as Lucy squeezes my ass. I kiss her one last time and get off her, Lucy sits on the edge of the bed.

“I’ll go next.” Lucy says.

Lucy reaches into the cup and pulls out a piece of paper from the cup. Lucy smirks and reads the paper out loud.

“Would you rather get a lap dance from Keira or Georgia?” Lucy says.

Lucy smiles. “I’d pick Georgia.”

Georgia blushes darkly at Lucy’s comment. Lucy smirks and spices it up, Lucy slips off her shirts and panties and tosses them off to the side.

Lucy bites her lip and looks at Georgia. “Take off those shorts and panties babe.”

Georgia giggles, she bites her lip and slips off her shorts and panties as well. Georgia bites, turns her back to Lucy and sits on her lap.

*Lucy's Pov*

I bite my lip as I feel Georgia's juices against my folds. “Mmm your soaking wet baby.” I moan

“Mm fuck Luce so are you.” She moans.

We both moan as Georgia slowly grinds her pussy against mine. “Mm f-fuck.” I moan in pleasure, I lean my head back and close my eyes.

Georgia moans and keeps going. “Fuck Stanway your ass looks Amazing. Mm work those hips.” Rachel says.

We giggle at her comment. I moan in pleasure and spank Georgia’s ass. Georgia moans as I spank her ass and grinds her pussy against mine faster than before.

“Ugh feels so good.” Georgia moans in pleasure.

We both moan in pleasure from the friction. We were both soaking wet, fuck this felt so good. The urge to cum was getting stronger.

“Fuck I’m gonna squirt.” She moans.

“Ugh me too.” I moan.

We both moan loudly in pleasure and squirt at the same time. I bite my lip as I feel her juices on my abs, pussy and thighs.

“Fuck G baby I’m close.” I moan.

“U-Ugh. Me too.” She moans loudly in pleasure.

I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I can’t take it anymore and let go. Georgia and I both moan loudly in pleasure and cum at the same time. Our legs shake and buckle in pleasure as we reach our release.

We both moan as Georgia slowly grinds her pussy against mine helping us ride out our highs. Georgia giggles, she turns around and kisses me deeply. I smile against her lips and kiss back. Georgia breaks the kiss and rests her head against mine.

“Fuck that felt really good.” Georgia cutely pants trying to catch her breath.

I giggle and kiss her again. “It did feel good. Mm you looked so sexy working this hips and that ass grinding your pussy against mine.” I say.

I smile and spank her ass one last time before she gets off my lap. Georgia blushes darkly, we both get dressed and continue playing the game. Y/n reaches into the cup and pulls out a piece of paper.

She smirks and reads it outloud. “Would you rather fuck Leah or cowgirl or fuck Keira in cow girl?” Y/n says.

Y/n smirks and looks at Leah and Keira’s

*Y/n’s Pov*

“Would you rather fuck Leah in Cowgirl or fuck Keira in cowgirl?” I say reading the paper out loud.

I smirk and look between Leah and Keira. “I’d pick Leah.” I say.

Leah giggles, she blushes darkly and strips her clothes. I bite my lip and check out her nude body.

Leah smirks. “Like what you see baby?”

I blush darkly and nod. “You’re fucking gorgeous.” I say as I strip my clothes and slowly stroke my dick.

The girls gasp and moan as they check out my length. Leah bites her lip. “Fuck baby you’re huge.” Leah says.

I smirk. “Thanks babe.”

Leah smirks and pushes me back onto the beds. I giggle and bite my lip as Leah does this. I bite my lip as Leah joins me on the bed and straddles me.

Leah lines me up with her entrance. Leah put my tip in and slowly sinks down on my dick taking my length deep inside her. We both moan as I’m balls deep inside her.

Leah grabs my boobs and takes a moment to adjust to my size. “Fuck I feel so full with you deep inside me.” Leah moans.

Leah and I both moan as she slowly slides up and down on my cock. “Mm fuck so wet and tight.” I moan in pleasure.

Leah moans and slides up and down on my cock faster. “Mm fuck Y/n. You’re really deep in there.” Leah moans.

Her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. The girls giggle and moan as they watch Leah ride my cock. I moan and spank her ass, Leah moans and goes faster and harder.

“F-Fuck.” I moan in pleasure.

Leah moans and massages my tits as she keeps riding my dick. “Gah fuck it feels so good.” Leah moans.

“Mm you like that slut? Me balls deep inside you?” I ask.

Leah moans and nods. She grips the headboard tightly as she goes faster and faster.

“Fuck Y/n I love it.” Leah moans.

I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. The urge to cum was getting stronger.

“Gah Leah babe I’m close. Le I should ugh I should pull out.” I moan in pleasure.

Leah cutely giggles and moans. “Hehe nope if I’m riding you there’s no pulling out.” Leah sexily moans.

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I’ve heard. I moan and watch as Leah’s tits bounce around as she continues to ride me. I moan and spank her ass, Leah moans as I spank her ass.

“You close baby? You gonna bust your thick load deep inside my pussy?” Leah asks seductively.

I moan and nod. “Your grip is amazing baby I don’t think I can last much longer. I’m gonna fill you to the brim.” I moan in pleasure.

Leah grips the headboard tightly and rides my dick faster and harder than before. I moan loudly in pleasure as my balls tighten.

“Leah baby oh my….”

Creampie #1:

Leah slams her ass down and cums all over my dick. Leah cumming sends me over the edge. Cum shoots out of my dick and fills up her entrance filling her up to the brim.

We both moan as Leah slowly slides up and down on my dick helping us ride out our highs. The last of my cum oozing and spurting deep inside her pussy painting her walls white while.

“Mm fuck you filled me to the brim.” Leah moans as she collects the last of my cum in her pussy. A final spank to her ass Leah slowly slides off my dick.

Cum immediately oozes out of her and drips onto my lap, on my dick and on the sheets. The girls gasp and moan as they admire the sticky mess I left behind in Leah’s Pussy.

I smirk and spank Leah’s ass again. Leah giggles and moans as I spank her ass again. Leah and I get dressed, Alessia giggles.

“Guess I’ll go next.” Alessia says.

Alessia reaches into the cup and pulls out a piece of paper she smirks and reads the piece of paper out loud.

“Would you Rather finger Ella and make her cum or finger Mary and make her cum?” Alessia says.

Alessia smiles and looks at Ella and Mary. “I would pick Ella.” Alessia says.

Ella blushes darkly at Alessia’s Comment. Ella sits on the couch, Alessia smirks and sits on the couch with Ella.

We giggle as Alessia sits behind Ella. Alessia snakes her arms around Ella’s waist and kisses Ella’s neck, as she lowers her hand in Ella’s shorts and panties and moves her hand in a circular movement.

Ella moans in pleasure and leans back against Alessia.

*Ella’s pov*

I bite my lip as Alessia kisses my neck and giggles with my shorts. Alessia slips her hand in my shorts, and panties and swipes her finger up my folds collecting my juices. I moan as she does this.

Alessia slips in a finger and slowly fingers me. I moan and lean back into her touch and spread my legs giving her full access. Alessia slips in a second finger and fingers me a bit faster.

"Mm fuck." I moan, Alessia giggles, she kisses my neck and massages my boobs as she fingers me a bit faster and rubs my clit with her thumb. I moan and grind against her finger desperate to cum.

"Mmm F-Faster." I moan in pleasure.

Alessia grants my wish and fingers me faster. My legs shake and buckle in pleasure. "Mmm fuck..... fuck." I moan.

I moan as I feel that familiar knot in my stomach. "Mmm fuck, I'm close." I moan.

"Cum baby, cum for me." Alessia says as she rubs my clit faster with her thumb. I moan as I feel myself getting closer.

"Mm fuck, Alessia please." I beg. "Please let me cum." I began becoming a moaning mess.

Alessia smirks. The girls watch, their mouths hang open a bit as they watch Alessia finger me and touch themselves. "Let go baby, cum. Cum for us." Alessia says seductively.

I can't take it anymore, I cum all over Alessia’s fingers and hand and cum in my shorts and panties. Alessia giggles and kisses my neck.

"Good girl." Alessia says, Alessia helps me ride out my high. Once I come down from my high Alessia pulls her fingers out of me. Alessia licks and sucks my cum and juices off her fingers.

"Mmm you taste amazing," Alessia says.

I moan and pant once I catch my breath. I kiss Lessi. We continue to play truth or dare. I blush darkly as the girls smirk and wink at me.

*Y/n’s Pov*

I giggle. “I’ll go next.” I reach into the cup and pull out a piece of paper. I blush as I read the paper.

“Would you rather jerk off and cum in Chloe’s panties or Millie’s panties?” I say reading the card out loud.

I look between Millie and Chloe and smile. “I’d pick Millie.”

Millie blushes darkly and gets up. I smirk and get up as well, Millie and I both stand in the middle of the room so the girls can watch.

I bite my lip, I lower my shorts and boxers a bit. My cock springs out once it's freed from its confinement, Millie blushes darkly and checks out my length.

"S-Shit baby your fucking huge." Millie says checking out my length.

I giggle at her comment. "Thank you baby." I smirk. "Lower your shorts and panties babe."

Millie blushes darkly. She lowers her shorts and panties, I rest my head against hers. I slowly stroke my dick and moan, Millie bites her lip and watches me jerk off.

Millie stops me, she places my tip against her clit and strokes my dick. I moan and massage my tits and slowly grind against her hand.

Millie moans as my tip rubs against her clit and teases her clit. "Ugh f-fuck." I moan.

"Mm I can feel you Throbbing in my hand. Mm someone really needs to cum." Millie moans.

"Mm your really wet baby." I moan as I feel her juices on my tip. "Ugh, it feels so good, I'm gonna cum buckets if you keep doing that." I moan in pleasure.

Millie cutely giggles and moans. "You gonna cum? You gonna bust your load all over my clit and in my panties?" Millie asks, teasing.

I moan in pleasure and nod. "Y-Yeah I'm gonna cum fast and hard if you keep doing that." I moan as Millie begins to toy with my balls as she strokes my dick.

Millie smirks and bites her lip and continues to stroke my dick. "Come on baby, give me that thick warm load." Millie moans as my tip continues to tease and rub her clit.

"Mm bet you wanna fuck my wet pussy and bust your load deep inside me." Millie says.

I moan as the dirty talk gets me closer to cumming. Millie strokes my dick even faster.

"Come on baby, give it to me." Millie says.

I moan as she continues to stroke my dick. I was throbbing. I was rock hard and really needed a release. I moan as I feel my balls tighten.

"Mills baby I'm.." I'm unable to warn her in time.

*Cumshot*

I moan in pleasure, cum shoots out of my dick and spurts into Millie's clit and in her panties. Millie's pussy was wet and slick from my cum and her juices.

The wetness cusses my cock to slip inside her. We both gasp and moan Millie's eyes widen as we both moan as I come down from my highs. The last of my cum oozing abs spurts inside her, filling up her entrance painting her walls white.

Millie moans and slowly slides back and forth on my cock helping me ride out my high.

"F-Fuck Millie, I'm so sorry. You were really wet and I accidentally slipped in." I say frantically.

Millie kisses me, shutting me up. "It's okay babe, you finished in the right place." Millie moans.

I blush darkly at her comment and slowly pull out the girls giggle and moan as they see the sticky mess I had left behind in Millie's pussy.

Leah giggles and looks at me. “Pick another one Y/n.”

I blush, I reach into the cup and pull out another piece of paper. I smile and read the paper out loud.

“Would you Rather fuck Lauren in missionary or Niamh In Missionary?”

I look at Lauren and Niamh and pause for a second. “Mm both are good choices.” They giggle.

“Mm I’d pick Lauren.” I say.

Lauren smiles, she stands up and strips her clothes. I blush and check out her nude body and get hard at the sight in front of me.

Lauren lays on the bed and lays in Missionary. Lauren smiles, and motions me over with her finger and rubs her clit.

I join Lauren on the bed, I slip off my shirt and sports bra and toss them to the side. Lauren smiles and does the same.

I began to tease her pussy with my length, hitting her clit and putting my tip in and out of her entrance. I giggle as Lauren moans and pouts, I bite my lip and slam my cock back inside her making her moan loudly in pleasure and gripping the sheets.

I grip her thighs as I thrust in and out of her at a fast pace. "Fuck Y/n, you're actually fucking huge." She moaned as she adjusted to my size in this position. Her head moved side to side as my thrusts sped up putting her through more pleasure.

"F-Fuck Y/n, please keep going." Lauren begged, as veins popped out of her neck.

"Does it feel good, baby." I asked as I held onto her right boob.

"So so good, I'm close." Lauren cries out in pleasure.

"Beg me, why should you be allowed to cum." I demanded.

"Fuck I've been a good girl Y/n, your good girl please let me cum." Lauren begged.

"Okay, when you're ready cum baby." I agreed not wanting to tease her anymore.

A few more hard thrusts I began to feel my balls tighten, also from the sight of Lauren’s tits bouncing up and down. I pulled her left leg up over my shoulder to give me more of an angle to go deeper into her pussy.

Creampie #2:

"Fuck." I shout at the same time as Lauren. We both begin to cum again at the exact same time, her juices leaking out of her pussy as I fill her up. Both becoming moaning messes under each other's touch.

I kiss her calf up and down as we help each other come down from our highs. "Such a good girl for me." I whispered as I kissed Lauren's body reaching her lips.

Lauren smiles and kisses me. I smile and kiss her a couple more times and then stop.

“Mm I’ll pick the next one.” Alessia says.

Alessia reaches into the cup and pulls out a piece of paper. “Would you Rather Kiss Lauren’s tits and clothed pussy or kiss Rachel’s tits and clothed pussy?”

Alessia smiles. “I pick Rachel.”

*Alessia’s Pov*

I immediately get wet and turned on by the question. Rachel smirks and sits on the bed. Rachel lifts her sports bra giving me better access to her tits. Rachel bites her lip and quietly moans as I kiss and suck on her tits.

"Mmm fuck Lessi." Rachel moans.

I lay Rachel on the bed and continue kissing and sucking on her tits. Rachel moans and runs her fingers through my hair.

"Lessi, ugh fuck.. you’re such a tease. K-Kiss my pussy already." Rachel cutely moans and squirms under me.

I giggle. "Sorry baby your tits are so perfect I can't get enough of them." I say as I roughly massage her tits.

Rachel moans as I do this. I giggle and stop, I move down and start placing kisses over her clothed pussy. Fuck she was really wet, I could feel and tasted her juices through her shorts and panties.

Rachel moans in pleasure. I giggle and stop, Rachel blushes darkly. She sits up and adjusts her sports bra and collects herself.

I giggle and kiss her. Rachel smiles and kisses back. Ella smiles and goes next. Ella reaches into the cup and pulls out a piece of paper and reads it outloud.

“Would you rather grind and get off on Mary’s abs or Rachel’s abs?” Ella smiles. “I’d pick Mary.”

Mary blushes darkly at Ella’s comment. Ella giggles. “Come on Mary, take off that shirt and bra and show off those beautiful abs.”

Mary blushes, she takes off her shirt and bra and lays on the bed.

*Mary’s pov*

I smile and watch Ella take off her shorts and panties and shirt and joins me on the bed. I moan and get wet as Ella leans down and spits on my abs and covers my abs in spit.

I bite my lip as Ella straddles me, I bite my lip as I feel her juices on my abs from how wet she is. Ella places her hands on my boobs, steading herself. I bite my lip as Ella moans and slowly grinds against my abs.

"Mmm fuck." Ella moans.

I smirk. "You're soaking wet baby." I moan as Ella massages my boobs as she grinds against my abs a bit faster.

"Gah fuck I've always wanted to touch your abs and get off on them." Ella moans.

I smirk. "Yeah slut? You always think about my abs and always think about getting off on them?" I ask, teasing her.

"Yes Mary. I always thought about you." Ella moans.

I giggle and bite my lip. "Mmm so sexy. You look so hot grinding against my abs."

I place my hands and give her ass a slight squeeze. Ella moans as I squeeze her ass and grinds against my abs faster than before.

"F-Fuck, I'm gonna cum." Ella moans.

"Cum baby, cum in my abs. Be a good girl and cum on my abs." I say, I smirk and squeeze her ass a bit more rougher.

Ella can't take it anymore, she cums all over my abs. I smirk as I feel her juices on my abs, Ella’s legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she cums.

I smile, I grab her shirt and pull her down and kiss her. Ella smiles in the kiss and kisses back.

We gather ourselves and continue playing the game. I smile and reach into the cup. I smirk and read the card out loud.

“Would you rather have Ella strap you? Or Alessia strap you?” I say reading the card out loud.

I smile. “I’d Pick Ella.”

Ella smirks. She grabs her strap on and slips it in and lubes it up. I moan and lay on the bed.

*Ella’s Pov*

I join Mary on the bed, I rub the rubber dick through her folds. Mary moans as I do this, Mary moans as I slowly slide the rubber dick Inside her.

"Mm fuck." Mary moans.

I smirk, I let her adjust the 11 inch dildo. "Tell me when to move baby." I say.

Mary nods, she moans and takes a moment to adjust to the size. "M-Move." Mary moans.

I nod, I hover over her and slowly thrust in and out of her. I moan as the other end of the dildo rubs against my clit and folds pleasuring me as well.

"F-Faster." Mary cutely begs.

I smirk, I moan and thrust into her faster than before. Mary’s tits bounce up and down as I continue to fuck her with the strap on.

"Mmm fuck, feels so good." Mary cries out in pleasure.

I moan as the opposite end of the dildo teases and rubs against my folds and clit. "Mmm feels amazing for my clit." I moan in pleasure.

Mary wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer to her as I thrust into her even faster and harder than before.

"Fuck....Fuck.....Fuck." Mary squeaks out with each thrust.

I moan, my legs shake in pleasure as the end of the dildo teases my folds and clit makes me cum.

"Fuck, I'm cumming." Mary moans.

I smirk as I feel her juices in her abs. I help Mary ride out her high, Mary finishes cumming. I slowly pull out of her, Mary lays there panting and trying to catch her breath.

Once she catches her breath she puts her shirt, panties and shorts back on. I slip off the strap and put my clothes back on as well. Mary blushes darkly and collects herself.

*Y/n’s Pov*

I reach into the cup and pull out a piece of paper. I smile and read it out loud.

“Would you rather get a blow job from Chloe or Niamh?” I say reading the paper out loud.

I smile. “I’d pick Chloe.”

The girls giggle and cheer. I take off my shorts and boxers and toss them to the side and lay on the bed.

I bite my lip as Chloe lays between my legs. I bite my lip as Chloe licks my dick. "Mmm fuck." I moan. Chloe smirks she wraps her hand around my dick and slowly strokes my dick.

"Mmm fuck." I moan and slightly grip the sheets.

Chloe giggles. "Fuck baby you're really hard, I can feel you throbbing." Chloe says.

I blush and nod. "I really need to c-cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Mmm yeah? Does daddy need a release?" Chloe asks.

"Yes baby, my dick is throbbing I really need to cum." I moan.

Chloe smirks and continues to stroke my dick, once I'm here Chloe takes my dick in her mouth. Chloe slowly bobs her head, I moan and run my fingers through her hair.

Chloe chokes and gags a bit as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat like. "Mmm fuck." I moan.

Chloe hums against my dick and bobs her head faster. "Mmm fuck baby. I'm gonna cum buckets if you keep doing that." I moan in pleasure.

Chloe bobs her head faster as she plays with my balls. I moan as Chloe continues to give me head and sucks the soul out of my dick.

"Shit Chloe, just like that." I moan, Chloe hums against my dick and bobs her head a bit faster.

I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "Chloe baby.... I'm close." I moan in pleasure. After 2 more minutes of an amazing blowjob I feel my balls tighten.

Throat pie:

I moan in pleasure I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Chloe chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth. Chloe swallows my load and sucks me dry getting the rest of my cum.

Chloe takes my dick out of her mouth, she smiles and shows me a mouth full of cum. Some of my cum drips down her chin, I smile and gently rub her chin.

"Swallow my load." I say seductively.

Chloe smiles and swallows my load. "Mmm daddy you taste amazing." Chloe says.

Chloe comes back up and kisses me. I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips.

We continue playing the game. Lauren goes next. Lauren reaches into the cup and pulls out a piece of paper.

“Would you Rather Scissor Lucy or Millie?” Lauren says, reading the paper out loud.

“Mm I’d pick Lucy.” Lauren says.

Lucy giggles and bites her lip. Both her and Lauren take off their shorts and panties and shirts and toss them to the side and move onto the bed.

They get on the bed and get in position. They both moan as they get in position and rub their clits together.

They moan and rest their heads together as they rub their clits together at a faster pace.

"F-Fuck." Lauren moans.

"Feels so good." Lucy moans.

They both moan loudly in pleasure. Lauren moans and pins Lucy to the bed and grinds their clits together even faster.

"Shit I'm gonna squirt." Lauren moans loudly in pleasure.

"Me too." Lucy moans.

Lauren and Lucy both moan as they squirt on each other's abs, laps, and on the sheets. I moan and slowly stroke my cock at the sight in front of me.

"S-Should we stop them?" I ask.

They giggle. "Yeah but let them cum first and then we'll stop them." Leah says.

Lauren and Lucy both moan loudly in pleasure and continue to scissor. They both moan and cum after 5 more minutes.

I giggle. "Okay okay that's enough. Let's keep playing the game." I say.

I reach into the cup and pull out a piece of paper. I smile and read it out loud.

“Would you rather have Keira grind her pussy against your cock or Leah grind her pussy against your cock?” I say.

“I’d pick Keira.” I say.

Keira giggles and gets up. Keira and I strip our shirt, shorts and underwear and get onto the bed.

I bite my lip and place my hands on Keira’s ass as she straddles me.

"Mm you're soaking wet Keira.” I moan as I feel her juices on my dick.

"Mm shut up you dork." Keira giggles.

We both moan as she slowly grinds her clit against my dick. "Mm f-fuck." I moan, I place my hands on her ass and squeeze her ass.

"Mm so fit and thick." Leah says and slaps Keira’s ass.

Keira moans as Leah slaps her ass. I moan as Keira grinds against my cock faster. I moan and spank her ass.

"Mm f-fuck feels so good." Keira moans in pleasure.

I moan as my precum leaks out against her clit. "F-Fuck, I can feel you throbbing baby." Keira moans in pleasure.

"K-Keira… ugh baby I'm close." I moaned in pleasure as the urge to cum was getting stronger.

Keira moans in pleasure, she pins me to the bed and grips my tits as she grinds against my dick even faster. We both moan in pleasure, Keira screams in pleasure as she squirts all over my dick, thighs, abs and on the sheets.

I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel my balls tighten. Keira moans and cums. Keira cumming sends me over the edge.

*Cumshot*

I can't take it anymore, cum shoots out of my dick and shoots onto my abs, stomach and sports bra, cum glazes her folds and thighs.

Keira moans and slowly grinds her pussy against my dick helping me ride out my high. The last of my cum oozes and spurts onto my abs, Stomach, sports bra and onto her folds and thighs.

Keira leans down and makes out with me. I smile against her lips and kiss back. Keira gets off me and lays between my legs and licks our juices and cum off my dick.

I bite my lip and quietly moan as she does this and run my fingers through her hair. I bite my lip as Keira licks up every drop of cum. Once Keira is done I get off the bed, and put my shorts and boxers back on. Keira puts her clothes back on as well.

Lucy goes next. Lucy reaches into the cup and pulls out a piece of paper, she smiles and blushes as she reads it out loud.

“Would you Rather grind and get off on Georgia’s face or Ella’s face?” Lucy smiles and pauses. “I’d pick Georgia.”

Georgia smiles and gets up, she takes her shirt and sports bra off and sets them off to the side. Georgia moves onto the bed and lays down.

*Georgia’s Pov*

Lucy made her way over to me, climbing on the bed. She kissed my lips as I smiled into the kiss. Pulling herself away she stood up wrapping her legs each side of my face. I gave her ass a little spank and stuck my tongue out as she slowly sank down onto my tongue.

"Fuck" Lucy whispered.

She began to slowly move forwards and backwards on my tongue as I kept it as still as possible. She tasted like heaven, her juices dripping down my tongue.

"Uhhh god your tongue, fuck Stanway, your tongue is amazing" she whispered as she gripped her boobs.

"She's loving that" Keira giggled.

"She really is" Leah responded.

Lucy began to ride my face a little faster, her hands moving down to my stomach to keep her still, her thighs tightening around my head keeping me still as possible.

I reached my hand around her body and placed my thumb in her clit and began to rub it slowly.

Lucy jolted at this touch as she carried on riding my face.

"Ughhh fuck Georgia fuck, keep going" She yelled her hands now gripping in my hair.

I began to move my tongue in and out of her pussy as she continued to ride my face. I could feel the way her pussy began to leak more and more juices.

"She's going to cum" Alessia giggled.

When I heard this I began to move my tongue a lot faster, feeling the way Lucy began to fidget on top of me.

"Ughhh god Georgia please, please" she yelled taking grip of my hair tighter.

All I heard was the beautiful sound of Lucy moaning as her wetness squirted all over my face. Her grinding got faster as she continued to cum and squirt all over my face and into my mouth, tasting like heaven.

I snaked my hands up to her stomach as she slowly rode out her high.Her legs trembling beneath her she climbed off my face placing a kiss on my lips.

"Thank you" she whispered as she kissed me again.

I had a smile on my face as I tasted the little bits of cum still left on my face. Fuck she tasted amazing.

*Y/n’s Pov*

I reach into the cup and pull out a piece of paper. I smile and read the cup out loud.

“Would you rather have Millie twerk on your dick or Keira twerk on your dick?” I say. “Mm I’d pick Millie.”

Millie giggles, she takes off her shorts and panties and set them off to the side.

I take off my shorts and boxers and lay on the bed. Millie joins me on the bed, she bites her lip as I place my cock between her ass cheeks.

I moan and grip the sheets as Millie slowly twerks on my dick. "Fuck Mills right there." I moan.

Millie moans, she bites her lip and twerks her ass a bit faster. I moan and place my hands on her ass. Millie moans in pleasure as I spank and squeeze her ass.

"Mm Fuck, your soaking wet baby." I moan in pleasure.

Millie quietly giggles and moans. "All for you baby." Millie moans.

I moan in pleasure as the urge to cum gets stronger. Millie grips my legs, steading herself as she twerks on my dick going faster than before. We both moan in pleasure.

*Millie’s Pov*

I moan from the friction as I continue to twerk on Y/n's dick. I smirk as Y/n cutely grips the sheets. I was soaking wet, fix I wanted to feel her inside me. The friction felt so good.

I could feel Y/n's cock throbbing and twitching between my ass cheeks. Shit she was super hard and really needed a release.

Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me and the girls know that she was about to cum. The girls giggle.

"Let go baby, cum for us." Leah says.

"Bust your load all over Millie’s ass." Rachel says.

I moan and go faster desperate for her cum. I bite my lip as I feel her precum ooze out and coat my folds.

"Mm F-Fuck. Mills baby I'm close." Y/n moans.

I moan in pleasure. "Cum on my ass baby." I say seductively.

Me saying this sends Y/n over the edge. I giggle as Y/n's cum shoots and spurts on my ass, my back and between my ass cheeks and on my folds.

*Y/n's Pov*

I moan as Millie twerks on my dick faster than before. "Mm F-Fuck Mills baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Cum on my ass baby." Millie says seductively.

Millie saying this sends me over the edge. I moan loudly in pleasure and cum like crazy.

*CumShot*

I moan and cum. Ropes of thick sticky cum oozes and spurts onto her back, ass and onto the folds. Millie slowly twerks on my dick helping me ride out our highs.

I moan as the last of my cum oozes onto her ass and back and drips down her folds. Millie giggled and got off me. Millie kisses me, I smile against her lips and kiss back.

To be continued in part 2

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We had an another great season with @nvwheelchairbasketball team again! Thank you everyone, it's an honor to be the captain of the team! See you guys next season <3

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Kevin, you missed a service in the Temple of Joy because of this. Surely you would remember doing that for an old friend, wouldn't you? 😊

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I am always happy to help with explaining your problems away.

🎀tinfoilforteeth

Hey bitch how is it going under the cow

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🎙️voice-of-night-vale

Alright, I'm going to say it. Steve Carlsberg does NOT know how to be a basketball coach. He knows nothing about any game structures, and he only allows one ball per game!! He talks too loud, except when you can't hear him. It will be ALL HIS FAULT if we end up losing this season!!!!!

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🎙️voice-of-night-vale

For everyone who finds this post now: I made this many years ago. Things have changed a lot. I'm very sorry, Steve. I couldn't hope for a better brother-in-law. You are my best friend, and I was the irrational one in this situation.

I have changed the way I look at people. I will not treat them the same way I used to treat Steve anymore.

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🎙️voice-of-night-vale

Alright, who let Susan Willman be in charge of anything? She is the absolute worst at making desicions, like, who asks an obelisk its NAME? She had an oppoturnity to ask almost anything, and that's what she chose?? She better stay away from our way for at least seven decades, and keep her "Huntokar"-nonsense with herself!!!

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[alotofpockets]

I want to be with you | Katie McCabe x Arsenal!Reader

5k celebration prompt: “I don’t care what they say, I want to be with you.”

A/n: this contains the red card moment against Chelsea, please remember I'm just writing a fictional version of it.

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.1k

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After playing sixty minutes of the match against Chelsea, you were watching the rest of the match from the bench. With the girls around you, you watched the match intensely. It had been back and forth since the starting whistle.

London derbies against Chelsea were always nice to be a part of, because the level of football was so high. It brought out the best and the worst in people, but you loved it. Now not playing anymore, you were sitting on the edge of your seat, nervously watching the ball constantly switching halves.

Watching from the bench might be even more nerve wracking than being out on the pitch. From down there you aren’t able to make any difference. You tried distracting yourself by chatting to Beth and Lia, but all conversation stopped when Chelsea was reaching the Arsenal box.

You watched Lauren James on the ball, and Kim sliding in to stop her from scoring. The referee instantly pointed to the penalty stop, you couldn’t believe what was happening. From the game being equal to Chelsea now getting the opportunity to score from such a close range. 

But, you didn’t have time to focus on that thought long as you saw Katie speaking to the referee. You saw the yellow card come out, but before it was even lifted, she showed Katie a red card. “I’m sorry, what?” you said speaking your mind before you even realised you were saying it out loud.

You watched Katie walk towards the sidelines, and immediately talk to the fourth referee. All you wanted to do was drag her away to not get in even more trouble than she already was, but you were too far away to do anything.

Luckily one of the staff members had the same idea, and guided her into the tunnel himself. You got up from the bench and made your way into the tunnel yourself. Waiting outside of the locker room to let her have the moment with the trainer.

Once he left the room he nodded to you. You stepped inside and closed the door behind you. She was pacing the room, mumbling to herself when you entered, so you said “Hey.” softly, not wanting to scare her. 

Her head shot up at you. “Why did you follow me in?” She asks as she wipes away a tear. Her tone gave you the feeling that she didn’t want you to be here, so you said, “I just wanted to check on you and be there for you, but I can leave if you want me to.” 

You gave her the choice, not wanting to overstep in any way. “I want you to stay, but I also think you shouldn’t.” The statement confused you, so you gently asked, “What do you mean?” While stepping closer but still giving her space. Katie ran a hand through her hair, sighing deeply before leaning against the lockers.

She let out a frustrated groan before speaking. “We both know what happens when I get a yellow. With the red it’s going to be even worse. They will all be saying that I am too aggressive, should’ve kept my mouth shut, and that I am a disappointment to the team.”

Katie takes a deep sigh. “And they’re right, I should’ve kept my mouth shut, but I didn’t and I can’t take it back. But what I can prevent from happening is turning on you as well.”

You frown slightly, wondering what she meant, but she already continued explaining. “You’re here all calm and collected. But, they see you walking in here and they’ll all be saying that I’m rubbing off on you, you know? That I am corrupting you. The next time you get a card, they will blame me for it. I can handle when they talk trash about me, but not if they talk trash about you because of me.”

Now things started to make sense, and you took a few steps closer to Katie. “You’re not corrupting me, and I don’t care what they say, I want to be with you.”

“You’re passionate and sometimes that shows in ways that get you carded. It won’t mean that I all of a sudden don’t want to be with you anymore because of what some people, that have nothing to do with our relationship, think or say.” 

You took the final step and sat down next to her. “You really don’t care?” With a shake of your head you answered, “Not even a little bit. If people want to talk, let them talk. We know the truth, and that’s all that matters.”

Katie studied your face for a moment, looking for any sign that you weren’t telling the truth, but when she couldn’t find one she let herself relax into your side. 

“I hate that I got sent off.” She spoke softly. “I know you do.” You say as you wrap your arm around her, holding her close. You could feel the frustration radiating off of her. Katie was never one to take things lightly, and you knew how much gettin this card would affect her. She felt her emotions strongly, and that was one of the things you loved about her, but sometimes that also meant that things would sting just a little bit more than others.

“I just wanted to stand up for the team, you know?” You press a kiss to the side of her head. “I know, but sometimes standing up comes with consequences.” She lifted her head off of your shoulder and gave you a look that made you smile.

“You sound just like Kim.” She chuckles lightly. “Well, I’ll take that as a compliment. I get that you feel like you are going to get called out for this in bad ways, but people remember that that same level of feeling and love for the club is what gets us going. We can’t have Katie McCabe without cards, but we know that you also come with some amazing bangers, impressive tackles, and a whole lot of love for the club and sport.” 

She leans back into your side. “How do you always know what to say?” Her hand found yours and you let her intertwine your fingers. “Because I know you, darling.”

You feel her smile into your side. “Thank you for being here.”

“Always.” You promised while squeezing her hand softly. 

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[mysticficti0n]

It's been so long

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Hello my beauties, I was looking through my inbox and saw around like 9 people asking for a Phil Wenneck fic and I rewatched all 3 hangover films and this idea came to my head, my 500 follower special is still in the world as I want it to be perfect. I've wrote this in like 4 hours and only skimmed it so if there any spelling mistakes ignore them- love you 😘

warnings- 2009!Phil wenneck x y/n Y/l/n, (he's single and has no kid either), swearing, mentions of underage drinking, pet names, p!inv!, sub/readerxdom/Phil,

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"Dylan are you ready?" I called waiting next to the front door, swining my car keys around my finger "Dyl come on you're gonna make us late and mom will kill me if we are late!" I yelled losing my patients

"I'm here" he spoke coming down the stairs "why don't you just don't tell them we were late" I hummed actually taking in his idea

"good idea- well anyways come on" I answered getting into the car. I started the engine and began the short drive to his school, the roads were busy and that meant that was making us later and later

"god- when's your meeting?" I spoke turning to my little brother

"erm.. 5:45pm" he said after looking at a sheet of paper that he pulled from his pocket "and its now...5:45 Y/n"

"Shit-" I spat "oh sorry Dylan" he laughed as I slapped a hand over my mouth "well lets just hope this doesn't take much longer"

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finally after another 15 minutes we made it, hurriedly we walked into the school, Dylan had my hand pulling me through corridors until we made it to room 7L and he knocked on the wood "come in" a voice sounded and Dyl pushed the door open "ah Dylan, you're here!"

"Hello sir" my brother smiles going towards a small chair put out in front of a desk "this is my sister, Y/n" I followed behind him and placed my hand bag on the floor before turning to face the teacher

"hi, I'm so sorry that we're late the traffic was ter-"

"Y/n?" the mans voice cut me off "Y/n Y/l/n?" even in heals I wasn't as tall as him, so as my eyes met his face I knew who it was straight away

"Oh my god Phil- I can't believe it!" I laughed, I knew Phil all through school, from Pre-k to collage, and he hadn't changed a bit since we had left, chiseled jaw, sun kissed skin, his brown short hair flowing effortlessly around his face and a smile that was always imprinted on his lips "you haven't changed a bit Wenneck" I spoke as we pulled from a hug

"Neither have you Y/n- you look great- erm please take a seat" he grinned as he took a seat behind his own desk "woah- well Dylan it's great to see you for the second time, and also you Y/n, great to see you again too"

"how do you two know each other?" My brother inquired giving me a confused look

"Me and Mr Wenneck went to school together, well we basically grew up together, he was one of my best friends" I answered shooting the man a smile, Dylan nodded getting a grin across his face

"okay well- lets look at everything shall we?" Phil pulled open a folder and his finger traced down the page and then tapped "here, so Dylan by the looks of things you are doing amazing in all classes with b+'s and some A's which is great for a boy your age..which is 9 but 10 In a few weeks if I'm right?" Dylan excitedly nodded, a cheesy smile coming across his lips, my hand patted his shoulder seeing his smile grow bigger "and your behaviour... no detentions, or warnings this year little man, much better then when your sister was in school" he joked

"excuse me- you were a lot worse then me, remember what you did to Jake that day?" I asked raising my eyebrow

"he had that coming, but I wont say much more, need to professional" I shook my head laughing at him as we both remembered the day in high school-

_____ 12th grade (1992) _____

Me, Sasha, Lauren, Stu, Phil and Doug sat in the bleachers laughing about whatever random things we could think off "and what about that time Lauren fell over the curb when we went to that party?" Stu laughed getting a slap from the red head

"I was drunk okay- and like 15 so that doesn't matter" she angrily spoke trying to stop the smile from going on her lips. the six of us kept talking while we sipped on our drinks we brought from the lunch hall. Soon the break was over and we all went to head back in, I stood up, straightened my skirt around my legs and fixed my top around my shoulders, and grabbed my bag from the seat in front of me

"Nice rack Y/l/n!" I herd a voice call from the bottom of the steps, I stood straight back up covering my front with my hand and my eyes immediately locked with those of Jake Casey "its alright babe don't need to hide them from me- oh and nice panties too girls, down there had a great view- didn't it boys" he joyed blowing me a kiss as the three guys around him shared a laugh

I quickly stopped down the steps, coming face to face with the creep "what did you just say?" my voice was low as I got into his face, his friends oh'ed; clapping there hands

"I said-" Before he could even finish his sentence my hand slapped across his face "Ow! what the fuck is wrong with you!" I went to walk away until the feeling of his hand fixed on mine "don't you walk away now bitch" he seethed, his other hand wrapped around my waist pulling me onto his body

"Let go of me you perv" I yelled, desperately trying to free myself, but in an instant, Jake lay helpless on the ground, his grip on me replaced by Phil looming over him like a dark storm. Soon Phil's fists crashed into Jake's body relentlessly, each punch harder then the last, and those three friends from before were not to be seen as the dashed across the field to get away from Phil who wasn't stopping his beating

"don't- you- ever- fucking- do- that- again" he warned as he hit the boy again

"OKAY, OKAY, I'M SORRY!" A shattered voice pleaded, but the brunette remained unrelenting. "PLEASE, GET OFF!" we all watched as Stu and Doug forcibly tore Wenneck away from the now bloodied and battered man. quickly Jake pulled himself up whipping around and running off to join his group who were half way across the track. Phil backed off, dusting himself from the dirt that lay on his jeans and fixed his sun glasses to begin back on his head

"Thanks Phil," we said in unison as we approached, the two girls going to stand with Stu and Doug as they talked about what had just happened. "You okay?" I asked, brushing his arm where he had a faint red mark.

"I'm fine. How about you?" he replied, his concern evident. I nodded, showing him the small mark on my wrist. "Does it hurt?"

"No, I'm okay... Thanks for stepping in again," I said again, I got the feeling like it was just the two of us in that moment, drawing closer, Phil's hand landing softly on my waist the warmth overpowering the heat from the Los Angeles sun. "I—" I started, but Stu interrupted with his usual humour.

"Come on, you two! We'll be late if you start a love story now after all these years!" he joked, pointing at us "flirt after class is done" I couldn't help the red from painting my face as the whole group fell into a laugh

"Shut up, Price," Phil said, rolling his eyes as he put his arm around my shoulders instead of my waist, pulling me closer in a simple yet meaningful gesture.

_____ end of flashback _____

"and Dylan- how are you finding school?" Phil asked, grabbing a pen off his desk looking back to him with a warm smile

"good- I have lots of friends and a girlfriend!," Phil oh'd looking to me as a we laughed " and I like my lessons, and I'm in the soccer team!" he talked "and the homework is okay, Y/n helps me a lot because she's smart"

"stop it" I laughed scruffing the young boys fluffy hair

"well that sounds good then, I have some of your books here for you Y/n if you want to have a look through and also his end of year report" I grabbed the small pile of books from the mans hand and began looking through while listening to the two talk about soccer and things, I looked to the page with the title 'my family' and saw a family tree scribbled with crayons and our faces drawn in: Mom, Dad, me, him, Grandma, Papa, our cousins and aunties and uncles too.

"Dylie your work is really good!, especially your family tree, you've got everyone!" I cheered. After I finished looking through all the pages I set them back on the desk and Phil finished up his convocation with Dylan

"is there any questions you have Y/n?" He asked looking to me, his face warm

"I don't think so, I mean he's doing great and thats all I can really ask for, he seems to have a good teacher too" I spoke seeing Phil smirk at me shaking his head

"great, that ends this then- Dylan, Y/n thank you for coming to see me and I'll see you on Monday little guy, and don't forget the trip money" Phil stuck his hand out to my brother who's little hand shook it back and I watched as the blonde waved walking to the door

"Y/n! Sam's out there can I go say hi?" he asked excitedly looking to his friend out side the window

"sure" I replied seeing him hurriedly open the door, he shouted a quick good bye to 'Mr Wenneck' and quickly left us behind in the class room "again sorry for being late Phil- just everywhere seemed to be busy" I laughed grabbing my bag from the floor and placing it on my shoulder then getting Dylans report off the table

"its fine don't worry- you two were my last appointment anyways, and as its you I don't mind either" he smiled coming round the front of his desk and leaning against it "but honestly Dylan is a great kid, I don't even like teaching but kids like him make it worth it you know" I nodded listening to him

"I never thought you be a teacher you know, I mean you hated school" he laughed rubbing the bridge of his nose

"Yeah I know but life happened" he said looking back to me "erm well I was wondering- do you wanna go out for dinner tomorrow?" I was a little taken back, in a good way though "it's fine if not, but we could have an actual catch up you know? I mean I haven't seen you since we were 20 ish and were now old "

"thank you very much for reminding me- but yeah what time?" I agreed, I watched as a smile spread along is face

"I'll come pick you up at 8?" I nodded "cool well erm- I'll see you tomorrow Y/n" he stood up leading me to the door, before I left I pulled him into another hug

"see you tomorrow" I whispered before letting go and walking out to grab Dylan who was happily chatting to his friend and his mom "hi Carol" I waved

"hey sweetie, how'd it go?" she asked

"good, Dylans doing really good- how's sam doing?" she shook her head and her smile dropped "oh"

"I got told he beat up another kid the other day- I don't know what to do, I mean when Charlie was younger he was nothing like this, and I remember when you were little and your little friends, you guys were never in fights- well not when you were 9! but Sam always is" her voice was full of anger

"mh, It's very odd- must be something triggering him" I spoke

"maybe I'll take him to see your mom when she's back, she's a therapist so maybe she can get to the bottom of it" Carol laughed "aways we must get off- Samual come on" the two boys said their goodbye and we walked out

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"Night Dyl" I whispered leaving his room, I walked down the stairs to the living room, falling onto the couch and flipping on the tv to a random channel, I couldn't get over that Phil was teaching my little brother, my old best friend teaching my brother... life was weird. It reminded me, I needed to get someone to Have Dylan over the weekend, I knew he would enjoy staying at our grandparents so I picked up my phone and began calling my Grandma

"hello Rosie" she answered

"hi Grandma, how're you?"

"good poppet, is everything okay?"

"yes thank you, I was just wondering if it was okay if you had Dylan tomorrow night please? I met up with an old friend, well actually do you remember Phil?"

"Oh yes Phil Wenneck, of course how could I forget Philly! he was always with Doug, Stu, you, Sasha and Lauren wasn't he" I hummed agreeing

"well I found out he's Dyls teacher! and were going out for a catch up tomorrow night"

"aw thats lovely, of course we can have Dylie, Sofia and Ryan are sleeping tomorrow so its no issue"

"thank you so much, I'll bring him at about 5:30 if thats okay"

"yep thats fine, see you tomorrow lovie"

"night, love you" I came off the phone and saw a dot on my messages, I clicked on seeing -Phil- 1 new message-

'Hey Y/n, just checking (and I hope this isn't weird) are you at your moms house, just I know you're watching Dylan for the two weeks, he was telling me x'

'Hi Phil, yeah I'm here, and bless him I had a feeling he'd be telling everyone, he was saying we were gonna throw a party and everything x' I answered

'I mean if they were anything like your parties, I'm coming x' I laughed

'yeah gonna sing bah bah black sheep with the kids? x'

'of course, it's my favourite song x' I rolled my eyes

'I bet- see you tomorrow Wenneck x'

'night x'

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"thank you so much again for having him Grandma, papa" I crouched down pulling my brother into a hug "I'll come get you tomorrow, go have fun and I'll call after okay, before bed" he nodded hugging me back then running to play with our little cousins "see you later" I hugged my grandparents then quickly drove back home to shower and get ready for seeing Phil.

I decided on a black dress, it wasn't to much, just around my thighs, some black heals, smokey dark make up and a dark red lip, my hair straightened down my back and some silver jewellery. I sprayed L’Interdit Rouge and grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder

I went into my kitchen, hurriedly pouring myself a glass of water and chugging the glass trying to suppress the anxiousness I felt rising in my stomach. The sound of the door bell rang through the hall and into the kitchen, I took one more deep breath before walking and opening up the door. I pushed the handle down and pulled the door open

"Hi Phil" I sounded as my eyes met him, he was dressed in a black suit which blended into the night perfectly, it fit his figure amazingly, hugging his muscles in all he right ways, his button up was only done up to the third one and the last two were left open showing of his toned chest, my eyes reached his face, his hair messed graciously behind his head and his sun glasses perched on his head "you look amazing" I spoke not realising I had been staring doe eyed for what felt like a life time

"I could say them same- look at you" he smiled "oh I brought you these" from behind his back he pulled out a bunch of roses, blood red- my favourites

"Phil! you didn't have too- these are beautiful!" I giggled like a child being given a lollipop

"almost as beautiful as you" I herd him chirp, my gaze snapped back to him

"careful" I laughed "come in, I'll grab a vase for these" I walked away hearing him follow behind after shutting the door

"god this place hasn't changed at all- holy shit I feel 17 again" he breathed coming into the kitchen "Its the place I first took a shot how about that" he reminisced

"yeah mom kept basically everything the same though she was going to change it all, then Dylan was born in 2000 and then she just kept it this way" he hummed leaning agains the kitchen counter

"how come your mom had Dylan- is that a weird thing to ask?...I- you don't have to answer that" he awkwardly laughed

"oh well Mom and Dad divorced erm 97' as you know, and mom got with this guy called Michel and then accidentally got pregnant, and we didn't know if he would make it because obviously mom was a lot older then most women who have children but they both made it and Dyls 10 soon" I explained

"oh wow, your moms a strong lady so I get why she made it through, I think thats why I was really shocked to see you yesterday because his name isn't Y/n/l Its Lee"

"yeah, I mean I didn't even know you were his teacher because he only ever called you Mr W or Sir" I spoke "and mom wouldn't have actually met you because this was his first parent teacher thing huh"

"yeah, anyways not that this isn't great we need to get going" he spoke checking his watch "so if you please" I walked towards the man and linked my arm with his as he led us out the house. Phil pulled open the passenger door for me and I gently settled myself into the leather seat, I watches as he went over to his side and slid in "ready?"

"Mhm" I smiled as we began our drive

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The car stopped at a restaurant with the name 'Le Rouge', The two of us stepped out the car and immediately my arm hooked on his "wow this looks- beautiful" I breathed. The door was opened by a tall man who shot us a quick smile as we stepped through the threshold. To say I was taken back was an understatement, a soft, red glow washes over the space, enveloping it in an aura of intimacy. The dim lighting, like flickering candlelight, shone a warm hue. The décor, a careful balance of simplicity and refinement, features rich dark wood accents and sumptuous red velvet curtains that drape gracefully, adding to the sultry, moody ambiance.

"Good evening Sir, Madam- how may I help?" a sweet looking girl cooed, her hands quickly grabbing a paper that lay in front of her

"hi, I have a booking should be under the name Wenneck" the girl nodded checking down the paper until her eyes seemed to find the name

"okay- if you two would like to follow me" the blonde began trotting through the many tables full of customers until she stood next to a small dark wood table for two, one candle and flower sat as the centre piece and two menus lay in our places "Erin will be your waitress tonight, and she'll be over soon to take your orders but would you like to get started on drinks?" Phil looked over to me giving me a quick nod telling me to go first, hastily I lifted the drinks menu from the side and scanned the paper

"I'll have a....Cabernet Sauvignon please" I answered seeing her write it down quickly, I turned to look back to the man sat across from me who's eyes flickered down the same menu as me

"make that a bottle and two glasses please" soon the girl disappeared with our orders "so what do you think?" Phil asked, his gaze landing back on me

"you've out done yourself Wenneck, it's gorgeous in here- I bet this place is really expensive though so I can pay-" before I could even finish the brunette chirped rolling his blue eyes at me

"shut up- I asked you out. I pay. let me treat you, I haven't seen you in years so this is the least I can do for making up for the fact that you haven't seen my face in so long" he smirked fluttering his eyes

"oh yeah of course" I laughed pulling my chair in closer "so, how have you been since I last saw you, and I don't mean from just yesterday" I gave a warning look hearing him titter

"well, we all left school I was going to work with dad in the car place but we got into this huge argument and he said I was choosing the 'easy way out' so I proved him wrong and became a teacher, then I got a job at Dylans school in 2007, been working there since, but erm I was with this girl after we left school- her name was Shannon but erm she cheated on me and I haven't actually been with anyone in god 6 years this year" the man sadly laughed "but you know I'm doing okay, I have a home and a job so thats all that matters" without really thinking about it my hand reached across the table taking his softy, I watched as his sad smile got replaced with a warm one, his eyes growing softer "what about you, what have I missed?"

"ah well- we left school obviously and I started working for a few people as a PA, worked on a few sets during like 2004 and 5, but it wasn't really enough money so changed and stared working at this bank place 2 years ago. I can't say I love it but I bought an apartment West Hollywood but I've taken the next 2 weeks of to watch Dylan but I'm looking for a new job again, hopefully back on the PA thing because I enjoyed that" he nodded, listening to every word "I was also with a guy, Jackson for a good few years but we broke up on my birthday actually, he said he was bored and needed a 'new spark' so I guess I wasn't that interesting to him" I chuckled, I looked down to my one intwined hand, the feeling of Phil's soft padded thumb swiped on my skin

"who needs those people though, I don't doubt that one day a good guy will see you and think 'damn, she's beautiful, talented, interesting, funny, beautiful'"

"you said that twice" I spoke in almost a whisper

"Its because I mean it" I felt my face heat up a ferocious red colour, before I could say anything else a wine bucket was placed onto our table and two glasses placed with it "ah thank you" Phil spoke with a smile, our hands broke away leaving mine cold. "do you want some?" the blue eyed man spoke, his voice filling my ears bringing me back to reality, I hummed holding my glass to him, the work popped and soon the red liquid began to flow into the glass until it nearly reached the rim, he filled his own then steadily placed the bottle back on the ice "to old friendships" his hand clenched around the neck of the glass, lifting it up

"to old friendships" I cheered, I let the wine cool my throat, taking all the red blush away with it, I could still feel the pricing blue gaze watching me over the table, not in a menacing way- but a adoring one. I tuned my attention back to Phil whose eyes fixed to mine "what are you going to have?" I asked seeing him look to his menu

"stake maybe, or lamb- you?" I checked down the list, until my eyes found my favourite "let me guess- filet mignon?" I nodded, a grin spreading on my lips "still know you well then"

"well I mean its been a good few years Wenneck- you sure?" I pondered, chewing my lip "do you really know me?" my voice lowered, and I couldn't help but watch his expression falter from being confident to slowly becoming more soft

"whats changed about you- tell me love" hearing the nickname nearly knocked the breath from me, something about hearing It in his voice, from his face, on his tongue

"you'll have to find out yourself" I challenged, his stare narrow

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the meal was one not to be forgotten, and the bill was another thing I would also never forget "Phil stop it- split it with me, you can't pay $250!" I snapped trying to pull the bill from his grasp

"Y/n I am a grown man with my own money- fuck off let me do this- I'll be paying tonight" he demanded

"next time I pay" I sassed, shoving my card back into my pocket, I watched as his eyebrow lifted, questioning my words

"a next time huh?" he responded with a smirk, I shook my head staring away from his eyes as he paid the bill "come on gorgeous lets go" He was killing me- the nicknames, the watching, the smirk.. I felt like a teenager again... the first time I fell for the stupid boy

"watch it Wenneck" I quipped, he brushed me off by taking my hand and leading me from the building, it was a warm night, the sky still a ink blue but a darker colour than before

"wanna go see something?" Phil's voice broke through the silence "it's only down there" I followed his out stretched arm that pointed to a small cleaning in some trees, in my head I kept thinking of the negatives but in my heart, as cheesy as it sounded, I knew if I was Phil I would've been okay.

"okay" I agreed and soon we began moving toward the narrow entrance, he pushed some branches out the way with his free hand, his other still softly holding mine "where are you taking me?" I asked, a soft laughter leaving after I saw him look back with his signature smirk. Soon we stopped as we came to a opening

"welcome to the most cozy place" I looked round the mans figure to see a small pond littered with lily-pads, and pond grass, lit by the moons glow, it was very romantic and every girls dream place to sit after a night like ours

"Phil how do you find these places?" I questioned taking in the view, he gleamed shrugging off his jacket and laying it on the floor next to the water "careful it'll get dirty"

"Y/n it can be cleaned- just sit down" without wasting anymore time, I perched myself next to him on his jacket, our legs bumping as we relaxed into the floor. I stared out in front of me, watching the small movements off the trees as the wind blew past, and the ripples that bounced in the water "tonight has been so amazing Phil, thank you" I said sincerely, my look changing to face him "really" in this light he looked heavenly, his outline illuminated by the light cascading from the sky, his eyes shining into mine, it felt like it was just us again in the world, only me and only him

"Y/n, can I ask you something?," I hummed, slowly nodding my head because no words could leave from my lips "can I kiss you?" every good emotion began wizzing around my heart, butterflies flitted in my stomach and my brain turned hazy, none of it felt real

"please" I breathed, feeling his gentle touch as his hand caressed my cheek, drawing me closer to him. My heart raced as I wrapped my arms around his neck, surrendering to the warmth of his embrace. Slowly, I settled onto his lap as his other arm pulled me onto him, our bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Our lips met in a tender kiss, igniting a spark that had been smoldering between us for years. A sweet hum escaped my lips, a melody of longing and relief, as the weight of unspoken words lifted from my shoulders..

Reluctantly we both pulled away, taking in each other movements, my lips curled into a smile which Phil quickly mirrored, his hands finding my hips as he sucked for a breath "god I've waited so long to kiss you Gorgeous" he muttered, the pads of his fingers drawing random shapes as he spoke "why did we wait so long?" he questioned

"Phil, kiss me again" My voice trembled slightly as our mouths met once more, a surge of desire mingling with passion, flooding my senses. In an instant, Phil shifted our positions, his form now looming above me, casting a shadow over us, swallowing us in darkness.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this," his words pierced through the intensity of our kiss, but I couldn't bear to be apart from him for a moment longer. With urgency, my hands pulled him closer, silencing any further words with the press of our lips. His knee parted my legs as he leaned further into me, his wight laying on his arms that caged my head between them; his lips slipped from mine and began traveling down my jaw, to my neck, to my collar bone

"Umph Phil" I whined unexpectedly, my eyes fluttered open seeing the brunettes gaze shift to a darker, hungrier side, his lips began another assault on my skin, sucking and peppering me in little butterfly kisses as I tried to stop myself from making any noises that the outside world could hear.

Phil pulled away, smiling at the view of me, I copied his expression as my hand carefully tucked back a fallen piece of hair "you should let me take you out more often" he laughed softly, his hands found mine and pulled me up to meet him, my legs felt uneasy from the moment but I forced myself to stand although my head only met his chest, the hands that once lifted me began to drag up my side until the two cupped my jaw "you okay?"

"yeah... I think just still in shock, I don't think I've ever been kissed like that in my life" he hummed, a suggestive look painting his features "what?" I asked looking up to him

"I just think you look really hot right now," he spoke with a amused smile "like, really hot" Phil repeated, his head bent so our mouths were basically exchanging air "can I kiss you again- please" It sounded almost like a beg but how could I refuse?

"you don't need to ask" I replied as once again my arms tangled behind his head. Though this kiss felt different than the last ones: hungrier, more passionate, wanting, pleading for more. My one hand knotted into his hair pulling a handful of strands causing him to lift slightly from the kiss

"ugh- fuck Y/n, don't do this to me" his voice croaked in a moan "or I'll take you home right now" I felt a rush of excitement run through my veins hearing the words leave his mouth

"do it then" I commanded pulling away to stare into his blue eyes that seemed midnight black all of a sudden. In one swift movement Phil lifted his jacket off the floor and grabbed my hand leading me back out the wooded area and to his car, the lights flashed as we climbed in and in seconds the engine roared. I couldn't stop my face from heating up as I watched his knuckles whiten from their grip on the wheel as we turned out from the restaurant parking lot back to my house.

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His hand hadn't left my thigh the entire drive home, it drew small circles on my bare skin and I couldn't help but fall into the rhythm, I watched as we turned into my street and the car came to a abrupt stop on my drive way. We exited the car and rushed to the front door, I dragged my keys from my purse and slotted them into the lock and after a few tries the door swung open

I spun around to face Phil, my heart pounding with anticipation as my arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer. Through the doorway, our bodies collided, a rush of heat and longing coursing between us. My back met the wall, but the world around us faded as our kiss deepened, the intensity building with each passing moment.

Our shared desires spilled into the air, mingling with the soft sounds of our breath and the gentle rustle of clothing. In the haze of passion, we fought for control, our bodies moving as one in a dance of longing and need. As we finally broke away, gasping for air, our faces flushed with desire, I closed the door behind us, turning my back to the man that now stood behind me, softly I felt his hands creep around my sides, his breath climbing up my neck

"I need you gorgeous" he whispered, his lips brushing the lobe of my ear, without another thought I grabbed his palm and led him up the stairs. I felt like a teenager again, messing around with my crush for the first time. We made it to my room and I knocked the door open but soon my attention was torn away and all I could think of was Phil, Phil Wenneck who's hands were holding my body as his lips pushed against mine, Phil Wenneck who was laying me on my bed and holding himself above me. Phil Wenneck.

"Take this off me," I whispered, my gaze locked with his, my voice dripping with desire. As he obeyed, his fingers trailed down the small straps of my dress, exposing my chest to his hungry gaze. I felt a shiver of anticipation race down my spine as his touch ignited a fire within me.

His hands caressed my skin, teasingly light, sending sparks of pleasure dancing across my body. I watched in rapt fascination as he cupped each breast, his touch firm yet gentle, kneading them as if they were dough in his palms

With a soft groan, his lips left mine, blazing a trail of kisses down my body, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I arched my back, offering myself to him, my breath hitching as his mouth hovered tantalizingly close to my aching nipples.

As he took one between his teeth, a sharp gasp escaped my lips, pleasure and pain intertwining in a heady mix. "F-Fuck," I hissed, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation coursing through me.

"Like that, don't you?" Phil's voice was husky as he released me, his gaze smouldering with heat. I could only nod, my body trembling with need, words failing me in the face of such intense pleasure. He repeated his actions, each touch sending me spiraling further into ecstasy. His tongue traced delicate patterns on my skin, leaving me trembling again and again, his kisses a gentle reminder of the tender passion that consumed us both.

I began to feel the heat between my legs grow hotter as I watched him draw himself down my body, my dress slowly coming all the way off and pooling at my ankles leaving me in just my black thong "you look- just woah" he grinned, his hand petting mine

"you still have too much on" I flirted sitting myself on my knees in front of him, I let my hands trail up his front till I met the first button and I pushed it undone, then the next, then the next until his top was bare revealing his tanned torso, and tanned muscles that decorated his front. I pushed myself closer to the man, my lips pressing against his peck until I reached his collar bone, my tongue poked out from between my lips as I licked a line up his neck to his ear "I need you to take these off for me" I sighed

"do you?" he purred, standing from my bed his hands unfastened his buckle then popped the button letting the material fall to the floor leaving him In his boxers which outlined his boner leaving nothing to the imagination "gonna keep staring or come do something about it" he asked with a smirk

"not if you act like that" I answered slyly as I kneeled at the side of my bed in front of the man, his hand reached for my jaw propping my mouth open, dipping his thumb into the wet

"be a good girl and lay back for me, hm gorgeous" I pulled off his finger with a pop and lay myself down, my thighs parting to show him stood just in front of me, his palm stroked my heat, the friction sent waves through my body "so sensitive already" I hummed, trying not to grind myself against his flat hand. His fingers dipped behind the material and hooked the thong away, pulling them down my thighs then to the floor, softly his hands once again parted my legs, showing him my already went cunt "look at that" he praised

"please do something" I begged, in a matter of seconds I felt his fingers brush over my skin, a few digits pushing through my folds "agh- oh Phil" I whimpered at the touch

"god if you say my name like that again I'll cum right fucking here" I smiled looking up to the man who's finger began slipping down my wetness again "deep breath baby" he spoke. I sucked in a breath which was harder then anything I had ever done before then felt a finger push through the threshold, dipping into my cunt

"Angh" I cried as Phil began a agonisingly slow pace, the pad of his finger narrowly brushing my want "a-another- another please Phil- oh please" I pleaded

"already? such a good girl gorgeous" I nodded but soon my body was stuttering at the feeling of another digit sliding in

"Nagh- tha...nk you" I breathed, my hips moved involuntary at the pleasure- my eyes screwed shut, I hadn't got the power to force them to look at him, my voice was stuck in my throat as the knot in my stomach tightened "Phil-holy... I'm gonna-" before I could finish my own sentence I cut myself off "Ooh- fu....fuck fuck my god Phil" I called, my hands blindly reached for something to hold, trying to stable myself but I couldn't reach a thing

"you're okay- come on you're alright" he cooed, his free hand stroked my head as I slowly came down from my first high, my eyes finally opened and my first look was at Phil "there we go, hey gorgeous" he smiled

"hey" I greeted back, our lips connected again and I couldn't stop my fingers from going back to his hair, small pieces caught between each digit as I pulled him closer

"hmph- Y/n gentle with me" he joked breaking the kiss, I rolled my eyes turning my gaze away from his face to his body that sat above mine, I couldn't help but notice the tent in his boxers only looked larger. Slowly I lifted my leg letting the bulge sooth over my knee "agh.. mh you think your funny don't you?" he taunted

"no- I just really want you inside me Phil" I purred as both my hands held his face "please Phil" the man moved quicker than I have ever seen a man move before, his boxers were pulled away from his hips and down his legs revealing his length. My eyes widened- he was huge, no wonder girls in school jumped at the chance of a night with Phil, now I understand.

He knelt behind me, lightly pumping his cock before brining it up to my entrance "your safe word is Mexico okay- you say that and we stop" I murmured an 'okay' and he started to come closer, his warm tip stroked through my split "ready?" I hummed, steadily he pushed in, breaking through my entrance inch by inch before pulling out and repeating his action until he was fully sank into me "god baby you're so tight" he grumbled, I nodded not being able to speak because of feeling so full "want me to start moving now?" he spoke breaking the silence.

"mhm- slowly, you're so big" I welled watching a smirk plaster his face, Phil agonisingly pulled back until only his tip sat in me "Phil don't tease" I whined "need you to...fuck me so good" i was breathless already

"no problem gorgeous" he snarked before slamming his hips back and his full length pushing back inside me, I yelled at the force as he found a pace, our bodies hitting together in a rhythm only gods could create

"Oh Phil...Feels so good in me" I chattered, eyes fixated on him, I couldn't tare my gaze away as his shoulders tensed to keep himself up, a sheen of sweat building on his skin, his hair becoming unruly on his head as stray strands fell

"You feel so good around me- ugh fuck Y/n- such a good girl Y/n" hearing my name fall from his mouth only made me needier, it sounded so right

"fuck Phil- I feel so fucking good, shit- you fill me up so well Wenneck" I panted, my hands digging into his shoulders, nails scratching his skin

"fu-fuck you say it so well baby, I only wanna hear my name out your mouth" he moaned pressing open mouth kissed on my neck "I feel close- are..are you?" his voice trembled

"mhm- I was trying to hold off for you" I spoke, to brain numb to stop the truth, I could already feel his cock twitching inside me as he pounded my g-spot tirelessly

"cum with me- fuck baby" he hissed as I felt his thrusts get faster, our moans started to sync, I never thought I could fall for Phil, but seeing this side, hearing his voice, his moans, his venerability, I couldn't help the feeling "Y/n I need to come so bad" he begged

"shit- i...I- Oh my god" I hiccuped feeling the tie in my stomach rip apart and a swarm of warm blanketing me everywhere, then the sensation of my walls being painted with ropes of cum as the man above me faltered

"mgh- ah, holy fuck" he gulped, his head falling to my shoulder "I've never came that quick in my life" a small laugh escaped as he caught his breath while pulling out

"neither...Jesus Phil" I breathed, our eyes met again and we both had a new glow about us "you look pretty like this" I spoke brushing my fingers through his hair

"you've always been beautiful but right now," his lips tenderly met mine, the kiss was sweet and meaningful making the moment only better "Y/n can I say something?"

"yeah" I agreed, he shifted to be lay next to me, his palm sliding down to rest in the crook of my waist "what is it?"

"I really love you, I did all through school and, when we left I regretted not telling you but yesterday, seeing you and all, then today, I remembered how I felt," I blushed, hiding my face with my free hand "that was so cheesy but I don't even care anymore" he chuckled

"I really love you too Phil" our lips caught each others again, smiling into the make out, we pulled away letting our foreheads rest against each others "we waited so long"

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My eyes fluttered open to my sun kissed room, the light stripping against my walls, I hummed letting my head nuzzle back into Phil's chest where I'd been lay since the early hours of the morning, my fingers drew up his stomach and scratching softly over his peck, I felt him stir at the touch, pulling small faces at the feeling "what are you doing" he yawned

"nothing" I hummed pressing a kiss to his skin "but it is time to wake up" he sighed rubbing his face with the hand that wasn't wrapped around my waist. Finally he opened his eyes and faced me, though I had already been watching for a while

"morning gorgeous" he sounded

"morning Phil" he pulled me close laying a kiss to the top of my head then propping his chin against my forehead "I've gotta get Dylan soon by the way" he hummed again, I could tell he was falling back to sleep, so quickly I sat myself up pulling the cover away from our bodies

"Y/n come on! five more minutes" he sneered "please baby" his voice begged as morning still lay thick on his voice

"no, come on Wenneck- I remember when we were kids you would say that then not move for another hour so up" I demanded taking his hand and pulling him from the bed. He rose up, towering above me

"you're mean" he commented as he loomed down on me

"but you told me you loved me last night" I played, my finger teasingly running down his front

"I do," he grinned leaning closer "but I also think you're mean" I rolled my eyes wondering away as he sat himself back on the bed falling back.

Quickly I got showered, washed my face and brushed my teeth and changed into jeans and a jumper in a few minutes, Phil on the other hand had just managed to brush his teeth and stick his shirt back on as he continuously groaned about being awake so early on a Sunday, though it was 11:30am

"okay well I need to go get Dyl now, he's got a soccer club to get to at 1 and I need to clean the house and things" I moaned, leaning my head against Phil, soothingly his hand ran down my back comforting me as he laughed

"why don't I stay and help? I have nothing better to do, and I can stay with you a bit longer, make dinner, be like another date" he asked, and I couldn't help but smile at his idea, having him around would make things better

"sounds perfect, now come on we've gotta go get Dyl"

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My hand pushed the doorbell and soon enough the shuffling of slippers appeared on the other side "afternoon sunshine" my grandma beamed pulling me into a hug "and who's thi- Oh my lord, Phil Wenneck, look at you!" quickly she came out grabbing his face, inspecting all his changes "Philip aren't you so handsome!" she cooed

"thank you, you look lovely yourself, haven't changed a bit" he spoke as she stepped away laughing

"stop it you, anyways let me grab Dylan, he's been playing with the dog all morning- Dylan Y/n's here!" she called wandering back into the house

"Y/n!" a voice called as the noise of shoes tapped down the hall way and soon hands wrapped around me "you didn't call last night like you said!" he complained though still with a smile on his face

"I'm sorry, I got a bit busy last night Dyl" my gaze changed to Phil who was stood smiling at us

"Mr Wenneck?"

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Change of winds

22!F1!grid X female!driver!reader

Words count : 3.2k .

* I'm so sorry for the long delay 🙏🏻 💔 . 💀🤦🏻‍♀️Life is shit in general and I can't finish any of my WIP list , so this might be the last update for a while until I could make/find the time to breathe and get some proper writing done .

2.october

Stretching after a long dreadful meeting was the first thing she did once everyone dismissed themselves out of the room , suppressing a yawn by covering her mouth as she leaned back in her chair in exhaustion . Today was a full schedule and that means back to back meetings along with legal and audit reviews of months worth of work , not to mention the preparations for upcoming events and gala's due to end of year celebrations back in headquarters .

To say her schedule was packed would be an understatement, but she made sure to not overwhelm herself and made time to check on the guys . she hated how they all got distracted by their busy schedules and lives in general, now they barely got a chance to meet eachother at their Spare time, and that was hard on all of them , the transition of going from spending most of their time working together even spending their off time close by to separate across the globe with them traveling constantly and her tucked away from one meeting to another not to mention the different timezones far away from their reach .

They still made the effort to call and leave voice messages daily, keeping her up with what's happening on the grid, and she in return left them all with voice messages and calls before every race , wishing them luck and a safe drive , religiously tuning in to every quali and race despite the time gaps and the work load , even indulging her now employees to enjoy the sport too , unknown to them how she herself used to race not long ago , some even recognized her but kept quiet out of respect to not get her unwanted attention, so she made most of the time to distract herself from the pit of uneasiness growing in her chest , and her almost overflowing schedule helped in that aspect.

A light knock snapped her out, followed by her assistant Lauren who peeked her head in , giving her an apologetic look making her sigh deeply before ushering her in " what now? " Lauren winced as she briefed her on the situation " you remember Mr Solly ? , head of the Australian branch is outside waiting on for an urgent meeting, something to do with the recent changes regarding the finance and marketing department " she tilted her head at the name " he came all the way to France to complain?" Lauren just nod not knowing what to say, making her huff a laugh " that's dedication, I'll give him that " taking a quick glance at her watch she then decided "Alright, I have 20 minutes before the next meeting so send him in , and please make sure to send out the Japanese deadline notice before we head to Montreal " Lauren nods as she typed on her pad then handed her the next meeting files " this will be our final meeting for the French branch , tomorrow will be field day and you have an appearance at Paris d'or gala , then you're free till Wednesday night , we'll be heading to Spain for the launch then we'll fly to Montreal form there before heading to New York on the 13th " she slumped over the desk dramatically , Groaning as she grumbled " and I thought my media duties were torturous " making Lauren remember " by the way the new Media team are going to attend the event tomorrow evening and will accompany us through the rest of the way back to UK " she snapped her head at the news " what!? , no no no " Lauren nod at her miserable face " yes, be grateful they're not following you everyday" , she straightened her posture and nods " if they try to get on my nerves I'm ditching them for good " Lauren nods in agreement " fair enough " then she made way to the door , letting Mr Solly in before closing it behind her .

The man walked in confidently with a certain look in his eyes, one she saw too many times to recognise with ease, he was sizing her and at the same time giving off the illusion of power , of having the upper hand over the situation, and she wanted to see the show he was trying to put up to it's end so she held her tongue as she greeted him " Mr Solly, you're a long way from Australia" he nods stoically " Ms L/N, I apologize for the inconvenience , I know how demanding your schedule is these days " she gave him a bored look " good to see we both think of it the same way " , her statement made him clench his hands but he kept his cool and proceeded " well , it's about the financial arrangements you installed previously and we see that they're a bit , extreme " she leveled him with a raised eyebrow " and may I ask who is we? " He cleared his throat " well the .... The directors and ..." She didn't waste time listening to his lame excuses " if my memory serves me right , and it does. The 'arrangements' as you called them were approved by the board members along with the department manager himself and the shareholders " his breath hitched and she didn't stop there " these arrangements came in time with various complaints from within the department about missing numbers from the accounts and they're not just small undetected numbers, they're big Mr Solly, too big to get swiped aside as human error or collateral casualty, so I'm asking you directly Mr Solly, do you have something to say? " , he clenched his jaw before he gritted out " what are you insinuating? " She leaned back on her chair with a wide grin " I'm not insinuating anything Mr Solly, I'm just asking obvious questions? But you seems to already know the answers " , He straightened his back and dropped his fake smile " you have no idea how things work, this is bigger than you , you think you can just come in and run around as you please just cause you're sitting on that chair? It's only a matter of time before everything crumbles because of your ignorance , you won't be smiling then " , she feigned surprise " are you threatening me Mr Solly? " He seemed satisfied with her reaction as he smugly answered " no , I'm simply enlightening you " she shook her head in boredom, staking her files and intertwined her hands on top of the stak giving him a wide smile unfazed by his falling apart façade " then let me enlight you in return , in two weeks time will be the next evaluation, I'll expect one of two things when I turn up by then , either your full report along with the missing accounts and data or your resignation letter, it's up to you to choose which one I'll be receiving first " .

She stood with a silent huff , not giving him space to react or answer back to the accusations and collected her files " now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be , I'm sure you know your way out " she made her way to the door and left like nothing happened.

The man was at the point beyond seething, he screamed at the empty chair, slamming his hands on the desk and proceeded to kick at chair before him . She stood by Lauren's desk, not bothering to glance at the closed door where the shouts of anger radiates off " charge him if he damaged anything and be sure to have at least one of the security to..... help him out if needed , and let me know if Martin call back or send the files I asked about " with a final nod she made her way to the next meeting .

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4.october 2022

Letting a chuckled at her frowning face , then shared an amused grin over her head with Sergio who extended his arm out for her to hold into " I thought you'd be more hungover than this " , she gave him a hard glare reaching blindly to smack him as she replied emphasizing with each smack " and I thought you'd be nicer " he dodged the last one groaning as he held his wounded shoulder from her assault " you ditched me for months!! and when you show up you hit me !? " She shrugged " I'm suffering and you're the one responsible for it so you have to suffer too " she turned to Sergio who was now laughing at their fight while kylian scoffed at her "it's not my fault you drink like a bottomless pit ! I told you to slow down !" She turned her head back to scowl at him " I was nervous!! and you dared me to drink half of what we had!" He looked away at her accusations finding interest in the ceiling , away from her glaring eyes .

She rolled her eyes and asked " where's Leo ? He's my favourite anyway, and he's for sure nicer than you " he pouted and made his way behind her to wrap his arms around in a tight hug, swaying them from side to side as he whined " I thought I was your favourite?! " She held his arms with one of her hands while she used the other to reach back to give him a hard pinch on his side " not when you're amplifying my headache " making him yelp in pain and flinch away holding his side " fuck! " , she ignored him and turned to Sergio who was holding back his laugh and raised an eyebrow at him with her eyes narrowed " you want one ? " He backed away raising his hands in fear " no thank you" she nods and made her way towards the rest of the team waiting for the tour guide to lead them further into the newly built facility .

Her father's company has been one of the main investors which made the responsibility to attend on a short notice to attend the tour either along with the other investors from other companies or with the team itself, and since she was barely conscious that morning when Lauren flooded her phone with SOS messages to drag her not even 15 minutes later to attend with the team their first tour on the newly built facility .

So here she is , willing her tired self to push through the day in favour of sleeping her killer hangover away , not to mention her little shit of a best friend who is making hard for her to not throw him in one of the construction containers to serve him for poking fun at her .

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5.october

Tom made his way to the stairs, avoiding the crowded lift in order to clear his mind a bit , a little exercise with some music won't do him any harm , so with his headphones on loud he took the first two floors before contemplating his choice as his legs started to shake , and it didn't take long for him to deem his choice a shitty one and used the exit door to find the lift in the third floor .

He leaning on the wall to support his weight as he waited to catch his lost breaths , and when it finally arrived it was way less crowded than he expected, with only one lady standing on the side with her hands clapped before her in an elegant way , he adjusted his hoodie and greeted her in a polite " hello " receiving a nod back before taking the other side further from her after pressing the top floor, focusing his eyes on his phone to pass the time , after a moment she asked after noticing where he's heading " you're going for a meeting too ? " He looked at her then shrugged " you can say that " she hummed in thought then pointed at what he was wearing , a hoodie along with jeans and his hair a mess , and gave a disapproving face " I don't think you have an appropriate attire for such place " even shaking her head with disdain " kids these days " he gave her a side glance , huffing a laugh under his breath before speaking aloud " well , it's a good thing i didn't ask for your opinion nor approval on that , seeing it's none of your business " leaving her with her mouth shut and hands clenched into fists , and made his exit when they reached the floor , rolling his eyes at her then turned round the corner and out of her sight.

He came face to face with Eddie who looked ready to head to a meeting, giving him a glare as he stood his ground with his arms crossed making Eddie clap his hands in a pleading manner " it's a last minute meeting, I wouldn't go if it wasn't urgent, it's only half hour consultation " when he didn't receive any answer he went for bribery " I'll get you a brand new set " Tommy gave him an unimpressed look " Bibi already did send me one from France " Eddie rolled his eyes with a mumble of " of course she did " before huffing at his youngest brother and asked " what do you want ? " Tommy extended his hand with his palm up " I'm driving back , and for the next week " he glared back at him and Searched his pockets before throwing his key at Tommy's waiting hand pointing at him in warning " just this time " and hurried down the hall to the meeting room , he swung the keys around his finger as he made his way to Carlton , his brother's longtime assistant who sat behind his desk as usual , making the later look up when he made his way over , smiling up at him as he leaned on the desk " look what Van Gogh dragged in " Tommy's smile widened , with his dimples on full display as he peeked his head over the screen that Carlton was working on minutes ago , " oh , no need for insults , you could just say you missed me " Carlton raised an eyebrow at him and scoffed " yeah sure , I do miss you missing up my files and distracting me half of the time you're here , and the other half you spend whining up and down about being board " Tommy kept his grin and teased with his eyes squinted " so you do miss me ! " Carlton rolled his eyes and sighed going back to his work " sit your ass down, I got work to do " he saluted and made his way over to set of plush chair across from the desk and made himself comfortable then started working on one of his sketches , moments later he heard his name being called, and when he looked up he was greeted by a slightly medium sized bag aimed at his face but he caught it before any damage could happen, and before jumping to send it back at Carlton he looked at the bag and his smile returned at the sight of his favourite candy , and called out in a sweet voice " ooooh , so you did, did missed me !? " making the other mumble under his breath " sometimes I regret doing so " making Tommy ask loudly " what was that ? " , " nothing! , if you don't want it give it back ! " The call made Tommy hug the bag and lean away "ok! I want it ! And thank you for thinking of me ! " making Carlton groan and burry his blushing face on his hands almost regretting his action , almost , but the sound of Tommy's loud humming made him take it back , " huummmn , sweet , but not as sweet as you~ " , yup he definitely regrets it now .

Back to Edward who was making his way to his urgent consultation after handing over his car keys, taking a breath before unlocking the door and stepping in , about to greet the Clint who turned out to be a woman standing by the window overlooking the skyline of London with her back facing him , but his words died in his throat when she turned around to face him , a smile made it's way upon her lips and she didn't hesitate to greet him , taking notice of his stunned face and stiff shoulders " hello Edward , it's been a long time " , he couldn't grasp if it's real or if he was having a cruel dream , no a nightmare . but it took him a moment to find his voice again and ask in disbelief " Mom ? " .

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