#i put this in google translator lo

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What listening to Benny Goodman’s Why Don’t you do Right for three hours straight does to a mf

(no those are not genderbends, he’s just wearing feminine clothing)

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Subject of Interest

pairing: carlos sainz x fem!photographer!reader

summary: fans love carlos’ girlfriend and her unhinged comments and photography hobby

a/n: needed a slight break from the lando fic and I love doing these small photography based smaus. I will probably be doing these for more drivers — feel free to request someone you’d like to see!

a/n 2: fyi this is all google translate Spanish 🤷‍♀️

a/n 3: I tried to write horny for the first time and I think? It went? Ok?

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princesa: mi amor, ¿sabes lo que me vas a hacer? Either put that thing away or put it to use. (My love, do you know what you're going to do to me?)

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user1: ahhhh love to see the princess back in action

↳user2: girl we missed you and your unhinged comments

landonorris: thERE ARE CHILDREN PRESENT

↳princesa: then leave? I know you have enough of a brain in that empty head of yours to do that

↳landonorris: I just wanted to congratulate my friend!! Why are you so mean?!?

↳princesa: niño…(Boy)

↳landonorris: nope! Lando!

↳oscarpiastri: seriously?

↳princesa: I’m glad he’s your teammate now

↳oscarpiastri: thanks 😑

↳landonorris: hey!

carlossainz55: Of course princesa…On an unrelated note, where are you again?

↳landonorris: not you too!

↳princesa: 🚪 here’s the door! Use it

↳landonorris: I’m gonna report you for bullying

↳princesa: try it twig!

carlossainz55: Hermosa…you tell me to behave but post that picture?

↳princesa: 🤭🤭

↳carlossainz55: 🥵

↳princesa: I’ve got the car waiting for you

↳carlossainz55: 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

user3: girl I’m begging you for just one chance

↳carlossainz55: No

↳user4: when you pull up for a competition to worship the princess and your competition is Carlos Sainz

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princesa: 🏎️ 💨💨 vroom vroom — the cars may go fast but I’d like to take my time with you baby

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user5: congrats on the podium Carlos!!

user6: did she just…

↳user7: imply they fuck? Yes.

↳princesa: 😉

↳user7: girl Ferrari is gonna put you in pr jail

↳princesa: 🤷‍♀️ I look good in handcuffs

↳carlossainz55: 👀👀

↳princesa:😘💋❤️

landonorris: just once I’d like to open instagram and not be assaulted with you and your gross relationship 😠🤮

↳princesa: boo hoo does A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP scare you

↳landonorris: NO

↳carlossainz55: Oh?

↳landonorris: it’s your horny ass comments! Leave it at home!

↳princesa: it’s ok Lando — someday you’ll have a girlfriend

↳landonorris: ive haD GIRLDFRIENDS BEFORE

↳princesa: you’re behavior says otherwise tbh

↳landonorris: STOP LYING TO THE INTERNET

user8: did you guys go on a bike ride?

↳princesa: Carlos did! I was sitting pretty in the basket while he showed me around town before taking us to the beach, letting my man treat me right.

↳carlossainz55: As you should princesa, never lift a finger when I’m around

↳user8: wow that’s so cute and so sappy

↳user9: this comment thread called me single in every language

princesa

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princesa: thank you baby for the amazing break. I’m glad I got to spend some alone time with my handsome man. Next week it’s back to the grind — I just know you’ll be on top 🏆🏆

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carlossainz55: Princesa, I’d take you to the ends of the world if you’d ask

↳user10: same! 😭

↳carlossainz55: Not this princesa

↳princesa: I’d follow you anywhere you wanna take me handsome

carlossainz55: And you know I look good on top

↳princesa: i don’t know…wanna refresh my memory?

↳carlossainz55: I do need to get my cardio in today…

↳princesa: well let’s see how fast you are then…I’m waiting 😉

↳user11: YOU ARE IN PUBLIC

user12: I gotta say it…I’ve missed these horny comments. Insta just isn’t the same without them

↳user13: heeeeyyyy 🍑🍑🍆🍆💦💦

↳user12: eww no

charles_leclerc: Forza Ferrari Sempre!! Second half of the season will be ours!

↳carlossainz55: You know it!

↳princesa: Go Ferrari!

user14: no disgusted lando comments? What’s happening?

↳princesa: i blocked him for this post 😊

↳user14: 🤣🤣

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princesa: Ferrari might be all red but baby, blue is your color — I believe a congratulations is in order Mr Race Winner

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user15: what a race…a Ferrari, McLaren, Williams podium was not on my bingo card for the year…

user16: petition for Ferrari to officially change its color to blue

↳user17: girl like 10 different drivers dnfed

↳user16: but Carlos won!

carlossainz55: Thank you mi amor ❤️

↳princesa: No tengo las palabras para describir lo orgulloso que estoy de ti! (I don't have the words to describe how proud I am of you!)

↳carlossainz55: Conozco mi amor y eso está bien. (I know my love and that's fine.)

↳princesa: I do know how I’m gonna congratulate you tho!

↳carlossainz55: 😳😳

carlossainz55: Are you going to be my prize, mi amor?

↳princesa: oh baby you know it!

↳princesa: just wait and see what I’ve got planned for you

↳carlossainz55: 🥵🥵

↳landonorris: 🤮🤮

↳landonorris: why? Must I? Suffer?

↳princesa: i should have kept you blocked

↳landonorris: i just wanted to congratulate my friend?

↳princesa: do it on your own post and let me be horny for my man in peace

↳landonorris: you’re uninvited to my party tonight?

↳princesa: for what? You dnfed like first

↳landonorris: 👎🏻👎🏻👎🏻

alex_albon: congrats man! It was great to be able to share a podium with you!

↳carlossainz55: Felicitaciones a ti también (Congratulations to you too)

↳carlossainz55: it was good to see you on the podium as well

oscarpiastri: great race!

↳carlossainz55: You as well!

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princesa: Winning looks good on you baby. You should do it more often 🏆

In all seriousness, congratulations on your season Carlos — you did fantastic this year and it was such a pleasure to travel with you and watch you live your dreams.

That said — I’m very excited for the couple of months we will have to ourselves 😘💋❤️

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carlossainz55: Princesa…I loved every second of this year, racing and traveling with you. Thank you for agreeing to my crazy idea and following me around the world.

↳princesa: oh my love…No había ningún otro lugar en el que preferiría estar que a tu lado. (There was no other place where I would rather be than by your side)

↳carlossainz55: No podría haber pedido un mejor socio (I couldn't have asked for a better partner)

carlossainz55: All to ourselves huh? 🤔

↳princesa: i know! Whatever will we do with all that time? 🤭😉

↳carlossainz55: Oh I can think of a few things 😏

↳landonorris: YEAH. GOLFING. HANGING OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS. VISITING FAMILY!!

↳princesa: Oh, estoy tan contenta de tener un par de meses lejos de este niño... (I'm so happy to have a couple of months away from this child)

↳landonorris: Wrong!

↳carlossainz55: Since when can you read Spanish?

↳princesa: since when can you read?

↳landonorris: I’m reporting you again for bullying! And google translate exists ya know

↳landonorris: also! I’m gonna be visiting you this break

↳princesa: sorry not interested in a threesome

↳landonorris: NOOOO

↳landonorris: Carlos promised me a couple rounds of golf so there 😝

↳carlossainz55: it was a moment of weakness

user18: oh to have a champagne soaked Carlos Sainz sprint over to me to kiss me senseless after a spectacular race,,,

↳princesa: it’s a great experience! But get your own — this one is mine

↳user18: girl we’ve seen all your comments this year. We know

↳princesa: just like reminding people they can look but not have 😊

user19: i know everyone has been focusing on their…horniness this year but damn she must love him too. To quit her job just to follow him across the world…

↳princesa: it was a scary thought at first but I’m so glad I did it

↳carlossainz55: I am as well

↳landonorris: I’m not. Go away

↳princesa: I’m gonna be honest with you. We get worse with distance — you got off light this year

↳landonorris: nooooooooooooooo

↳user20: and they’re back to their regular programming

user21: my favorite part of the season is now knowing Lando Norris is the type of person to clutch his pearls at the sight of an ankle…

↳user22: right? Not what i expected

↳landonorris: I AM NOT!

↳user22: sure Jan

↳landonorris: I CAN HANDLE SEX JUST FINE THEIR JUST BEING MEAN TO ME

↳user21: ok grandpa, let’s get you back to bed

↳landonorris: NOT YOU GUYS TOO…

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carlossainz55: No more Ferrari PR jail, no more hiding these in my camera roll. My gorgeous gorgeous girl 🥵🥵 I’m so glad to be able to call you mine

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princesa: well let’s not completely get rid of the jail…I do quite like the handcuffs ☺️

↳carlossainz55: I could be persuaded

↳princesa: meet me in five?

↳carlossainz55: 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

user23: oh my god you guys were being tame???

↳princesa: oh absolutely

↳user23: oh my god…

user24: can Carlos fight? Like seriously?

↳carlossainz55: Yes

↳user25: I think if a group of us get together we could take him

↳carlossainz55: You’d be wrong

↳princesa: sorry girls guys and nonbinary pals — I am a one man girl

↳princesa: and I think I’d have to report you to someone

↳user25: you know what? That’s fair

↳used24: and hot!?! Gotta love that kind of loyalty

landonorris: I’m gonna deactivate my account

↳princesa: I didn’t think I’d get my Christmas present so early!

↳landonorris: 😑😑

↳carlossainz55: I’ll give you a Christmas present 🎁

↳princesa: a big one?

↳carlossainz55: Oh you know it

↳landonorris: NOT ON MY COMMENT THREAD. GO AWAY

user26: Sad to see Carlos leave Ferrari but good god am I excited to see the more unhinged version of him in Williams…

↳user27: thank god I’m not the only one

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Sick Days(MapiXIngridXLeónReader)

Warning: Google translate used , Asthma attack

Summary: your sister & Ingrid want you to rest but you are really stubborn.

"¡estoy bien!(I am fine)!" You claimed. Even though it was obvious you weren't. In fact you were dangerously close to triggering an Asthma attack. Which was obviously not good at all.

¡No, no estás bien!(No you aren't okay!)" Mapi answered. Looking at you. You were quite stubborn so even though you had the exact same conversation an hour ago when Mapi woke you up for practice and realized how sick you actually were. Yesterday you had a little sniffle. Now you had a bad cough and could barely breath. You actually were wheezing every now and then.

Your sister wasn't the only one that voiced her concern though. No Ingrid did as well.

"y/n, you need to take some days off and rest. Practice could make things worse!" Ingrid let you know.

"No quiero defraudar al equipo.(i don't want to let the Team down.)" You explained.

"¡Tu práctica faltante no los decepcionará!(you missing practice won't disappoint them!)" Mapi answered. Your sister didn't like this one bit. She has seen you have Asthma attacks when you were younger & she knew how bad those were. And how bad they could be even now. When you catch a cold or something like that.

"Si te esfuerzas demasiado, eso los afectará.(you pushing yourself too hard , is gonna affect them though.)" She also added. Ingrid nodded her head in agreement.

"Sólo quiero ver la práctica al menos.(i just want to watch practice at least.)" You told them. They weren't too Happy about that either because you actually belonged in bed but that way they at least could keep an eye on you.

"Bien, pero ponte ropa de abrigo.(fine, but put on some warm clothes.)" Mapi replied.

"and bring a blanket!" Ingrid said.

"bueno.(Okay)" You wheezed out. Mapi and Ingrid glanced at one another. Really regretting to agreeing with letting you Go to practice. Even if it was just to watch. You are 16 years old and have been living with them since you joined Barca a few months back.

You almost fell asleep in the car, but fought against it. You wore a thick Jacket, a Beanie and a scarf. When you walked into the lockerroom. Well walked wasn't actually the most accurate word to describe it. You dragged yourself in. The Hood of your Jacket over the Beanie on your head. Blanket wrapped around you. Everyone was looking at you with concern written all over their faces. You were coughing softly, sitting down on the bench.

"Pequeño, tu lugar está en la cama.(little one, you belong in bed.)" Alexia said right away.

"Sólo estoy aquí para mirar.(just here to watch.)" You let her know.

"Intentamos hacerla descansar, Alexia.(we tried to get her to rest, Alexia.)" Mapi explained, walking in right behind you. Ingrid next to her.

"you know she is stubborn." Ingrid replied. You let out a huff which actually triggered a coughing fit. Aitana right by your side, rubbing your back.

"Te ves agotada!(you look exhausted)" She told you.

"¡No quería perdérmelo!(i didn't want to miss out!)" You admitted. Sniffling softly.

"¡Puedes mirar, pero si las cosas empeoran, te irás a casa!(you can watch but if things get worse you are going home!)" Alexia said.

They got ready to go outside for practice. Doing some drills. You watched them for a bit before you started to develop a fever. Hoping the other Girls wouldn't look over cause if they did they would notice it right away.

Unfortunately that fever wasn't the issue right now. No you started coughing really badly and ended up with an Asthma attack in full swing. Breathing heavy. The noises you made were quite loud appearently because the Girls all looked at you before they sprinted over. Your sister was the first one by your side. Along with Ingrid and Alexia.

"¡Está bien, estoy aquí!(it's okay I am here!)" Mapi told you. She sat you up straight. Grabbing your inhaler from the Pocket of her trainings sweatpants.

"Take a deep breath!"Ingrid instructed once Mapi placed the inhaler in your mouth. And you did take two deep breaths. It wasn't easy. But you managed.

"Ya es suficiente. Necesitas ir a casa y descansar.(that's enough. you need to go home and rest.)" Alexia answered.

You were too weak to argue. Ingrid who helped you up with Mapi frowned.

"you are burning Up!" She stated. Looking really worried. Mapi put a Hand on your forehead.

"Tienes mucha fiebre. (you have a really bad fever.)" Mapi confirmed.

Alexia told them to take you home and make sure you get enough rest. There was a really important game coming up in two weeks and they all knew you wanted to play in it. So resting now was Key.

The two took you Home and helped you into your pjs. Then they put you to bed. Ingrid decided to make some soup for you and Mapi stayed with you. Watching you sleep. She was worried you would have another Asthma attack. You ended up cuddling into your sister's arms. Sleeping for most of the day, you had some of the soup Ingrid made, had a long bath and then went back to sleep once again. Both Ingrid and Mapi stayed with you the entire night. Thankfully the next day was an off day so you didn't had to worry about missing out on anything. You were sleeping for most of that day as well before you started to feel like yourself again so you slowly got back into practice.

And you were able to play in the important game! Which you one and scored a goal in.

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The pink cup — One shot

Clàudia Pina x OFC

Shot Warnings: nothing, some spanish and the translation next to it. Just cute stuff this time. Honestly foul language is just normal language for me, I can’t spend more than ten minutes without swearing.

Author’s note: established relationship. Also, I’m no ballerina, I’m honestly just making shit up from whatever appears on my fyp on tiktok and googling sometimes. There’s a little reference to a common joke in spain about a kids yogurt brand called danonino (it was supposed to make you grow). Also I have the feeling that I use the word “just” too much.

Word count: 1872

Summary: the first time Clàudia stayed over at her girlfriend’s apartment was also the first time she saw her getting ready for work.

Clàudia knew Livie was a ballerina. Like, that was the reason she came to Barcelona. The day they met, back in the middle of summer, Livie had her ballet clothes on. Her apartment was filled with ballet stuff. She had been there before. Livie had given her a tour and explained why her other bedroom only had a bunch of really big mirrors, a few pairs of pointe shoes scattered in a corner and a handrail — “It’s called barre, love” she’d said. But Clàudia had never stayed over.

Up until now it had been Livie who had stayed over at Clàudia’s apartment. Always the night before her off day so she wouldn’t have to rush to the studio immediately after waking up.

But now it was Nutcracker season, there were no days off, quite literally. Rehearsals were every day, sometimes twice a day. It was winter which meant people were getting sick which meant Livie had to learn more than one role in case she needed to cover for some girl that couldn’t hold her cough long enough.

Whenever Livie and Clàudia happened to have the same day off they would sleep until noon. If it was only Livie’s, they would wake up fairly early to make sure Clàudia gets to training on time, even if Clàudia basically just groaned and crawled around her apartment while her girlfriend prepared her breakfast. But this was the first time Clàudia had a day off and Livie didn’t, so she stayed over at Livie’s.

She had no idea Livie would wake up at six in the morning to start stretching. And she had never seen her stretch. Or do anything ballet-related for that matter, al least not in person.

“Go back to sleep, baby. We’ll have breakfast at eight”.

She tried, she wanted to, but curiosity had taken over. She wanted to see what kind of stretches were necessary at six in the morning, if Livie was going to put on her pointe shoes and do the pirouettes that Clàudia had seen on her TikTok. So she got up, put on a hoodie and walked through the apartment, the ballet room was on the other side.

Clàudia was mesmerized. And a bit scared.

Because what do you mean her girlfriend could lay face down and just lift her torso and arms until she folded backwards completely. Her smile was creepy like that but Livie found Clàudia’s fear very funny.

What the fuck. Honestly.

“You can sit in that corner, babe”.

“Okay”. Clàu was too sleepy to make sense of how Olivia’s body was folding, because it really didn’t make sense. “You look posessed”. Olivia couldn’t hold her laugh anymore, or that posture. Clàu was rubbing her eye with her lips making a little pout and sleep written on her face while Olivia was laughing quite loudly. “¿De qué te ríes? Si hubieras visto lo que yo al asomarme a la puerta, me entenderías” What are you laughing about? If you had seen what I saw when I peeked through the door, you’d understand me.

“You just look so cute, baby”.

“Not funny”.

Olivia went back to stretching and then did some mobility exercises and might have shown off a little bit at the barre just because she loved having Clàudia focused solely on her.

Once she finished, Clàudia stood up and clapped, making her laugh. “And you do this every morning?” Livie got closer, Clàu wrapped her arms around her hips.

“Yeah pretty much”.

“Wow” Clàu was looking at her with wide eyes, the height difference making her look absolutely adorable. Olivia was at least an entire head taller than Clàudia.

“Babe you do very impressive things every day too”.

“Yes but I don’t fold in half. I can’t even raise my leg too high without falling”.

Livie held Clàudias face with her hands, a soft chuckle escaping her mouth. “And I can’t shoot a football and have it perfectly hit a bottle that was carefully placed on top of the crossbar. But that’s okay because I’m not a footballer, you are. And it’s incredibly hot when you do that”. Clàudia smiled and got on her tiptoes to kiss Livie, who bent down a little bit to meet her girlfriend halfway. Her soft cheeks in her hands, her warm lips on hers, her arms around her hips and her body flush against hers. “Fuck I wanna stay like this all day”.

“My calves would disagree”.

“Then I’d take you to bed so we could cuddle”.

“Don’t mention the things we can’t do until opening night”. Clàu protested with a pout.

“Sorry”. She murmured, placing a kiss on Clàu’s forehead. “I’m gonna take a shower and get ready, then we can go for breakfast at the cafe next to the studio”.

Once Livie left, Clàudia basically run to the kitchen to make her a huge coffee, and plate the overnight oats that they left on the fridge with a lot of fruits. Livie had to take a few supplements every day so Clàudia also prepared that on a tiny plate and a glass of orange juice next to it. The fizzing sound let her know the coffee was ready so she took the huge moka pot out of the stove. Clàudia knew Livie got a baby pink Stanley cup as a gift from one of her aunts when she moved to Barcelona, the question is, where the fuck was it?

She looked inside almost every cupboard only to find it on the top shelf of one of them.

“Quién me manda a mí a no comer los petisuis de danonino”. Serves me right for not eating danonino’s petit suisse. The footballer grumbled while pulling a chair to reach that shelf.

Right when she gets down, Clàudia feels a pair of arms surrounding her. “What are you doing?” Livie asked with a chuckle while kissing her neck.

“I wanted to make your coffee on the cup you like but it was too high”.

“I swear you can’t get more adorable and every day you find a new way”.

“I’m not adorable, I’m just short”. Said Clàu turning around with a pout and looking up at Livie.

“I meant you making my coffee on my favorite cup, baby”. Kissing her girlfriend was Livie’s favorite thing in the world, but kissing her when she was just slightly annoyed and pouting and frowning? Jesus she could die right then and there. “But yeah your height adds to it a little”.

“I knew it!” Clàu complained, hitting Livie’s arm.

“Come on, love, let’s have breakfast”.

Olivia took her hand and guided her to the breakfast bar, where Clàudia pulled her chair (Livie included) as close as possible and Livie just placed her legs across Clàu’s lap. Clàudias left hand went immediately to rub circles on her tight-covered knees.

“I still have to put on my sweatpants. It’s fucking cold today”.

“You look adorable with your sweatpants”. Livie’s face flushed a little bit. She didn’t like to wear sweatpants, most of them were too short for her when she got her size, or too big on her hips if they were long enough.

They ate in silence and washed the dirty plates in harmony. It had become so easy to do house chores with Clàu that Olivia was already daydreaming of the day they could move in together, to an apartment entirely theirs.

But it was too soon.

For now, she was content with carefully doing her hair behind her girlfriend while she brushed her teeth.

The moment Clàudia dried her face, Livie was securing her last hairpin on her ballet bun.

Clàudia could do this every day.

“I’ll wait in the car”. Clàudia murmured looking away. Her chest felt a bit tight with anxiety while waiting for Livie to come down. They had been officially together for less than three months and she was already thinking of living together. “¿Tú eres tonta o qué?” Are you stupid or what? She said to her reflection in the rear view mirror.

Her phone vibrated, a text from Patri about going for a coffee in the afternoon. Cata, Salma and her need to hear more about the girl Clàudia refuses to introduce to the team so that they don’t embarrass her.

Clàudia started a voice message: “Tía estoy muy pillada. Hoy dormí en su casa por primera vez. Y nunca la había visto prepararse para el trabajo y te juro que es lo único que quiero hacer el resto de mi vida”. Girl I’m so smitten by her. I slept at hers for the first time. And I had never seen her getting ready for work and I swear it’s the only thing I want to do for the rest of my life. She didn’t hear the door to the back of her car opening or Livie’s bag dropping on the backseat. “Y tengo un problema gordísimo: estoy ya imaginándome cómo sería vivir con ella y llevamos sólo tres meses. Joder, es que me siento como el estereotipo básico de lesbiana, qué puta vergüenza”. And I have a big ass problem: I’m already imagining how it would be to live with her and we’ve been together for just three months. Fuck, I feel like the basic lesbian stereotype, it’s so fucking embarrassing.

“Baby, I’ve been doing that too”.

Clàudia screamed and dropped her phone. Livie closed the door and went to the passenger seat. Her sweet Clàu had a deep blush on her face and refused to look anywhere but at her hands playing with the hem of her jumper.

“Darling?”

“Have you really been thinking of us moving in together?”

“Of course my love”. Livie placed her index finger under Clàu’s chin, softly turning her head so she faced her. “Clàu, baby, I have been daydreaming about us living together since our first kiss. My heart keeps trying to make me rush through the early stages of our relationship and I have to constantly remind myself that I need to calm down and enjoy the beginning as well. Getting to know you and doing things for the first time with you”.

“Maybe next Christmas we could be living together”.

“Maybe I could get you a light orange cup and we could have them next to each other”.

“On a lower shelf, please”.

“And a foldable stool”.

“We could go to Ikea and daydream a bit”.

“That sounds almost like a proposal, my love”. Livie chuckled.

“Do you not want to?”. Clàu’s eyes filled with worry for a moment. Livie kissed her nervousness away.

“My love, ¿quieres tener una cita conmigo en Ikea?”. Do you want to go on a date with me to Ikea?

“Adoro cuando hablas en español”. I adore when you speak Spanish. Clàudia felt like melting every time Livie spoke spanish, with her cute english accent and deep voice. “¿El día después de tu estreno?” The day after your opening night?

“As long as we get to wake up late and cuddle a little, then yes”.

“Anything, mi amor”. She whispered over Livie’s lips before kissing her slowly. “You taste like coffee”.

“The one you made, baby”. Olivia smiled, looking down to her pink Stanley on the cupholder.

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚂

description: ona was finally where she had dreamed, she was back at barcelona with her best friend and loving every moment. only problem? she's dating her captain's younger sister, you.

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ona batlle x putellas!reader

part of the 'hidden' universe

part two here

part three here

mapi leon x bronze!reader here

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warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive - cuteness, queenie needing to use google translate because her Spanish is sub par! x

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alexiaputellas: Estoy muy orgulloso de ti hermanita!

so proud of you baby sister

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y/n: ily !! 💕

lucybronze: The little one of me says you're cool!

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y/n: tell her I miss her! 😔

blanca_suarez: my little daughter! 🙂

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y/n: my movie mama!! 😙

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y/n: I'll fight you Flo

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florencepugh: come at me pipsqueak !!

ona.batlle: Looks like fun ! 😌

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y/n: Would be more fun with you here ;)

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alexiaputellas: y/n, no flirting with my teammates.

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y/n: MISS BAGHEERA MORE 💙

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y/n hummed as she stepped around her kitchen, her fluffy socks keeping her feet warm from the cold tile, which was cold as she couldn't be bothered to put the heated floor on.

Her Persian cat, Milo, rubbed against her feet and she smiled, bending down to pick him up and press a kiss to his fluffy head before placing him back down.

y/n then moved over to the bowl of food she had ordered, smiling when her phone lit up with the familiar name which kept her warm for almost a year now.

"Hi baby!" y/n smiles, her Spanish accent not as thick as it used to be when she spoke English.

y/n had been in England for a few years now, on and off, and due to the fact she mainly spoke in English and acted with either English or Americans, y/n's accent had dulled slightly.

"Hola!" Ona called back.

The two had been secretly dating for nearly a year now. Why secretly? Because Ona's captain was Alexia Putellas. Alexia Putellas was y/n's sister. Her over-protective older sister.

The two were aware they were nothing short of fucked. They were aware of that. But the two had fallen in love while Ona was playing in Manchester and at the time, they couldn't keep away.

Now, their relationship existed of long phone calls and sneaky hook-ups when y/n came to see her as best she could, as well as trying to avoid flashing cameras and nosy people.

Truth is the only other person to know about them was Lucy Bronze's younger sister, and that was only because Ona and her were best friends and she was dating Mapi Leon in secret as well. They really were a group.

"How was training?" y/n asks Ona as she settles on the sofa, propping the phone up on a few cushions as she bought her bowl of noodles toward her.

"Aburrida, todo en lo que estaba pensando era en ti mi amor." Ona sighs and y/n chuckles.

Boring. All I was thinking about was you my love.

"Eres tan romántica!" y/n laughs at her girlfriend.

you're such a romantic.

"Do not pretend you do not love it, mi amor." Ona says and y/n hums.

"Well, I do love feeling the way you make me feel." y/n sighs jokingly and Ona's smile widens. "But, you should be paying attention in training." y/n finishes and Ona huffs.

"Ay! You are worse than Ale!" Ona states and y/n sighs. "What are you eating?" Ona then asks, trying to get the focus off of Alexia.

"Wagamama." y/n grinned, Milo jumping next to her and curling onto the sofa, his head resting on y/n's thigh.

"Milo." Ona cooed, the cat looking up and letting out a small meow as he blinked at Ona.

"Look, it's mama Milo." y/n says softly, placing her fork down to stroke at the cat's head. Ona smiles softly as Milo meows, Ona chuckling as she moves to get Coco, her own dog who pants excitedly at the sight of Milo.

Despite being and cat and a dog the two pets got on like siblings and y/n couldn't help but smile as Milo purred at the sight of his sibling.

The two facetimed for the rest of the evening, settling into bed a few hours later, both watching each other on their screens, wishing they were face to face instead of watching through a camera.

"What are you thinking about Amor?" Ona asks softly, noticing y/n had gone quiet.

"Quiero contarle a Ale sobre nosotras." y/n said quickly.

I want to tell Ale about us.

"¿Cómo? No no no no no." Ona begins and y/n sighs.

what?

"I know you're afraid." y/n begins. "¡Pero cariño, por favor! No puedo ocultar esto más."

But darling please, I can't hide this anymore.

"But Alexia!" Ona tries.

"I'll talk to her! Explain everything." y/n tries and Ona pauses. "Please Ona, I'm so sick of us hiding." She begs softly.

"Okay. Okay." Ona promises. "Por ti, mi amor, enfrentaré la tormenta Alexia por ti." She nods and a soft smile grows on y/n's face.

For you, my love, I will brave the storm Alexia for you.

"Thank you." y/n whispers. "I love you Ona." She promises and Ona smiles.

"I love you too amor." Ona promises.

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y/n smiled softly as she opened Alexia's apartment with her spare key. Now on international break, the Barcelona captain was at home resting before having to go to national camp in three days.

At the sound of her door opening, Alexia stood up, pausing the most recent Barcelona game she was re-watching for notes and faced her door worriedly before her mouth dropped.

"¡Niñera!" Alexia called in shock.

Baby sister

"Hola Ale!" y/n called, pulling her suitcase to a stop as Alexia raced over. The taller girl pulling her into a tight hug which made y/n chuckle as she returned it.

"¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?" Alexia asked. "Ven, siéntate, ¿tienes hambre, sed?" Alexia rapidly questioned making y/n smile as her sister dragged her to the sofa.

What are you doing here? Come sit down, are you hungry, thirsty?

"Estoy bien, vine a ver los partidos de la liga de naciones." y/n explains.

I'm fine, I came to watch the nation league games.

Alexia makes a noise of understanding as she leans over and presses kisses over y/n's face, exclaiming how happy she was to see her and how beautiful she looked.

y/n laughed it off, telling her she was always too flattering to her, Alexia saying it was what an older sister did. The statement wracking y/n with guilt.

"Ale." y/n began. Alexia looking at her with furrowed brows, confused at her sister's shift in tone.

"Are you okay?" Alexia asks softly.

"I'm dating someone." y/n spills out. "And, hemos estado saliendo durante más de un año." y/n admits.

And we've been dating over a year.

"Oh." Alexia says softly, eyes softening as her sister ducks her head, fiddling with her fingers. "It's okay." She promises.

"Even if I hid it?" y/n asks quietly.

"I would like you to explain why for so long and who, but yes it is okay." Alexia promises.

"The who kind of explains the why." y/n admits and Alexia pauses. "Ale." She begins.

"Who?" She asks, though it was far more a demand. She repeats her demand.

"Ona." y/n says ducking her head.

"Hijo de puta." Alexia mutters.

motherfucker

y/n sighed, leaning forward and putting her head in her hands and her shoulders sagged. Her heart felt as if it was pushing into her throat and it made her sick.

y/n and Alexia had been close as children, the three sisters were best friends, and knew each other too well. They told each other everything, to the point where this would be the first time she had ever lied to either sister.

And even though she felt terrible for upsetting her older sister, for betraying her, there was something so relieving about finally admitting it.

Slowly, Alexia reached out and place a hand on y/n's shoulder, her warm and calloused palm so much kinder than what y/n felt she deserved as she looked up.

"No puedo negarlo y decir que no estoy herido, porque lo estoy. Preferiría que me lo hubieras dicho, pero entiendo que no quieras." Alexia begins, her voice soft.

I cannot deny and say I am not hurt, because I am. I would rather you had told me, but I understand you not wanting to.

y/n could have cried as she closed her eyes, feeling so guilty at hurting her sister with something that she couldn't have helped.

"¿La amas?" Alexia asked, her eyes full of understanding and kindness which calmed y/n's heart.

Do you love her?

"Más de lo que creía posible Ale. Ella lo es todo para mí, de verdad." y/n admits to her sister who lets out a sigh at the emotion in her voice.

More than I thought possible Ale. She's everything to me, truly.

Alexia sighed and wrapped her arm around y/n's shoulders, pulling her into her side as she lent her head onto y/n's own one, inhaling the smell of her shampoo.

"Entonces de acuerdo." Alexia sighs softly.

Then okay.

y/n's heart broke at that, how one person could be so good to her was beyond her thought, beyond her idea of humanity, but Alexia had once again, proved her wrong.

"Eres demasiado amable conmigo, eres demasiado amable conmigo." y/n repeats at her sister.

You are too kind to me, you are too kind to me.

"Esto no es bondad, esto es familia." Alexia says to her and y/n sighs.

This is not kindness, this is family.

The girl turns, wrapping her arms around her sister as she pulls herself snugly on-top of Alexia, clinging to her shoulders as she pressed kisses into the woman's hair.

"Thank you Ale." y/n said softly, repeating the words again and again.

"Oh mi pequeña princesa del drama. Eres tan mayor ahora." Alexia said softly.

Oh my little drama princess. You are so grown up now.

y/n said nothing, just continued to cling to Alexia as if she was 6 all over again and Alexia 14. The Barcelona captain couldn't help but enjoy the closeness.

It had been so long since they had hugged like this, the youngest Putellas always so busy, always moving, working and filming.

Eventually the two parted and Alexia sighed tucking a strand of her sister's hair behind her ear as she watched her.

"Do you and Ona plan to tell?" Alexia asks and y/n hums.

"I want to tell your team first, then we can think about everything else." y/n sighs. "Are you mad at her?" She then asks with a wince.

"Oh furious." Alexia nods, a smile on her face to show she wasn't really. "She treats you well?" She then asks and y/n smiles softly.

"She loves me just as I do her." y/n answers and Alexia smiles.

"So she loves you well." Alexia says and y/n nods. "Do you want to see her?" She asks and y/n hums.

"Tomorrow." y/n says before snuggling into her sister's side. "I want to spend the night with you." She says.

"I love that idea." Alexia sighs, pressing a kiss into her sister's hair.

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Tomorrow came far too quick for y/n's liking, before she knew it she was stood at Ona's door, flowers in hand as she waited for the patter of her lover's footsteps to open the door.

"¡Mi amor!" Ona yelled in shock, dragging y/n inside so no prying eyes could see.

y/n's hair was up in a bun, she was wearing a sweet summer dress due to how hot it was outside, however she also had shorts on underneath, because she knew what could happen once Ona knew they were out.

Ona smiled softly, taking the flowers from y/n's hands and placing them on the counter, before jumping at y/n. The woman sighed in relief, bringing Ona's legs around her waist as she wrapped her arms tightly around her.

"Oh my love." y/n said softly, breathing in the sweet scent of Ona's hair.

Ona buried her head into y/n's neck, pressing soft kisses against the skin which had y/n breathing shaking as she walked them to the sofa, sliding her shoes off as she went.

Coco immediately moved over to one of her discarded trainers and stuck his head in it, inhaling which made y/n roll her eyes at the dog fondly.

y/n sat back against the sofa, Ona quickly looking up and greedily connecting their lips, hands scattering around each other's bodies, re-familiarising themselves.

Ona's tongue dipped past y/n's lips, sweeping the inside of her mouth which caused a groan to slip from her. Ona giggled into the kiss, before they pulled away, both breathing deeply as they stared at one another.

Ona was in a white shirt, black shorts, her hair was pulled back and she looked like she had woken up just an hour ago. And to y/n, she had never looked more beautiful.

All their time apart meant these moment, Ona sat on her lap, hands combing over her shoulders lovingly, were all that more precious to y/n.

"How are you here?" Ona asked her softly, leaning forward to cuddle into her chest as y/n wraps her arms around her.

"He venido a ver los partidos." y/n explains softly.

I've come to watch the games.

"I'm so glad you're here." Ona sighs in relief, y/n holding onto her as she sighs.

"I have a confession Ona." y/n says softly and Ona sits up, y/n moving her off her lap and to the side she could face her.

"Amor?" Ona asks, worry flooding her voice.

"Ale knows." y/n says simply. "I told her." She adds.

Ona's face goes through several emotions, relief that this wasn't a break-up, fear of Alexia knowing, realisation that her captain was no aware and hurt that y/n hadn't warned her she would tell Alexia like that.

"Why?" Ona asks sadly.

"Because I want to be with you. In front of her." y/n says strongly and Ona's eyes fill with panic. "It's like we discussed Oni, please." y/n tries.

"Get out." She says softly. "Please go." Ona repeats.

"You said you would fight for me." y/n said softly.

"You didn't give me time to prepare." Ona tells her. "Alexia is my captain, and I am with her little sister, and instead of telling her together, you decided to tell her on you own." Ona continues.

"Because I knew I could keep her calm about us." y/n promises and Ona sighs.

"Please go. I need some time." Ona says softly and y/n blinks away tears before standing up and walking to the door, expecting Ona to call out, stop her. But she doesn't.

And y/n's heart breaks.

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Mapi part one will be out in three days ;) xox

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Little by little

Translation by: google translate (so pls don't judge, I actually don't know Spanish, but for the sake of this I was willing to go to such lengths)

Have a nice day/night🩷

Little by little Sae’s Spanish teammates noticed the little changes in his lifestyle. He started leaving practice on time. After his usual shower following each match he suddenly disappeared after coming out of the changing area. It wasn't the same old kind of disappearance. Because he used to rush to his car with his manager but nowdays Girolan was still waiting for him at the car while he was nowhere to be found.

Japan’s treasure, Spain’s greatest mid-fielder…

“Definitivamente tiene novia!!” /He definitely has a girlfriend!!/ Spoke the one with dark hair. “Sae? No hay manera de que esté interesado en nadie.” /Sae? There is no way he’s interested in anyone./ Scoffed the tallest one in the group.

Each person on the team decided of their own truth. Some said he has family visiting, some say he wants to leave Re Al so he’s meeting with members from other teams. The person who started this rumour decided to cry at him leaving. Poor man got really attached to the stoic and emotionless japanese prodigy.

There are also people who belive Sae, officially found love.

As for the boy genius, he didn't decline any of it, nor did he confirm any of said rumours. To be honest, he actually enjoyed the confusion. He liked how people came up with conspiracy theories while the truth remained hidden.

Until a pushy teammate of his visited him at his house. He saw his car in front of the door and just as Sae was about to step out he approached him. “Hola Sae! Qué estás haciendo?” /Hey Sae! What are you doing?/

The crimson haired frowned and sighed. “No es asunto tuyo. Por gué estás aquí?” /None of your business. Why are you here?/ The ugly retort came. However no answer came back. The man was way too busy with inspecting all he could see in the house. His eyes ventured across everything when suddenly stopping on a pink pair of shoes. His eyes widened.

“Tienes novia?!?” /You got a girlfriend?!?/ This made Sae startled and frantically looked behind himself. He kind of lost his cool. Although he still didn't understand how he got that conclusion.

“Los zapatos rosas” /the pink shoes/ he helped and pointed at the items in question. “No tengo novia idiota” /I don't have a girlfriend dumbass/ he scoffed and was about to shut the door.

“Saee dónde pusiste mi cargador-” /Saee where did you put my charger?/ you came out in his shorts with a small top covering your upper body. Your eyes drifted to the man towering on your staircase. A sweatdrop was visible on your face. “Aun no hay novia!” /Still no girlfriend./ And with that sentence the door was shut and locked.

From that day onward he got all the teases from his teammates. Each time he said you were his sister even if that grossed him out. But the Spanish knew better. They knew that the produgy got a girlfriend. Regardless of what he said.

You decided to surprise Sae at a match that he’s been preparing for a month. You were talking with Girolan as you two got closer throughout the days. Maybe he even knew the truth.

“Hola la chica de Sae” /Hi Sae’s girl/ smirked a shorter member as he spotted you. Sae was walking behind him and as he heared that he immediately turned to see you.

Your cheeks tinted with a deep red. “L-La chica de S-Sae?” /S-Sae’s girl?/ “Déjala en paz” /leave her alone/ his deep voice broke the laughter. He walked over to you and pushed you in the car signaling Girolan that they’d be going now.

“Solo admite que es tu novia” /Just admit she’s your girlfriend/ the man who saw you first in the flesh smirked. Sae sighed and a visible irk mark appeared on his temple. “Cállate y vete” /shut up and go away/ he mumbled. With that said he sat in the car.

“Sae.. I’ve been meaning to ask, why do you hide me so much?” You tried ignoring his gaze knowing he could push out a hard and blunt retort.

“They are noisy, they talk too much. I don't want your freedom to get taken away just because of me.” He sighed and raised your chin to finally face him. “But if you really want to make it public, I won't object.”

His eyes softened at his honesty. The air around you lightened and it wasn't so suffocating anymore. You have wanted to ask this ever since the tall guy saw you. But you always lacked the courage.

“Would they really blurt this thing out? They seem to really care about you” he chuckled at your words and his lips curled up in a gentle fashion.

“Exactly.. they’d be way too happy for me. So naturally, if they know, the whole world will find out."

"I don't mind. I have you, so it's fine" Little by little, your sentences melted his toic heart. Little by little more emotions flowed within him. Little by little, he started believing that he can have a life seperate from soccer, and the sport isn't all that he's interested in. He has you, and you have him.

I hope you enjoyed <3

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🇳🇱 || FU In My Head || MV33 x Perez!twin!Reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap, Google translated Spanish, yearning, oral (m)

Wordcount: 1.4k

He knew it was wrong. He knew he had to stop, but god did it feel so good

Imagining her body while her jerks off, was the worst sin he’s done to date

Imagining it was her hands on his cock on his own

Imagining her mouth on his cock as he comes

Imagine getting fucked by her as he laid in his bed, coming down from his orgasm

It didn’t help she showed up at the garage or motorhome, he couldn’t exactly tell her to leave, he couldn’t actually tell her anything, as he would stutter rapidly every time he caught her scent in his nose

“Good job, Max” She said, coming up behind him, touching his waist softly, making him turn his head towards her

“Thank you” Even just the two words he couldn’t get out, stuttering too much

“You seen my brother?” She leaned her head closer to his ear, the talk of engineers and mechanics filling the motorhome

“He’s in his drivers room” Surprisingly he could get his words out in an understandable voice

“Thank you” She let go of his waist, walking towards Checo’s drivers room

“¿Alguna vez vas a hacer un movimiento?” Are you ever going to make a move?. She slid down the wall of the drivers room as Checo spoke to her in that loving brother tone

“No pienso” I don’t think so. She said taking a sip of the water bottle he had given her

“¿Por qué no? Obviamente le gustas” Why not? He obviously likes you. He sat down on the couch opposite to her, leaning back

“Lo sé, pero quiero ver cuánto tiempo le toma a él mismo hacer el movimiento” I know, but I want to see how long it takes for him to make the move himself. She sighed, putting her head against the wall

“Eso nunca va a pasar y lo sabes” That’s never going to happen, and you know it. He said, chuckling, almost laughing

“Si quiere meteres en mis pantalones, tiene que decirlo él mismo” If he wants to get in my pants, he has to say it himself. She said smiling, sliding her legs up to her chest

“Eres algo tuya” You’re something of yours. She didn’t listen to his comment when she heard small whines from the other side of the door

She knitted her eyebrows together as she listen “Please. Fuck, yes” Followed by a small moan

“¿Qué?” What?. He asked, seeing at her confused eyes

“Nada” Nothing. She looked back up at him, picking another subject to talk about than the previous

She tried focusing on the conversation with her brother, but she could still hear into the room behind her

“Please, fuck. Yes, just like that. Y/N…” The moan that came from his lips indicated he came with her name rolling off his tongue

“¿Quieres que te lleve de regreso al hotel?” Do you want me to take you back to the hotel?. He asked standing up from the couch

“No gracias, primero necesito hacer algo” No thank you, I need to do something first. She said, standing up as well, groaning slightly at the pain in her lower back

She waited until Checo had left before she knocked on Max’ door to his drivers room

He opened the door, his face turning all shades of pink as he saw her standing there with a slight smirk on her lips

“Can I come in?” She asked, thickening her accent purposely, watching the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he sank

“S-sure” He said, opening the door wider for her to enter

“Did you have a good wank?” She asked, sitting on the small table in the room, watching the way the blush turned deeper

“Did you hear that?” He asked, almost impossible to hear his words

“All of it, darling” She smiled, crossing her ankles, pushing her chest out, looking at him with eyes filled with filth

“All of it?” His eyes looked into his shoes, hands into his pockets of his jeans

“Get over here, amar” She said, spreading her legs, giving him space to stand in between them

She slowly walked over to her, never once looking up at her. She hooked her finger under his chin, forcing him to look up at her

“If you wanna get in my pants, tell me” His hands was placed on either sides of her thighs, too close for him to think straight

“What?” His words were stuck in his throat, hurting to get out

“Tell me. Tell what you’re thinking about when you’re alone” Her hands was placed on his waist, pulling him closer, lips almost making contact

“I won’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what you need” She said when he didn’t speak

She leaned in, lips so close of any of them spoke, their lips would graze each other

“Please… I want you so bad. Thinking about you every time I’m alone” He almost let out a whimper when their lips touched

“Good boy” She leaned in, their lips colliding.

He kissed back immediately. Her hands went to his jaw, pulling him into a rougher kiss, his own hands coming to rest on her waist

She forced his lips apart with her tongue, making him gasp slightly. He whimpered at the feeling of her tongue against the walls of his cheeks

Her hands traveled from his jaw, down his torso and landed under his shirt, making him shiver at her cold fingers

They only parted when she pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it at the ground

She went back to kissing him, but this time at his neck, drawing on low moans from him

“I-i can’t keep- Shit… Quiet” He let out a quite louder moan when she started sucking at his skin softly, making him cover his mouth with his hand

“You fucking better” She got off the table, grabbing his wrist, taking his hand away from his mouth “I don’t know how many people are left” She smiled, guiding him back towards the couch

“Sit” She forced him down on the couch, drawing out a huff from him “Buen chico” Good boy. She said, going down on her knees in front of him

He held his breath as she unbuckled his belt, looking up at him through hooded eyes, pure lust in her eyes

He lifted his hips so she could pull down his jeans, his boxers as well, helping him step out of them, throwing them with his shirt

“Tan bonito” So pretty. She said, kissing his inner thighs, making him spread his legs apart, giving her access to scoot in between them

“Please” He pleaded as she grabbed his hips, pulled him closer to the edge, her face just in front his rock hard cock

“Patience, chico” He whined, but it was soon replaced with a moan when she softly licked the tip of his cock “Quiet” She said, voice stern

“Jus’ feels so good” He grabbed the edge of the couch, knuckles turning white from the force as she drove back to lick softly at him

Her nails was digging hardly into his skin, surly making marks for him to see tomorrow, for him to feel tomorrow

He tried keeping his hips still, but he felt the need to buck them once her tongue started swirling around his tip

“Please… Stop teasing” His eyes was shut closed, mouth hanging silently open, head thrown into the back of the couch

She gave in, hollowing her cheeks, taking all of him in, making him hit the back of her throat, gaging around him

He shivered at the vibrations, feeling the pleasure in all of his body. The moan he tried to hold in, came out as a whimper instead

“Please… Feels s’ good” His thighs shook, almost trapping her body between them

She sped up, holding her hair away from her face with one of her hands, the other still roughly around his hip

“Fuck, please… Y/N, please” His words were breathless as he started twitching in her mouth

“‘M close” He managed to keep his sounds at bay, only letting out small whines

Her tongue dragged up his vain as she went up, which pulled him over the edge, whole body shaking as he shot his cum down her throat, barely able to contain his moans

She helped him down from his orgasm before popping off him, swallowing his cum and standing up

“Are you okay, cariño?” She asked, kissing his forehead, the sweat covering her lips

“Mhm. Fine” He opened his eyes, taking her hands and kissing the back of them “Thank you”

“Anytime, bebé” She smiled, helping him getting his clothes back on

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Spanish:

Kaeya, Childe, Itto, Heizou, Wanderer, Lyney, Wriothesley

Les gustan las faldas cortas, son bonitas y frescas, y las adoran más cuando tú las usas. Cuando la tela se mueve cuando caminas, cómo parece que se encoge cuando te sientas en su regazo. Sobre todo adora las faldas porque puede tenerte alrededor de su polla con total libertad, levantar tu falda y follarte en ese mismo momento sin mucha batalla, solo levantando tus piernas y abriéndote para él.

Aether, Venti, Thoma, Gorou, Tighnari, Cyno

Existe un placer culposo en verte en pantalones cortos, ver tus muslos es uno de esos placeres y lo disfruta cada vez que puede, pero ver sus dedos perdiéndose entre tu piel suave y la pequeña prenda lo vuelve loco. Desea arrancarte la ropa, tirarla a un lado y exponer todo para él, follarte los muslos y mancharlos con su semen hasta quedar seco. Le gusta verte sentada, ver tus muslos rozando y casi saliendo por el short. Siempre tiene sus ojos en ti y su respiración se entrecorta.

Diluc, Albedo, Zhongli, Kazuha, Alhaitham

Le gustas tu enteramente, pero verte en pantalones es tan bonito que no puede evitar tocarte, no te quita las manos de encima. La forma en que el pantalón se pega a tu trasero y a tus caderas lo hace ver la gloria, poder apretar tus glúteos y meter la mano entre tus piernas lo hace tan feliz. Siente que están más juntos que nunca sin importar la ropa que llevan puesta. Ama las nalgadas, los apretones y los rasguños ligeros contra los pliegues del pantalón que le sorprende no haber manchado sus pantalones todavía.

Xiao, Baizhu, Ayato, Kaveh, Neuvilette, Dainsleif

Los muslos y el trasero son geniales, si se lo pides jamás dirá que no. Pero nada puede ser más excitante que verte con ese escote pronunciado. El más mínimo centímetro que revele tus pechos lo hará sonreír y no apartar la mirada hasta que se lo pidas. Sueña con tocar, amasar y morder alrededor del escote sin quitarte la blusa, solo acariciando sobre la tela y mordiendo la piel expuesta hasta pintar diversas marcas ovaladas y rojizas que griten su nombre a todos los que te vean.

English:

Kaeya, Childe, Itto, Heizou, Wanderer, Lyney, Wriothesley

They like short skirts, they are pretty and fresh, and they love them more when you wear them. When the fabric moves when you walk, how it seems to shrink when you sit on his lap. Above all he loves skirts because he can have you around his cock with total freedom, lift your skirt and fuck you right then and there without much of a fight, just raising your legs and opening you for him.

Aether, Venti, Thoma, Gorou, Tighnari, Cyno

There is a guilty pleasure in seeing you in shorts, seeing your thighs is one of those pleasures and he enjoys it every chance he gets, but seeing his fingers getting lost between your soft skin and the small garment drives him crazy. He wants to rip off your clothes, throw them aside and expose everything for him, fuck your thighs and stain them with his cum until he's dry. He likes to see you sitting, to see your thighs rubbing and almost coming out of the shorts. He always has his eyes on you and his breathing hitches.

Diluc, Albedo, Zhongli, Kazuha, Alhaitham

He likes you completely, but seeing you in pants is so nice that he can't help but touch you, he can't keep his hands off you. The way the pants cling to your butt and hips makes him look glorious, being able to squeeze your buttocks and put his hand between your legs makes him so happy. You feel like you are more together than ever no matter what clothes you are wearing. He loves the spanking, the squeezing, and the light scratches against the folds of his pants that he's surprised he hasn't stained his pants yet.

Xiao, Baizhu, Ayato, Kaveh, Neuvilette, Dainsleif

The thighs and butt are great, if you ask him he will never say no. But nothing can be more exciting than seeing you with that plunging neckline. The slightest inch that reveals your breasts will make him smile and not look away until you ask him to. Dream of touching, kneading and biting around the neckline without taking off your blouse, just caressing the fabric and biting the exposed skin until you paint various oval, reddish marks that scream his name to everyone who sees you.

[s41l0rm00nz]

can u do a Miguel O’Hara fic where we peg n babygirl him and just spoil him 😩😩

Massage Therapy

miguel o’hara x reader

sypnosis: miguel is stressed from a long day of being spiderman and what better way to relieve that than by giving him a massage?

cw: use of y/n, she/her pronouns, pegging, miguel is babygirl (and stressed), soft dom!reader, beefy man getting a massage from his gf, afab reader, reader uses a strap, fingering (male receiving bc prep is important!!), miguel gets oiled up (i’d pay to see that irl), miguel has a praise kink that goes both ways, miguel calls reader mami bc thats hot idc., also u both speak spanish (miguel more than reader (had to use google translate 🙏 so pardon any mistakes.)), no specified looks for y/n, kinda short after care?? idk, big strong men r always submissive at heart, u guys were in the shower for a little bit, these r a lot of cw

jay i’ve been procrastinatin mb stink hope u like this xx

miguel sighed as he grabbed the spare key under his front doormat. He was sweating, his muscles ached and he couldn’t help but groan as he entered his apartment.

his mind was clouded with sleep and the intention of getting to his partner as his large frame walked towards the bathroom, already hearing running water from the shower he slipped in. the mirror was covered in steam and miguel quickly undressed.

he pulled the shower curtain back, a scream irrupted from the girl in the shower. “fuck, miguel!” she gasped, a hand was over her heart as miguel chuckled.

“lo siento, mi amor..” he grinned, cracking his back and stepping under the shower stream and sighing pleasantly. he grabbed her love handles, head handing low as the shower water rushed over him “te extrañé, mi vida.”

she hummed, giving him a soft kiss on the lips when he bent down. “i missed you too,” grabbing the soap she squirted some into her hand then took the time to rub it all over her body. “how was saving the universe?” she smiled

“día agotador. as usual. today was… more tame though.” he cracked his back before moving her under the stream and stepping back.

“jesus, miguel.” she cringed at his loud cracking. “when was the last time you had a massage?” she washed the soap off her diligently, brows furrowed as she tried to look at miguel through the water.

he sucked in his breath, the dates becoming to cluttered to remember. y/n huffed through her nose.

“you need to take better care of yourself if y’re going to be doing this spider-man stuff.” she reprimanded, clicking her tongue while her eyes narrowing at him, clearly upset from the way he was ‘taking care’ of himself.

“m’sorry.” he groaned quietly, snaking his hands around her waist. “let me help you, mi hermosa..” he soothed, washing off any left over soap on her to help get back in her good graces. his rough hands smoothed over her body with precision, gripping her ass when he was done.

y/n leaned into his touch, “one of these days i’m gunna give you a massage, hun. your knots have knots.” she could feel the stress and pain in his shoulders from where she was standing. “you deserve it,” she turned grabbed the soap and sprayed some in her hands. she roamed and mapped out his body, watching the way it glistens up his body with desire.

“i’ll keep your word for it.” he gave her a cheeky grin, fangs flashing.

you were always one to live up to your promises.

“okay, qué están haciendo?” miguel asked with a little chuckle. “i’m at your mercy, mi amor.” he was sat on the bed, no clothes on with a smirk on his face

“put your head here and relax for me, miguel.” y/n patted a singular pillow on the edge of the bed, trying not to stare at every bit of him. once he settled she grabbed the massage oil, rubbed it in her hands then began to spread it along miguel’s body.

in all his glory miguel layed in your shared bed, naked and lathered in oil. his face was smooshed into a pillow as y/n worked methodically on his back muscles. she gasped at the knots she felt under his skin.

“y’re so tense, miguel. you’ve been working so hard, hm?” every crack, push, and movement with y/n’s hands had miguel moaning with pleasure.

“joder, mami. you feel so good.” he sighed into the pillow, letting out a deep groan when she touched a specific spot. “fuck-“

“feels good doesn’t it?” her voice was sultry when she whispered in his ear, enjoying the way he shivered. “my big mans’ been working day and night. maybe i should’ve done this sooner.” she grinned, cracking a spot on his back that had him moaning loud.

“ah..-“ he moaned. “ay dios mío- yes that feels good so good, mi amor.” his voice was shaky, “that was the spot.”

“good, good..” she mumbled, her massages traveled down to his lower back to a spot she knew was sore. she pressed down and heard a good crack come out. every moan or noise he made was like singing praises to her. this was about miguel tonight.

“you know me so well, love. you’re like an angel right now-“ his voice and compliments became more broken the more he massage. “s-so good.” miguel could already feel himself becoming way less tense the more she worked. but there was still another tense spot he was starting to sport, and it was hard not to notice.

“jeez, miguel.” y/n snickered, feeling miguel up as she smoothed her hands over his back. “that good, huh?”

all miguel could do was grumble, “well-“ he sighed. “i do have an incredibly beautiful lady on top of me-“ he moaned when she massaged his shoulders. “so i’m just- responding to that.” he grinned.

“very responsive, indeed.” she teased, “want me to take care of that for you?” she smoothed her hand over his ass.

“i wouldn’t say no to that.” miguel chuckled, “love it when you take care of me like that..”

“i know you do.” she hummed.

…

“y’know..” she trailed off, grabbing the oil and dabbing some on her hand. “we haven’t filled this up in a while..” she traced and rimmed his hole, the smile on her face was almost contagious.

“you’re a tease.” miguel snorted. “but you’re right, we haven’t.” he relaxed deeply into the pillow. “makes me wonder what else will be joining us tonight..” he laugh was deep in his chest, grinning at the idea they shared.

“well, tonight is about you. wouldn’t be bad if i took care of other places then your back.” she pushed a finger in slightly before removing it.

“oh my,” he sucked in a breath. “well if the offers on the table, i would like the sound of that.” he chuckled.

“it is definitely on the table,” she peppered kissed along his back, staying in a few spots as she pushed her finger in slowly. “i need to prep you though first, okay?”

“soy todo tuyo, mami. do what you must.” his voice shook with a groan, relaxing more and more into the bed as she fingered him. he let out a deep whine as she curled one finger.

“m’gunna add another, okay?” she removed her finger and watched as his hole gaped slightly as she added oil to her middle and point. she slowly pushed into his hole again, his moans egging her on to go deeper.

she pulled out her fingers and right as they were about to escape she pushed them back in. “you’re so tight, miguel. ease up a little.” she massaged his thigh with his other hand, she fingered him slowly, moving her fingers in a beckoning motion.

“fuck- oh, cariño, te sientes tan bien.” miguel mumbled, his cock rutting slowly into the bed.

y/n snorted, pulling out slowly. she got up and went into their closet, shuffling around before finding a shoe box with plenty of things shuffling around in it. she opened it up and grabbed a particular item before stalking back towards miguel’s submissive figure. she fixed the strap-on to herself before settling back into her original position and spread his cheeks.

“this is going to hurt a little.” she mumbled into his ear, voicing soothing. “but you can take it, miguel. you always do.” she praised, rubbing oil on the strap-on then lining it up his hole. she placed soft kisses all along him as she pushed in, his breathing was heavy while his moans turned into soft whines of pain and pleasure from the depths of his throat.

once she was settled she pulled out slowly. going all the way to only the tip in then slamming in him at a medium pace in prone bone position.

he was slowly falling apart on her cock, fangs bared and claws clinging to the sheets and throaty groans unraveled from his mouth. each thrust was deep, prodding at his deepest parts. a hand was on his lower back to not only keep him in place but to hit farther, to that specific spot that had him screaming all those nights ago and it was y/n’s mission to get him to that point. she wanted to spear him on her cock like how he’s done for her. she sung praises in his ear, enjoying his pleads and fuss on how good it feels. how much he needed this. how much he loves you.

it was all sweet, y/n snaked her hand under him to toy with his cock, rubbing her thumb over the tip and using his precum to jerk him off. it was intimate, what miguel craved for.

“e-estoy cerca de correrme,” miguel stuttered out. “i’m close- so close, cariño.” his hips shook with fevor as y/n’s pace of thrust became faster.

“go ahead, mi amor.” she kissed him gently, slipping her tongue inside him as he started to come. “that’s it.” she whispered, finding joy in his moans as her thrust lackadaisically slowed. “doing so good for me, let all your stress leave.”

she let him catch his breath before pulling out. he whined at the feeling, bucking his hips deeper into the sheets. “roll over for me, love.” she kissed his shoulders gently, helping him roll over before taking off her strap-on. she made her way to the kitchen and filled a glass with water to give to him.

“that felt amazing, mi amor..” he stretched gently, sitting up against the headboard and drinking the water.

as he drunk the cooling liquid she used a warm rag to wipe wherever his cum sprayed along with the sheets, mumbling how she’ll wash them in the morning. she placed soft kisses along his back and chest, smoothing her hands over every battle scar and mumbling praises into his skin.

…

“did you enjoy yourself?” his words were soft as he pulled her close to him.

“of course i enjoyed myself, i was taking care of you.” she said in a light voice, kissing still trailing along his skin.

“mhmmm, you always know how to make me feel good.” his voice was hoarse and his hands were lazily trailing her body. “you’re simply the best.”

she grinned at his compliments. “are you trying to butter me up right now?”

“maybe, is my flattery working?”

“nope.” she chuckled. “are you aching anymore?”

“no, i feel a whole lot better actually.” he shuffled under the blankets with her, enjoying the warmth they shared. “gracias, amor mío.”

“for what?”

“por todo eso. i needed it.”

“of course, mi niño grande.”

…

“what?”

[calabazafantasma]

HOLA amantes del terror y del dibujo!!!

Hoy vengo con un fanart de uno de mis bots favoritos!!! Y es un fanart para el/la artista @zorangezest!!! Es un regalo para usted espero que le guste tanto como a mi me encanto hacerlo!!!

Today I come with a fanart of one of my favorite bots!!! And it's a fanart for @zorangezest!!! It's a gift for the artist, I hope you like it as much as I loved making it!!!

AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!! LO AMO MUCHO! Me encantó tanto como quedo! De verdad estoy tan orgulloso y alegre por el resultado!, como dige anteriormente este dibujo no me pertenece es un redibujo del BELLÍSIMO dibujo que hizo el artista @zorangezest

Este es el dibujo original

AAAAAHHH!!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH! I loved how it turned out so much! I'm really so proud and happy with the result! As I said before, this drawing does not belong to me, it's a re-drawing of the BEAUTIFUL drawing that the artist @zorangezest made.

This is the original drawing

Cuándo público el el mini comic (porque si es un cómic) la portada era esta y dios me encanto mucho! Hasta la quería poner como mi fondo de pantalla pero pensé que también podría hacerle un fanart ssi qué lo hice, claro primero le pedí permiso al artista y por supuesto me dijo que si, de verdad muchas gracias!

When the mini comic was published (because it's a comic) the cover was this one and god I loved it so much! I even wanted to put it as my wallpaper but I thought I could also make a fanart of it so I did, of course I first asked the artist for permission and of course he said yes, really thank you very much!

En una de las pantallas del fondo le puse un guiño a un anterior dibujo del creador como una sorpresita! De verdad ame hacer esos dibujos de la pantalla del lado izquierdo (o se le dice el derecho???) y literal el dibujo del medio lo hice yo copiandome del dibujo original.

On one of the background screens I put a hint of a previous drawing by the creator as a little surprise. I loved making those drawings on the left side screen (or is it the right?) and I literally made the middle drawing by copying the original drawing.

Aquí les muestro el boceto con el cual tuve varios problemas porque me encontraba inseguro con si la perspectiva estaba bien y mas con el personaje y este es último es el resultado semi-final

Espero que al artista le guste, le puse mucho amor y cuidado y PERSPECTIVA! algo de lo que nunca me atreví hacer perspectiva y fondos a esas madres le tengo miedo asi que le guste y muchas gracias esto a sido todo y recuerden tomen cafecito. 🎃☕🧡🇻🇪

Here I show you the sketch with which I had several problems because I was unsure if the perspective was right and more with the character and this is the last one is the semi-final result

I hope the artist likes it, I put a lot of love and care into it and PERSPECTIVE! Something I never dared to do is perspective and backgrounds, I'm afraid of those mothers so I hope you like it and thank you very much, that's all and remember to have coffee. 🎃☕🧡🇻🇪

(I apologize if there are any mistakes, it's because I don't know how to speak English, much less write it. I used Google Translate)

[landograndprix]

「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」

part ix

✧.* while the fans question your friendship with Carlos, you and lando have never been better

✧.* they are my babies your honor 🥺 google translated spanish. this is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list feel free to ask me again so I can take a look at it. Taglist is open Love ya ❤️

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username oh..you're coming home with me 😻

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y/nluv how many cats did you see so far?

y/nusername at least one!

y/nluv that's so many!

Hannahh this is indeed heaven 😭

norry4 get dash, leo and lola a new sibling!!!

carlossainz55 saca los gatos de tu maleta (get the cats out of your suitcase)

y/nusername no puedes detenerme 😉 (you can't stop me)

carlossainz55 oh, puedo 😉 (oh, i can)

sharl16 just some shameless flirting in Spanish 💀

landorfour lando reading this 😐😐

yourfriend1 te convertirás en la loca de los gatos (you will become the crazy cat lady)

yourfriend2 ¿Cuantos te vas a llevar a casa? (how many are you going to take home with you?)

norrizz comments being hijacked by the spaniards 😭

cecilemoulin you're going to need a bigger house if you're going to adopt a bunch of cats.

landonorris we don't need another cat..

landoscar WE?! y'all live together already?

bott_ass c'mon dad, what's one more kid?

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y/nusername wedding season' 💍

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hamilt44n 100% sure the garland in the last picture was y/n her idea 😂

yourfriend1 same dick forever season

lan4lan so is Carlos going to be your date to this wedding?

julieeeexo I've been a wedding where I got put with a date I'd never met before, nothing special going on if Carlos does end up as her date..

lan4lan Carlos and y/n actually dated though, it's weird

julieeeexo and they've been exes for a while without any of us knowing I think they're good.

carlossainz55 don't cause any trouble

yourfriend2 sabes que ella es la mayor alborotadora 🤪 (you know she's the biggest troublemaker)

y/nusername Por supuesto que sí, ha vivido con ello durante años 😉 (of course he does, he has lived with it for years)

yourfriend2 ¡Eras mucho peor entonces, pero todos lo sabemos y lo amamos! (you were much worse back then but we all know and love it!)

carlandooo yall worried about this wedding and Carlos and y/n being each other's date meanwhile I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to survive the day I'm going to hear y/n speak spanish 🥵

landonorris it's hot for sure

carlandooo STOP ITT 😭

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landonorris let's gooo

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norry4 jesus...

mrsnorris my day's been blessed for sure 🥵

y/nusername y'all seeing this? 👀

norrizz we definitely see this bestie 😭

maxmaxmax afraid you have to share your man with all of us :((

sharl16 I'm not a lando girl I'm not a lando girl I'm not a lando girl I'm not a lando girl I'm not–

landofooooour 😍😍😍

y/nusername now the question is: where was my invite, where was my front row seat to all of this?

y/nlandoo girlie, you and I both know you wouldn't let that guy continue working out if you were there

y/nusername you right..

lan4lan everyone: still asleep and hungover after last night's party. Lando:

y/nusername jesus christ

landonorris stop it, you're making me blush

norrizz 😭 😭

norrislando lmfao y/n acting like she doesn't see this man half naked everyday 😭

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Lando taglist: @beatricemiruna @simp-for-fictional-people @landossainz @christianpulisic10

Everything taglist; @thomaslefteyebrow @hopefulinlove @smoothopz @softboystarkey @honethatty12 @cixrosie @parkersmjs @ireadthensuetheauthors @celestialams @be-your-coffee-pot @heli991113 @kodzuvk @reality-is-a-con @80sloverry @bibissparkles @myescapefromthislife @lanando4 @elliegrey2803 @ravisinghs-wife

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The Words Upon Your Lips - Jaime Reyes X GN Reader

Title: The Words Upon Your Lips

Jaime Reyes X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Milagro, Jaime's family (Mentioned), and Khaji-Da (Mentioned)

WC: 1,756

Warnings: Spanish translated to and from Google Translate, italics, very mini angst, a bit suggestive, teasing, banter, flirting, nicknames, very brief mentions of marriage, and fluff

"Eres la luz de mi vida, (You are the light of my life)" You heard Jaime mutter under his breath from where he sat on your bed. He was leaning forward, his elbows propped up on his knees, the palms of his hands holding his head up as he watched you brush your teeth in the bathroom. 

Peering out the open doorway, you paused your brushing, raising an eyebrow, "What was that, my love?" You asked, mouth full of toothpaste as you turned to spit it out in the sink.

Looking back, Jaime just gave you a smile, "Nothing, nothing. Are you almost ready? I don't want Milagro to talk my ear off for being late."

Finishing up in the bathroom, you walked back into your room and grabbed your bag, double-checking if it had your keys, wallet, phone, etcetera. "Alright, I'm ready. Let's go, handsome." You grabbed both his hands and pulled him to his feet.

For the past couple of months since you began dating the one and only Jaime Reyes, you have noticed that he would say a lot of things to you in spanish. You knew that he thought you couldn't understand what he was saying, but you did. You were pretty fluent in spanish and had been studying it for years before you even knew or met Jaime. You were going to say something to him, but he was saying all these sweet things to you, most with some dopey, love-sick smile on his face, and you didn't want to interrupt and ruin the moment by telling him that you understood him. So instead, you kept it to yourself. 

And it was so worth it.

Since then, you pretended that you didn't understand him, faking a confused expression while on the inside your heart was practically bursting. And he’d say things a lot, randomly too. You would just be doing the dishes and he'd walk in to get water only to stop and stare longingly at you and say how much he loved you. You’d be reading a book in your favorite chair, Jaime walking in to stop and say that you looked beautiful in the sunlight coming in from the window behind you. Or during a movie, sitting together on the couch, he would press a kiss to your temple, whispering about how happy he was to have you in his life. He was just so sweet, so loving. Who wouldn't pass up the chance to listen to all of his praises? He was none the wiser. You did feel somewhat deceiving, but it did help that you had gotten Jaime to teach you some spanish, and that was quite the experience. 

~~~

Sitting at the small restaurant, you carefully ate your burrito as you, Jaime, and Milagro caught up with each other. Jaime and Milagro were speaking to each other in spanish, at the moment; talking about you, but - as said - you could understand everything. 

"Entonces, ¿cuándo es la boda? (So, when is the wedding?)" You listened to Milagro tease Jaime, a smirk on her face as he almost choked on his taco; and you almost did too to be honest.

Coughing, he slapped his chest with a hand, your own hand coming up to pat his back; Jaime turned to give you a bashful smile in thanks before turning back to his sister, "Milagro, llevamos menos de seis meses saliendo, (Milagro, we've been dating for less than six months.)" Jaime responded in his normal voice, taking another bite of food and trying to hide the redness in his cheeks. "No creo que ninguno de nosotros esté preparado para eso. (I don't think any of us are ready for that.)" You and Jaime never really spoke about marriage, so this did come as a surprise to you too.

Milagro only hummed, narrowing her eyes on him, "Claro, Jaime, necesitas ponerte un anillo en ese dedo rápidamente antes de que alguien te lo arrebate. (Sure, Jaime, you need to put a ring on that finger quickly before someone snatches them away from you.)"

You sat and ate, eyeing the two of them with a small smile, listening to their banter, "What are you two talking about?" You asked, fauxing confusion and curiosity as they both turned to look at you. 

"Nothing!" Jaime answered quickly, Milagro reaching over and punching him in the arm, "Nothing, Milagro was just telling me about... A certain someone she's met recently."

Your eyebrows rose as you took another bite of your burrito, "Oh? Who is it? Is it someone we know?" You leaned towards them as if it was important information to know.

Milagro only let out an awkward smile, waving a hand dismissively, "Oh, no one you know. It's not important. Uh, so, how is work going?" She then asked you, moving on to a different subject, which then led to another conversation between the three of you.

~~~

Letting out a sigh, you kicked off your shoes near the door, shuffling to the couch and plopping down with another deep sigh. Jaime did the same, walking over to you with a small, amused grin. You looked up at him and smiled, taking his hand and pulling him down onto the couch beside you once he got close enough. Your smile saddened slightly as you kept your hand in his, looking up into his chocolate-brown eyes.

Jaime's smile slowly turned into a frown at your expression. He was worried. What happened? Did he say something wrong? Did he do something wrong? Did Milagro upset you? So many questions ran through his mind, and Jaime was thankful for Khaji-Da for reminding him to breathe.

"Jaime, I need to confess something." You began, watching his brow furrow even further. You sighed again, and gently squeezed his hand, "Jaime, I have understood everything you have been saying when you speak Spanish." You paused to see his reaction and found him looking at you with wide eyes, his mouth slightly agape. 

"You've understood everything I’ve said?" He asked softly, sheepishly, maybe even embarrassed but you couldn't really tell. You felt kind of bad for keeping this from him for so long but you figured that it would've been easier to just come out and tell him sooner rather than later; especially after the conversation he and Maligro had at lunch earlier. 

"Yeah." You responded softly, giving his hand another squeeze, "I wanted to come clean after I heard your conversation with Milagro. It didn't feel right that I understood the conversation when you both thought that I couldn't, I felt like I was listening in on something I should not have..." You began to ramble, running a hand through your hair nervously, "I mean, it would be wrong for me to keep this secret from you anymore... I just loved all the little compliments that you've said to me and I didn't want them to stop. Not that you don’t compliment me in the first place. You tell me how beautiful and smart I am practically everyday." You finished your statement quietly, cheeks warm.

Jaime swallowed thickly, "So, you trying to learn Spanish with me... Was- You knew everything already?" He asked, and you nodded, letting out a small huff.

"I originally did that so you wouldn't suspect that I did know what you were saying, but I loved learning from you, it was fun, and I loved spending that time with you."

Jaime was quiet for a moment, making you worry that you had messed up everything, but then a small smirk appeared on his face, making you let out a breath you didn't even know that you were holding. "I knew when I was teaching you, that you were getting a hang of it pretty quickly. How quickly you learned pronunciations, grammar, and stuff… I did find it a bit suspicious how good you were…”

Shaking your head, you couldn't help but smile, shuffling slightly on the couch, bringing your legs up under you. "Well, I hope you're not mad at me... I'm sorry I lied to you."

He laughed lightly, shaking his head, "No, I'm not mad, mi amor," He leaned forward, cupping your cheek as he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “But, I am curious," He added playfully, his lips still touching your skin as he pulled away, "¿Puedes entender lo que estoy diciendo? (Can you understand what I'm saying?)"

Mirroring his smirk, you shuffled yourself closer to Jaime, biting your bottom lip briefly, "Cada palabra, cariño. (Every word, baby.)" You watched his face light up at your response, and you couldn't help but laugh lightly. Of course you could understand him.

Jaime leaned forward, dragging his tongue on his bottom lip before speaking, "Si puedes entender lo que digo... Deja de ser tan perfecto. (If you can understand what I'm saying... Stop being so perfect.)"

Sliding onto his lap, your thighs on either side of his legs, you wrapped your arms around his neck, grinning as you gazed down at him, "Tu primero, Jaime. (You first, Jaime.)" The compliment flowed easily off your tongue. 

The way you said his name took his breath away and Jaime didn't hesitate to wrap his hand behind your neck and pull you down into a kiss, pressing his lips firmly against yours. His hands moved down, sliding underneath your shirt to rest on your waist as he continued to kiss you with more passion. You kissed him back, moving your fingers up to tangle themselves in his hair, gently tugging on his soft curls. Jaime's hands moved lower until his thumbs were resting on your hips and gently pushing you back onto the couch; his body following along after yours, Jaime hovering over you.

He broke away momentarily, pressing kisses down your jaw and stopping at your ear, "Te amo. (I love you.)" He whispered, his voice making a shiver run down your spine. 

You giggled softly, feeling your face flush, "Dios mío, yo te amo más. Te amo más, Jaime. (My god, I love you more. I love you more, Jaime.)" You replied, making Jaime's own stomach do flips - of course you loved him, you adored him.

Pressing one more kiss to your lips, Jaime broke away, staring down at you with a small, adoring smile, "Just so you know, I won’t stop the compliments. I’ll never stop…” He then glanced away from you, his smile turning a bit bashful, “Unless you tell me to stop.”

“Thank you, honey,” You muttered softly, your heart soaring at his sweet words, “That means a lot to me…” You raised your hand to brush your fingers against his cheek, “And my growing ego.”

Jaime just chuckled, shaking his head slightly, before peering down at you as if you were some angel; and to him you were, “Want to eat the rest of the ice cream in the freezer?"

You grinned widely in return, leaning up, "Of course I do, is that even a question?" You teased lightly, causing Jaime to roll his eyes playfully in response.

~~~

Translations:

Eres la luz de mi vida - You are the light of my life

Entonces, ¿cuándo es la boda? - So, when is the wedding?

Milagro, llevamos menos de seis meses saliendo - Milagro, we've been dating for less than six months.

No creo que ninguno de nosotros esté preparado para eso. - I don't think any of us are ready for that.

Claro, Jaime, necesitas ponerte un anillo en ese dedo rápidamente antes de que alguien te lo arrebate. - Sure, Jaime, you need to put a ring on that finger quickly before someone snatches them away from you.

¿Puedes entender lo que estoy diciendo? - Can you understand what I'm saying?

Cada palabra, cariño. - Every word, baby.

Si puedes entender lo que digo... Deja de ser tan perfecto. - If you can understand what I'm saying... Stop being so perfect.

Tu primero, Jaime. - You first, Jaime.

Te amo. - I love you

Dios mío, yo te amo más. Te amo más, Jaime - My god, I love you more. I love you more, Jaime.

~~~

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

You Belong To Me » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Winter Soldier x Reader

Summary: The Winter Soldier reminds his girlfriend (the reader) who she exactly belongs to when he catches her talking to Captain America on the bridge.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language dirty talk, possessive, kissing, degrading, spanking, (m receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex, choking kink, metal arm kink, hair pulling, praise kink, breeding kink, name calling (slut, whore), pet names (Кукла [doll in Russian])

I used google translate for the Russian translation of doll.

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

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“The man on the bridge, who was he?” The Winter Soldier asks possessively.

“Cap-Captain America. H-He was asking me for d-directions. I-I swear all we were doing was talking.” You say nervously.

“You know how I feel about you talking to other people.” He says.

“I know.” You say.

“Clearly you fucking don’t. Maybe I need to remind you who the fuck you belong to.” He growls.

He smashed his lips on yours, kissing you roughly. He bit down on your bottom lip making you moan. He moved his lips to your neck and began to bite and suck on your skin, hard enough to leave hickeys. Then he suddenly takes a couple steps back.

“Strip slowly.” He demands.

The Soldier watches as you slowly and seductively take your tank top off and drop it on the floor. You repeated the same action with your shorts, kicking them to the side. You watched as his eyes darken when he seen that you were wearing a matching black lace set. He placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him. You shivered at the coldness of his metal hand.

“So fucking gorgeous, Кукла.” He says as he kissed just below your ear making you moan.

He placed a hand on your shoulder and pushed you down to your knees. You looked up at him innocently, batting your eyelashes. You licked your lips as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Your mouth watered when he pulled his hard cock out, precum leaking from his tip.

“You know what to do.” He says.

You wrapped your hand around his cock and licked his tip making him moan. He loves it when you do it. You put his cock in your mouth and began sucking him off like your life depended on it.

“Fuck, Кукла.” He moaned, tilting his head back.

He grabbed a hand full of your hand and pushed your head down further and began thrusting his hips. You began to breathe through your nose. You flattened your tongue so his cock could rub against the wet surface. You placed your hands on his thighs to steady yourself. You felt his tip hit the back of your throat making you gag. You relaxed your jaw, mouth, and throat the best you could.

“Feels so fucking good, Кукла.” He says.

He began to notice that you were starting to struggle to breathe when you dug your nails into his thighs. He took his cock out of your mouth allowing you to breath.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.” He says.

You wrapped your hand around his spit covered cock and began jerking him off. Once your breathing went back to normal, he tapped the tip of his cock against your lips.

“Open that pretty little mouth.” He says.

You opened your mouth and he put his cock back inside your mouth and began thrusting again. His hand pulled at your hair again. His tip kept hitting the back of your throat. You felt your panties getting wetter just from hearing him moan. You moaned around his cock making him moan at the vibrations.

“Shit! Do that again.” He moans.

You moaned around his cock again making him moan loudly. You flattened your tongue again making his cock twitch.

“I’m gonna- fuck! Cum.” He moans.

A few seconds later, you felt ropes of cum being released down your throat. He moaned loudly. He slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth allowing you to breath again. You looked up at him with spit and cum rolling down your chin. He wiped it up with thumbs and put it in your mouth. You looked up at him innocently as you swirled your tongue around his thumb as if it was his cock.

“Stand up.” He demanded.

You quickly stood up. Your knees were red from being on the ground for so long. He picked you up and pinned you against the wall, wrapped your legs around his waist and locked your ankles behind his back. He slid his right hand inside of your now soaked panties. His fingers went in between your wet folds and circles his fingers around your entrance making you moan.

“Please Soldat!” You whimpered desperately.

“Tell me what you want.” He says.

You grinded your wet pussy against his fingers, hoping he would get the hint.

“Use your big girl words, slut.” He says.

“Fuck me please!” You whined.

He put you back on your feet and took a step back.

“Hands and knees, now.” He demands, pointing at the mattress that’s on the floor.

You did as you were told and got on your hands and knees. You felt the mattress dip behind you. He hands rubbed over your ass cheeks and squeezed them roughly making you moan. He slid his right hand up your back and unclipped your bra, letting it fall from your chest. He wrapped his hand around your hair and yanked you up so your back was now against his chest. You grinded your ass against his cock, feeling it get hard again. He smacked the side of your ass making you yelp.

“None of that.” He says.

His metal hand slid down your body, stopping at the waistband of your panties. He gripped them and ripped them off, throwing the ripped material somewhere in the room.

“Those were my favorite!” You whined.

“You should’ve thought about that before talking to that man on the bridge.” He says.

He pushed you back down on the mattress. You felt the tip of his cock between you wet folds making you whine.

“Please! I’m sorry!” You whimpered.

“What are you sorry for?” He asks.

“I’m sorry for talking to that man on the bridge! I promise that won’t ever do it again! I belong to you!” You say with a whine.

“That’s fucking right. You belong to me.” He growls.

You felt him thrust his whole cock into making you moan loudly. His thrusts were fast and hard. His hands gripped your hips tightly, bruising them with every thrust.

“Fuck! Yes!” You moaned loudly.

He wrapped his metal hand around the back of your neck and pulled you up against his chest again. His metal hand moved to the front of your neck and gave your throat a squeeze. His metal hand left your throat and went down to your clit, rubbing it roughly.

“Pl-Please don’t stop!” You moaned.

“Don’t worry, Кукла. I fucking won’t.” He growled.

He kissed and sucked at your neck again. You whimpered when you felt your orgasm coming faster than you expected making you clenched your pussy around his cock.

“Gonna cum, Кукла? I can feel it.” He says.

“Yes please! Let me cum!” You whimpered desperately.

“Look at you. A desperate little whore wanting to cum on her Soldat’s cock. Is that what you want? You want to cum?” He whispers in your ear.

“Yes please!” You whimpered.

“Go ahead. Cum on my cock.” He says.

Your juices gushed around his cock and dripped down the inside of your thighs.

“So fucking tight for me. Gonna cum inside of this pretty pussy so everyone knows who you belong to.” He says.

“Yes please! Fill me up, Soldat!” You moaned.

“Is that what you want? You want to be filled with my cum so you’ll be nice and round with my child?” He says.

“Yes please! That’s all I fucking want!” You whined, feeling his cock twitch inside of you.

“Fuck!” He moans loudly as he came inside of you.

He thrusted a few more times before pulling out. You whimpered at the empty feeling. He watched his cum leak out of your pussy. The fingers on his right hand scooped all of it up and pushed it back inside of you making you moan and squirm. He did that for a couple minutes and then laid down next to you, pulling you close to him.

“You know I love you, Кукла.” He says, kissing the top of your head.

“I know you do. I love you too, Soldat.” You say before falling asleep.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[accirax]

Translating and Analyzing Project: Eden's Garden's Title Theme

Haven't personally seen anyone else do this yet, so I figured I'd share my curiosity stirred up by the just-released Main Title Theme Live Symphony Performance with the class.

As a note, I don't speak Latin at all, so I will be relying on Google (including Google Translate) to help me out. Therefore, it's possible that some segments-- especially longer sentences or phrases-- may be translated incorrectly. If you do speak Latin and notice something that's off, I'd love to know!

This post will contain spoilers for Chapter 1, so please don't read this if you aren't caught up. That being said, let's get started with my most enthralling "theory" to date: trying to reverse engineer teaching myself Latin.

Because multiple sets of lyrics are occasionally sung at the same time, it's possible that my screenshots will contain multiple phrases in them. I'll do my best to avoid having that happen as much as possible, but otherwise, the explanatory captions under the pictures should make it clear which section I'm talking about!

A simple search of "omnibus" returns that it means "to all," but "omnibus de omnibus" becomes "everything about everything." This online Latin-English dictionary clarifies that the noun "omnis" can mean "all people" or "all things/everything." The -ibus suffix could be indicative of the locative, dative, or ablative tense. Ohio State University explains that the locative conjugation indicates the place where something happens, the dative conjugation indicates the person to whom something happens, and the ablative tense is really complicated could either mean why something happened (its origin) or how something happened (the means by which it occurred).

From what I can tell, "dubitandum" seems much simpler. It's just the gerund form of the verb "dubitare," which means "to doubt." In English, a gerund is a word that ends in "-ing" but is used as a noun. "Writing" in the sentence "I like writing" is a gerund because writing is a thing (a noun) that I like. Although dubitandum is a viable conjugation for many verb tenses, it seems to appear most often in the accusative case, which refers to "the end destination."

Stringing it together, "omnibus de omnibus dubitandum" would probably mean something like "all people will eventually doubt everything", or, as Google Translate would put it, "to doubt everything about everything."

"De omnibus dubitandum" specifically is apparently a common phrase (attributed to Renee Descartes) that just means "doubt everything." According to the link I just pasted, it was also a favorite saying of Karl Marx. C-Cassidy...?

Next is both a low register and a high register singing "fiat voluntas tu." "Fiat" is the singular present tense of "to do," so basically just "do." "Voluntas" seems to pop up most frequently as a noun, meaning "will" or "intent." And "tua", much like the Spanish "tú," just means "your." Smashing those together results in "do your will," or as Google Translate more eloquently puts it, "your will be done." "Thy will be done," if you want to get really fancy.

Here comes a long one. In total, the full sentence reads, "liber scriptus proferetur, in quo totem continentur, unde mundus judicetur." Thankfully, I don't have to translate this one. My boy William Josiah Irons already did it for me!

Reason being, this line is taken directly from the medieval Latin poem Dies Irae, AKA Day of Wrath, by Thomas of Celano. (And no, I did not know this offhand, I had to look this up too). Irons' translation tries to keep the original rhyme and meter of the Latin version, so if you want to sing along, use this:

Lo, the book, exactly worded, Wherein all hath been recorded, Thence shall judgement be awarded.

However, if that version is a bit too fancy for you, Wikipedia has a more modern translation:

The written book will be brought forth, in which all is contained, from which the world shall be judged.

If you're like me and know nothing about religion, you might see "book" in a medieval Roman (AKA Catholic) song and immediately assume that they're talking about the Bible. However, if Wikipedia is to be believed, they're referencing a different piece of literature which, to be fair, is at least mentioned in the Bible...! The Book of Life in Christian faith is "God’s record of all those over the centuries who have trusted Christ as their Savior and have followed Him as Lord." Therefore, the "all that is contained" would refer to the names of all of the holy people who believe in Catholicism.

The world-judging bit refers to "Judgment Day" or "The Last Judgment." That term refers to belief that, someday, Jesus Christ will return to Earth, and at that point, God will judge everyone who's ever lived, saving the faithful people and damning the non-believers. There are varying beliefs on whether more people would be saved or more people would be damned, but considering the song is called "Day of Wrath," I have to imagine Mr. Celano wasn't that optimistic. This song is famously associated with Catholic funeral masses too, so that upbeat attitude really stuck.

I could barely even hear this part under the music, but the subtitles alerted me to the fact that the chorus chants "da mihi factum, dabo tibi ius" here! This is another one I don't have to translate, because it's a reference to something else B)

"Da mihi factum, dabo tibi ius" means "give me the facts, I will give you law," according to A Guide to Latin in International Law via Oxford Reference. The reason why it's written in Latin is because, apparently, this saying originates from the Roman court system.

Looking at the bottom row, the lower-pitched chanting says, "vulnerant omnia, ultima necat." This semi-common phrase typically translates to, "all hours wound, the last one kills," even if the "hour" ("horae") isn't included.

The top comment on this Reddit thread breaks it down the way I would if I inherently knew Latin:

Let's review the underlying grammar: Vulnerant=they wound omnia is ambiguous because it can be both the subject and the object of vulnerant. However, in this case, horae is understood to be the subject, so omnia must be the object. It means all things. If it were omnes, then it would also be ambiguous because omnes can also be both as well. [...] So Vulnerant omnia [horae]=all [hours] wound* or the hours wound all things. The second one isn't very pleasant. And Vulnerant omnes [horae]=all [hours] wound* or the hours wound [men/men and women]. Ultima necat=the last kills

The comment also elaborates that the "horae" is assumed because the phrase is often found on clocks or sundials in churches. Many different sources return this phrase (or slight variations on it) including hours in the meaning, so I'm inclined to believe that it's true.

The bottom line repeats the same phrase again after this, so I won't include it for a second time.

Our final line! In the middle row, we have "Opere et veritate, de omnibus dubitandum!" This one isn't a reference, but luckily it's still easy enough to figure out.

The second half of the sentence is something we've looked at before. As a recap, "de" means "of," "omnibus" means "of everything/everyone", and dubitandum means "doubting." So, the second half of the sentence will probably mean something like "doubting of everything."

"Opere," much like "opus" is a noun meaning "work," as in a work of art. "Et" means "and," and "veritate" means "truth." The handy-dandy Latin-Is-Simple.com conveniently puts this together as "in action and in truth."

Together, the sentence means something like "in action and in truth, have doubt of everything/everyone." Google Translate puts it as "by work and truth, we must doubt everything," but I like my translation better.

Therefore, altogether, here's a rough translation of the P:EG theme's lyrics:

All people will eventually doubt everything... Thy will be done... The Book of Life will be brought forth, in which the names of all the holy are contained, and then the world will be judged. Give me the facts, I will give you law! All hours wound, the last hour kills. In action and truth, doubt everything and everyone. All hours wound, the last hour kills!

So, let's swap out our translator hats for lyrical analysis hats, 'cause there's obviously a lot here to relate to P:EG and the concept of killing games as a whole.

The first two lines paired together are a prophecy, a threat and a promise combined. Basically, the choir is saying, "you think that people will eventually doubt everything? Well, here's your wish come true!" The line clearly connects to Damon and his core philosophy. As long as Damon continues to not want to trust anybody, then nobody will seem trustworthy. Furthermore, if Damon continues to not trust others, that means there will always be one person in the group who won't be trustful, so everyone being trustful is impossible.

Not that it's much of a surprise, but the kinda judgy tone of these first two lyrics definitely implies that Damon's attitude will be challenged (and likely corrected) at some point in the story. "Thy will" was a stylization, but the truth remains that the phrase referred to a singular entity. The lyrics place the focus on a single individual, and blames them for everything that follows by implying that the lack of trust is their fault. It's very reminiscent of the end of the Prologue, where the entire class blames Damon and Eva for ruining the vibes between them.

The Day of Wrath section continues the game's religious theming, invoking discussions of the end of all times. Although I doubt a literal Armageddon will happen in P:EG, I can certainly understand how the participants of the killing game would consider it the end of all things. Certainly, a lot of less-than-virtuous people will be dying here, especially if you're under the assumption that everyone who kills is morally bankrupt.

It's certainly an interesting implication that those in the killing game who are most virtuous might be the ones who are saved. Are they just extending that morality to how likely someone is to kill them? Like, people wouldn't kill you if they think you're cool? There is also the argument that students who are too curious or have something to hide are more likely to find themselves in deadly situations (a la Wolfgang), leaving the less bold students alive in the end. Still, that's not as much of a judgment on God's (Tozu's?) part.

Something in me wonders if this killing game might have been created as a challenge. I don't think that the motivations behind it would be to punish this group of students in particular-- we know semi-factually that some of their deepest, darkest secrets are hardly anything to sneeze at. Instead of being so targeted, the goal would be to have most of the students fail, while a select few succeed.

There's a definite possibility that Eden's Garden College-- and the titular Project: Eden's Garden-- is a ploy to weed out the "fake Ultimates" by proving who truly has what it takes to succeed in the cutthroat world of business by literally cutting people's throats. Becoming the "true face of talent" could mean literally erasing the other faces of those who weigh the title of Ultimate down; with so many Ultimates around, it's easy to not notice if one or two go missing.

If we're in a world where talent is valued above all else, the "virtue" that Tozu could be sparing them for could be talent itself. "Leadership, communication, and persuasion" are certainly skills that could help you survive a Class Trial (whether as a blackened or spotless). Depending how deep the corruption goes in this world, it's possible that the graduates of Eden's Garden Academy-- survivors of former killing games-- are simply willing to keep quiet about the Academy's dark secret if it means that they can claim all of the accolades for themselves. They fought for and earned it, after all.

If this is the direction the story takes, I can definitely see how making someone like Damon the protagonist would be the perfect choice. For him to spend all game talking about his superiority and belief in the talents of the Academy only to learn that all of the Ultimates he admired kept 14 nearly-as-talented skeletons in their closet would surely create an interesting internal conflict for the final Class Trial.

This is all just a theory, as there are plenty of other ways the Day of Wrath poem could relate to P:EG. However, I think it's a theory with a decent backing behind it.

"Give me the facts, I will give you law"-- I mean, that has to relate to Wolfgang, right? Even beyond the fact that it just says "law" in it, it's international law, perfect for an Ultimate Lawyer who wants to unite everyone. This line could definitely indicate how Wolfgang took Damon's facts (that some people in the Academy would be willing to kill) and turned them into ammunition for his own missive. If I were writing this analysis before Ch1 dropped, I would probably have speculated more about the future rivalry between Damon and Wolfgang. Instead, Damon and Wolfgang's "rivalry" is already over, with honestly not that much beef between them.

Given that Wolfgang is dead, it's also worth it to consider this outside of a Wolfgang context moving forward. This line could also relate to Damon's experiences in solving a Class Trial: after getting the facts of the case, Damon goes to the Class Trial Grounds and lays down the law.

"All hours wound, the last hour kills" is super interesting in the context of a killing game. My immediate connection was to the chapters, or in-universe Trials, of the killing game. All chapters of the game will wound Damon and the eventual other survivors, but it's the final chapter in which they're confronted with the true despairs of the world.

Another interpretation could work on a more chapter-by-chapter basis: every day in the killing game damages something, whether it's the killer's sanity or their business/reputation out in the real world, so it's in their "last hour" when they snap and need to get out. Especially with the ticking clock of the Traitor Perk out there for Eva at least and possibly future killers as well, time feels like a big factor.

In general, I would assume that (if the quote is found on clocks in churches) the phrase probably means something along the lines of "don't procrastinate," which could also be applied to the concept of Ultimates in general. They're always on that grindset.

And finally, "in action and truth, don't trust anything or anyone." This line is pretty unremarkable (being a pretty obvious repetition of Damon's mindset at the beginning of the game) other than in contrast with the beginning of the song. As I said, at the beginning of the song, the choir was almost reprimanding Damon with their "thy will be done." However, here, not trusting anything or anyone is spoken more like advice.

It could be that the choir was actually speaking more neutrally at the beginning, and that they're willing to accept the lack of trust because they always knew it would happen. Or, it could be that, by this point in the song, the lyrics have shifted to represent Damon's point of view instead of the universe's. If "I will give you law" did relate to Damon laying down the law, maybe that "I" pronoun is the point of the song at which the lyrics become Damon's thoughts?

Otherwise, maybe the choir is just meant to make Damon feel bad no matter what he does. Let's assume that, over the course of the game, Damon will come to trust certain individuals more. If true, then at the beginning of the game, the choir could be like "damn if you want to not trust people then it's kinda your fault what happens next dude," and closer to the end they could be like "oooooooh you wanna not trust people so bad remember Eva?" If the song is just meant to be an imposing feel-bad moment, then the emotions of the impartial choir could be unimportant.

And, well, that's the song! As is basically my brand, this post wound up way longer than I thought it would, back when I thought I was just going to Google Translate all the lyrics and be done with it. But, I hope that learning a bit about Latin was intriguing (assuming I did it correctly), and that the plotlines implied by the lyrics have given you a bit to chew on!

Still working on the overall Ch1 review/analysis, I just thought that writing this post would only take me, like, half an hour... Hopefully I'll see you back whenever that's done! Until then!

[suugarbabe]

La lectora f!reader una chica con una personalidad muy atrevida y extrovertida, mientras que Lorenzo es todo lo contrario. No puede estar sin sonrojarse ante los comentarios que le hace el lector. Al lector le gusta follárselo, haciéndolo suplicar, llorar y gritar hasta que Lorenzo le dice que no puede más y que necesita correrse.

okay so i had to google translate this request but i think i got the gist of it I'm including the translation i'm working off of so hopefully this is what you were wanting!

prompt: The f!reader reader is a girl with a very daring and outgoing personality, while Lorenzo is the complete opposite. He cannot be without blushing at the comments that the reader makes to him. The reader likes to fuck him, making him beg, cry and scream until Lorenzo tells her that he can't take it anymore and that he needs to cum.

"Looking fit today, Berkshire," you can't help but pinch his cute little bum as you walk past him in the hall. The action causes a small yelp to leave his lips while the comment creates a flash of scarlet across his nose and over his cheeks, the freckles that dust over his nose more accentuated.

You loved making him blush. It was one of your favorite things to do, amongst other things. So on your way to lunch you decided you were going to do it again. Sitting down with the others you joined in the middle of a conversation. "You going to the party tonight, sweetness?" You looked up from your plate to find Mattheo smiling uncharacteristically sweet at you.

"Of course, Riddle. You know I never miss a party, especially one we're throwing." Mattheo turned his stare to the boy next to you, "See, Berkshire, she's going. Now why won't you go?" You turned your body side ways on the bench, placing your hands on the wood in front of you. You knew this position accentuated your breasts and you put on your best puppy dog eyes and full pout.

You looked up at Enzo, who was trying desperately to avoid your gaze. "Enzie, are you not coming tonight?" Enzo gulped, words stuttering from his lips, "D-dunno. Not sure if I'm f-feeling a party tonight." You scooted closer, placing a hand dangerously high on his thigh closest to you. You leaned up slightly, whispering in his ear so only he could hear. "Would be a real shame if you didn't. I bought the sluttiest little dress, just for you," you drew circles with your thumb, his hard on increasingly growing and becoming more evident.

This time his blush made it to the tips of his ears, his eyes nearly bulging out of his face. You knew the effect you had on him, and his friends knew it too. That reaction alone let them know they had gotten what they'd wanted.

As shy as Enzo appeared at all your little comments, he actually relished in them. He knew the more you came at him during the day, the better it would be for him at night. So he welcomed your crude comments throughout the day, never let you leave his sight during the party. You weren't lying when you said the dress was slutty. A slinky black number that he was convinced had to be keeping you covered purely by magic alone.

When you finally grabbed his wrist and began dragging him upstairs it was all the strength he could muster not to fall to his knees and whimper on the spot. But his legs seem to be able to keep following you, one foot in front of the other until he's in your room, and you've locked the door.

And now his hands were tied to your bed posts and there's tears running down his cheeks as he begs, "P-please, Angel, fuck, can't....can't hold it any longer, need to." A slew of incoherent babble leaves his lips as you sink down on his cock once more, fully sheathing him inside you. You grind on his cock, catching your clit on his pubic bone just right and moan out in pleasure before locking eyes with him.

"What do you need to do, baby?" Your hand is placed gently on his cheek, thumb swiping at his tears before sticking it in your mouth. You make a lewd scene of your tongue swirling around the digit and his hips bucking up into you cause a groan to leave you both before your head snaps back down and you tighten your grip on his face. Enzo is immediately apologizing, "M'sorry, sorry Angel, just hurts so bad. Please, please let me cum. Wanna fill you up, wanna make you feel so good, so full."

If you weren't so close to the edge yourself you'd have made him hold out longer, but he knew you as well as you knew him and he was right. You started bucking your hips, grinding down on him. You leaned down close, licking a sloppy stripe up the side of his neck before whispering in his ear, "Go on baby, make me feel good, want you to come so deep inside it's dripping out of me for days." You flick your wrists, the restraints on Enzo disappearing instantly.

"Fucking hell," with the green light his grip is on your hips fast and hard. Fingers digging into the flesh as he ruts his hips upwards, fucking up into your cunt from underneath you. You grip his shoulders for stability, your head thrown back at the sudden change of pace and pleasure. You can feel his cock twitch deep within your walls. Your nails dig into his shoulders and that's the final push before his hips stutter, a guttural groan leaving his throat as he spills inside you. You're not far behind him, cunt clenching and milking him for all he's got as you're seeing stars, his name falling from your lips.

[scuderia-piastri]

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✮⋆˙summary: two moments where red has managed to bond with her fellow drivers, and one moment where she hasn’t (sort of)

✮⋆˙warnings: google translated spanish because i don’t speak spanish (duo is rolling in his grave), stupid fia regulations, danica patrick, pierre’s hair (or lack thereof)

✮⋆˙a/n: took a while but motivation struck at 4 am and who am i to ignore it after it ghosted me for weeks on end? also, thank you so much to my friends @foreveralbon and @vroomvroomcircuit for helping with this one !! <3

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one

sitting in the stewards office, red’s eyes darted around to whatever her vision could focus on. plaques, posters, clocks, anything. next to her, franco stared straight ahead with not a single thought behind his eyes. and nobody could blame them, because the stewards office was definitely the last place either of them wanted to be at the moment.

but the rules were written, and no matter how unfair they were, the two drivers couldn’t avoid a summons to the stewards office for their “derogatory remarks about the FIA” at the press conference. at least the other drivers found them funny. hell, even lewis gave red a pat on the back and said not to worry. still, she doubted the team would be too happy about the fact that their new driver was about to be the first to receive a fine for the new regulations.

“so,” the steward sitting directly in front of her started the conversation, glancing down at his notes. “mr. colapinto, you and ms-“ he hesitated.

“red is fine.” she replied automatically, not bothering to wait for him to attempt to pronounce her last name.

the steward nodded. “during the press conference, you two stated that you think the new regulations were ‘unnecessary and an insult to the drivers’ rights to free speech’. i assume you both have read through the regulations of this year, and understand why the FIA has deemed them necessary?” he looked to franco.

“lo siento, no hablo inglés, no entiendo qué dices.” franco replied immediately, to which red, as well as the stewards, gave him a strange look. franco returned the look with one of his own, signaling to her to play along. (sorry, i don’t speak english, i don’t understand what you’re saying.)

getting the hint, she bit back a smile and turned to the stewards. “kya? mujhe aapka bhaat nahi samhaj tah hain. aap hamase baat kya kaarana chaahate hain?” (what? i don’t understand you. what did you want to talk to us about?)

the men in front of them looked at each other uncomfortably. “everyone-”

“estoy un poco cansado de esta reunión, tal vez deberíamos irnos ahora.” (i’m getting a bit tired of this meeting, maybe we should leave now.)

“vaah, ye office kya sundar hain. ise kon banaaya?” (wow, this office is so pretty. who made it?)

“maybe we should all go, practice should be starting soon.” the man on the far right decided, setting his notes down. “you can have a warning, this speech won’t be tolerated next time. you’re free to go.”

“ah, gracias!” franco beamed, looking at red in success.

two

“i mean, just look at how she’s performed so far. you could claim it’s the lack of experience or because she’s a rookie, but oliver bearman, an f2 driver at the time, stepped into a ferrari in 2024 on short notice on a very difficult track and still managed to finish ahead of lewis hamilton himself. let’s face it, the girl is not ready.”

red stood and watched the footage with her arms crossed. she hadn’t done as bad as danica was making it seem at all, and it wasn’t fair. of course she was behind lewis, she was a goddamn rookie up against a seven time world champion for christ’s sake.

“she talks quite a lot, doesn’t she?” ollie remarked, coming up behind red and crossing his arms as well. “she seems to have a great tendency to twist data to be in her favor and leave out important bits.”

“that’s a great way to put it.” red scoffed. “for a woman, she sure talks like she hates every other one trying to get into the sport.”

“more the reason not to pay her any attention.” ollie shrugged, turning to face red. “you did a good quali, by the way. that squeeze into q3 at the last minute after the botched strategy was impressive. i just have one question.”

she smiled back at him. “thanks, you did great too. what’s the question?”

“kimi and i have a little bet. did you and franco really manage to talk your way out of a penalty from that press conference?”

three

“no, no, i’m not saying it’s bad. i’m just saying…” red titled her head. “is flavio making you do this? do you really need to spare all the weight from the car that you can?”

pierre shot her a glare in return. “no-”

“you have to admit it’s weird to outside eyes! both you and jack just seemingly shaved your heads at the same time. if this is a call for help-”

“oh mon dieu, i don’t have time for this.”

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francisca.cgomes ❤️

redracing OH MY GOD YOURE GORGEOUSSSS

redracing oh my god pierre’s hair….

⬑ pierregasly …🤨?

⬑ redracing no, it’s nice… it’s… wow!

⬑ pierregasly Isn’t it past your bedtime?

landonorris the hair, mate 😂

⬑ redracing lots of talking for someone who looks like they walked out of a old time western saloon with that mullet

⬑ landonorris you were literally just making fun of him too!

⬑ redracing okay yeah and that was ME what’s your excuse

⬑ landonorris okay ms “had to pretend to forget english to get out of a penalty last week”

⬑ charlesleclerc lando be nice

⬑ landonorris what did i do ????

⬑ redracing thanks… dad?

⬑ oscarpiastri oh new sibling. cool. welcome to the family.

⬑ maxverstappen charles stop adopting the rookies we have too many

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