#portuguese compliments

[royalarchivist]

Mike: I think I know you from somewhere very distant…

Amzet: Yeah, you know who I am? I do know who you are.

Mike: Bobby! Bobby!!! How are you, how are you Bobby? How long has it been?

Mike reunites with an old friend (in another universe)! :')

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

lets play a game

i love love love qsmp and I love seeing all these different languages but, as a native english speaker, it's getting a bit monolingual in here, so let's shake it up a bit!!

Find a qsmp post you like, art, meta, whatever, and leave a comment on it or tag in a language you are not fluent in. ideally choose one of the languages in the qsmp, but I know some of you are frighteningly multilingual, so i leave it up to your discretion.

See someone reply to one of your posts in a language you don't know? Try to respond to them in kind! how long can you keep a convo going? how many words can you learn? can you make that artist happy-cry with sentence fragments alone?

reblog this post to spread the game, then hunt through the notes or the qsmp tag for your very first target! have fun and happy language-ing

[youronlybean]

I looooveeee when Larry plays geoguessr and talks about/speaks Portuguese

[sparkles-oflight]

Dazai and Chuuya: *done with a discussion topic*

*silence*

Dazai, quietly: Beau

Chuuya: What?

Dazai: Beau.

Chuuya:

Dazai, smilling after a moment of silence: It means "Beautiful" in French right?

Chuuya, nervous and also smiling: Yeah...it does. Pretty, beautiful...

[shoyoist]

it's june 21st for me and so! i need all of you wishing my beloved hinata shoyo a happy birthday !!! and i also need yall to know that when he came home from his morning run today i greeted him at the door all dressed up, wished him a happy birthday and then got down on one knee & kissed the back of his hand before giving him the bouquet of flowers i had prepared for him — because i like seeing my baby all shy and flustered. me giving him the princess treatment overwhelms him <33

[banhchao]

You speak Portuguese?

Sadly I don’t 😞. I went to Portugal last year so I started learning on Duolingo and I’ve been doing it since! I would really love to go back to Portugal though and my dream place to visit in the whole entire world is Rio de Janeiro, Brasil! But I def need to take language learning a lot more seriously first 😅 I have bad language barrier anxiety 🥹

I still have a LOT of trouble with pronunciation and the accent but luckily, because I learned French / learned in French for a good portion of my life, I’m able to pick up on some words’ meanings based on similarity alone lol. It’s not an easy language but still very enjoyable! But uh def have a very very very limited knowledge as of rn.

Espero falar muito bem português no futuro ⭐️

[fuchsiasea]

not to brag but i’m so good at languages, i wish i had the time to learn all of them 😭

[herawell]

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[s-awturn]

What it's like to date them || F1 Grid

cw: cuteness, display of affection, obscenity (?), a little dirty and degrading, love in its purest form.

starring: LH44, CS55, CL16, LN4, OP81, MV1 x latina!fem reader

a/n: after days without posting anything, I'm back, before you ask, I have the draft of Underworld Sun started, I have a Toto oneshot halfway through and something else in the draft, however,I wanted to write this because I know you like it and I like to make my readers happy, so enjoy!

he is a complete gentleman, he opens doors for you, pulls out chairs for you to sit down;

LEWIS HAMILTON:

even though he is very discreet, he makes sure everyone knows that you are his;

he loves it when you wear his clothes publicly or clothes with his name and/or number on them;

flowers, gifts, even a car, he loves to spoil you with anything you want;

jealous? Absolutely not, he knows that no one is good enough to attract his attention;

he loves your legs, completely in love with them and loves them even more when they are around his waist or head;

kisses on the hand and forehead are common things in your daily lives;

he loves it when you speak to him in his native language, he pretends he doesn't understand anything just to see you blush when he asks what it means;

there are many photos of you on his Instagram, without any further comments;

he likes privacy, so no quick sex in risky places;

in fact, he hates quick sex because he likes to fuck you in his own time, without rushing;

'Mrs. Hamilton's, 'my love', 'my life', 'darling', that's all he talks to you about.

but it's not because you're not going to have sex in some risky place that he won't tease you, he fucking loves seeing you trying to control yourself, keeping your composure;

fetish for compliments? Yes;

even if they are degrading compliments;

“You're so beautiful, baby, how can someone so beautiful be so depraved?”

you are the paddock's favorite couple;

CARLOS SAINZ:

he carries your bag or anything you have in your hand;

'mi reina', 'corazón', 'mi tesoro', 'mi cielo' is what he always calls you;

he takes you to Mallorca whenever he can;

sex in the car, sex in the driver's lounge, sex after the races, sex anywhere;

if there is an argument, his father is on his side;

you hate that he pays for things for you, but he doesn't care, he will pay for anything you want;

he is always, always touching you;

he always takes you to parties where he knows Latin music will be playing, because he loves to see you dance;

he loves to fuck you in your old bedroom at your parents' house, with your family downstairs;

long, overstimulating foreplay;

cute declarations of love in spanish and italian because yes;

he loves dancing reggaeton, salsa, samba or bachata with you;

yours, completely yours. He dedicates victories to you, you are the one he turns to in bad times, it is always about you;

sometimes he doesn't pay attention to what you say because he's obsessed with the movements of your mouth, he loves your mouth, kisses you whenever he can and loves the feeling of your lips around his cock;

kink size, kink size, kink, size, kink size, kink size;

"Don't make noise, corazón, we don't want your parents to hear you moaning, right?"

you are always holding hands, in any situation, anywhere;

CHARLES LECLERC:

he himself took his things to his house, clothes, cosmetics, books...;

he records TikTok trends with you;

he loves kissing you, from little pecks, cute kisses, to those that take your breath away and leave you anxious;

he understands a little Spanish and no Portuguese, but he loves to hear you speak and tries to use Google Translate (and fails miserably);

dance with him, dance for him, for God's sake just dance;

he loves your home country, loves knowing that you come from a different culture than his and wants to learn everything;

you are always traveling around your country, he loves dating a Latin girl;

it takes you to the best places in Monaco;

and fucks you in all of them;

'mon amour', mon cœur, 'mon ange', 'mon bébé', 'douceur', are some of the nicknames he calls you;

even if it is risky;

he installed The Sims on his computer for you to play;

He always wants you, his desire for you knows no bounds;

call him to fuck anytime, he will want to. Always;

he prepares movie sessions for you in the living room;

he cooks for you (and he's good at it);

Leo likes you more than you like him, and he loves it;

he always takes you to the Paddock, but keeps you away from Max Verstappen (for safety);

he loves (a lot) your hips, he's always touching them, holding them tightly, he's in love with that part of your body and loves it when you wear clothes that highlight this area;

"S'il te plaît, mon amour, sit on my face"

he's a complete sucker for you;

LANDO NORRIS:

there are few things he loves more than you;

he is literally the guy who likes to get hit by beautiful women;

especially if it's you;

he loves (so fucking much) when you speak Spanish or Portuguese to him;

and is learning the language;

wear his clothes and have him on his knees for you;

he buys you many, many books, just so you read to him;

always posts photos of yourself on Instagram stories;

quality time, absolutely, he loves spending time with you;

he is completely versatile, he has no problem letting you take charge sometimes;

he actually loves it when you boss him around;

unexpected trips, gifts, he loves to spoil you;

he likes to leave marks on you, nothing too rude, just something that reminds you of him at random times;

no problem teasing you in public, seeing you blushing and breathless without being able to react is his guilty pleasure;

very much in favor of caresses on the back of the neck or chin;

you can interrupt when he is playing, but only you;

he looks for you at the end of races, before anyone else;

'my dear', 'sweetie', 'bae' are the ways he likes to call you;

he loves it when you sit on his lap voluntarily;

he loves your eyes, but he doesn't deny that your breasts are his favorite part;

he sleeps with his hand on his chest, always;

"Five minutes, I just need five minutes with you, sweetie."

he likes to keep things low-key, call him low profile if you want;

OSCAR PIASTRI:

literally the kind of guy who only smiles with his girlfriend;

he is the good guy, he buys you flowers, drops you off at home, sends you letters, buys you chocolates;

the guy your parents would like you to marry;

the guy who always makes you cum before him (multiple times);

makes a point of leaving a discreet reference to you on the helmets;

buy food and things that remind you of your country;

as much as he love to see you speaking your native language, he feel embarrassed to ask you to speak;

he always does what you want because he knows you will do what he wants in bed;

words of affirmation, but always by letter or text message;

he has a sweet face, angelic even, but he's the kind of guy who takes you to the limit, makes you cum multiple times, leaves you overstimulated;

take him to see your country, he will love seeing the place where you grew up;

a little basic? Yes, he just calls you 'love' or 'angel' and you love it;

He will make a point of participating in your hobbies or reading your favorite books so he can talk to you;

he is a fan of soap operas, he watches them all with you;

he listens to his favorite playlists;

he loves your hands, his hand is always intertwined with yours;

but he also loves your legs, he wastes a lot of minutes of his life looking at them when you wear skirts, shorts and dresses;

"Can you give me one more, honey? I know you can"

MAX VERSTAPPEN:

he's crazy about you, completely and utterly in love with you;

that's why he's your number one fan, he follows everything you do, he roots for you and he doesn't try to hide it;

yes, he's jealous and hates other people wanting you, after all you are his;

but he loves it when you wear clothes that flatter you and insists that you wear them, after all anyone who tries something against you will have to fight with him;

He is intense, and he makes sure you know, the kisses, the touches, all his demonstrations towards you carry this intensity;

he loves to do what you want, spoiling you is the least he does;

be a spoiled brat, he will love it;

he will fight anyone for you;

he loves the fact that you are Latina, he loves it when you speak to him in Spanish or Portuguese;

he loves when you cook for him;

he always gives you tulips, he knows you don't like roses;

he doesn't care about the place or who is listening, he will want to fuck you anywhere, as long as they don't see you;

speaking of which, he prefers to see you from above, or any other position that sees your face;

breeding kink? yes. brat behavior? yes!

he loves to dominate you, make you needy and anxious for him;

'mijn liefde', 'mijn engel', 'mijn meisje', he prefers these nicknames to refer to you;

he likes to text you;

or when you wear his clothes;

whatever you want, it's yours;

root for him and you'll have the best night of your life (until he gives you another one)

"Don't be spoiled, dear, I always give you what you want"

gif credits: yuzuchupachups, silverstonesainz-archive, leqclerc, yrsonpurpose, goldsainz, countingstars-17

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[royalarchivist]

NOTE: In light of the recent information that's come out about Forever, I've turned off reblogs on this post.

As an archivist, it feels disingenuous to delete history and pretend it never happened, so clips related to Forever can still be found on the blog and timestamps for past VODs will still be up on the VOD Timestamp Archive for archival purposes. However, I won't be posting anything about him or updating his VODs moving forward.

Original caption under read more.

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Forever is one of my favorite streamers I've met thanks to QSMP, so I wanted to show my appreciation for him and love for his character as thanks for all the laughs he's given me! Here are some of my favorite clips of him and his friends from 2023.

I wasn't able to include every clip I love since that would make this video too long, plus I only wanted to use clips I had from Forever's POV (with one small exception), but hopefully there are still a few old and new bits that'll make you laugh as much as I did the first time I saw them!

[homiebromantic]

Gonna wear my milf sweater tmrw when I pop over to my friend's house and subtly and tastefully let their mother see it

[b14augrana]

Newbie

You meet Kika for the first time

Kika Nazareth x teen!reader

Part of the Scrubber universe

GIF credits: @a-lexia11

masterlist

Warnings: ✖️

A/N: i love kika so much 🥹 her good vibes are off the charts and because of that i really think she’d get on with scrubber well so here’s a blurb of those two

for the sake of my own happiness lucy is still thriving in sunny cataluña.

“Kika!”

You sat up rapidly as you heard Aitana speak, and the foam roller slipped out from beneath your leg and rolled away slowly. You looked around curiously, and everyone was spread out yet bunched together as they swarmed the three new additions to the team. You were just barely familiar with Ellie Roebuck from following each other on Instagram and you were more than familiar with Ewa Pajor through your mutual ties with her that existed through Frido and Ingrid. However, the girl that Aitana had beelined to, you hadn’t ever met her or known of her. A hand belonging to Mapi tugged you up from the ground and dragged you along to meet the new transfers, and you happily did so.

“You’ve grown so much from the last time I saw you!” Ewa gushed, smiling fondly at you to which you returned the gesture. The last time you had seen Ewa was during the 2023 Champions League final, when you weren’t a main player in the team but merely a reserve. It was an experience either way and Ewa was right — you had grown, physically and as a player. Throughout your entire little conversations with Ewa and Ellie, you could only think about meeting the unfamiliar one. You slunk away from the conversations with the Englishwoman and the striker before approaching Aitana and the final transfer.

“…miss Benfica a lot, actually, because this is my first time playing away from home,” she said to Aitana, who nodded along understandingly as you spoke, until you appeared by her side and her face lit up.

“Kika, I need to introduce you to (Y/N), mi pequeñita,” Aitana exclaimed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You smiled at the woman across from you, who grinned back. “Hola! I’m Kika,” she introduced herself. You already liked her; just the way she spoke and smiled at you gave the impression that she’d fit right into the team, and most importantly, get along with everyone. “I’m (Y/N),” you responded, but before you could continue and say anything else, you were engulfed in a warm hug by the Portuguese woman. It was yet another reason for you to like her, so you gratefully accepted the hug.

“I’ve watched you before, and all I can say is, I’m glad we’re on the same team,” Kika laughed, making your cheeks swell up with a rosy tint. Aitana nodded and squeezed your arm affectionately, “That means you’re already Barça. We feel like that everyday, ask Caroline.” She giggled and looked at Caro standing a little to the side of her, rolling her eyes with a smile.

“I’m alright…” you mumbled, shuffling around nervously with an awkward smile. To this day, you still weren’t the best at compliment-taking — especially from people way better and experienced than you — despite the amount of compliments you received often. It was still insane to you that the likes of Mapi and Irene complimented you on your defending, when they were the ones that deserved all the lauding more than anything.

“You’re more than alright, pequeñita,” Aitana scoffed, nudging you softly, “Te lo juro, Kika, sin ella no tendríamos la tercera Liga de Campeones.”

“Aitana, do you forget that you scored a goal in that final as well?” you laughed, and she shook her head earnestly. “No, and I definitely don’t forget who assisted me,” she responded with a light elbow to your side, which made you laugh even more. Kika joined in on the giggles until it all died down, and you invited them both back to your pre-workout stretches station. There, you three sat down and continued the conversation, until Aitana got up to do a workout with Fridolina and the weighted ball, leaving just you and Kika.

“You came from Benfica, right? Unless I’ve been hearing things,” you asked her, feeling relieved when she nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been there my entire career. It’s been a bit tough, adapting to Spain when I’ve lived in Portugal my whole life, but I love it here. What about you?” she explained.

You placed the foam roller back underneath your legs as you spoke, “I’ve more or less lived in Barna my entire life. I was in France for a couple years but I hated it so I kinda block it out from my memory. It sucked.” Kika laughed at your statement, inciting a smile from you. “Can you speak any French?” she asked, and you shook your head.

“Besides bonjour, au revoir, si vous plait and je suis (Y/N), I’m hopeless. If you ever want lessons, go to Lucy,” you replied, glancing at Lucy before nodding your head in her direction. Kika smiled and looked at Lucy as well, shooting her a charming grin before gazing back at you.

You liked her, a lot. She was nice and easy to get along with, she wasn’t super serious which was a big thing for you and she didn’t baby you any more than the others which was an even bigger thing. Kika was a very smart transfer for the club to have made, and you could see her becoming part of the family very soon. Her being close with Aitana was already a good start to that pursuit, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before the others warmed up to her.

“Are you any good at Catalan?” she asked you, and you hesitated before nodding, “I think so.” She sighed a breath of relief and lunged over to grab her own foam roller, placing it beneath her calf as she spoke, “Good, because I need a teacher for that. I’m not terrible, but I’m definitely not fluent yet. I tried to get Aitana to teach me but she talks too fast, it’s hard to keep up!”

With a lighthearted giggle, you nodded, moving the foam roller from your left leg to your right one. Kika continued rolling her left calf, bracing the floor for leverage and balance as she did so.

“How old are you, (Y/N)? Aita’s told me in the past but I can’t remember at all. You’re around my age, sí? 20, maybe 21 like me,” Kika spoke, shaking her head briefly at her own forgetfulness. You shrugged it off lightly, “Don’t worry about it. I’m– um, I’m actually 16,” you said nervously, smiling at the shocked expression on the woman’s face when you revealed your age.

“16 years old? Dios mío, and you’re a defender? What do they feed the kids at this club, gosh…” she muttered. Your cheeks flushed pink and your smile widened, tugging at your cheeks as you gazed down shyly, not a word coming out but your reaction spoke for itself. “Wait, so, where do you live? Do you go to school?” she questioned, intrigue capturing her facials expressions as she looked at you eagerly.

“My family don’t live in Barna, not anymore. I live with Irene most of the time but I just bounce around between apartments, and I attend classes at the academy,” you explained. “Oh, and I don’t think you’ll fully settle into the city unless you go to one of the cafés downtown. My favourite one is 5 minutes down the road, maybe we could go there after this?”

Kika was on board before you had even finished proposing your idea. After training, you pulled your hoodie over the top of your kit and left the grounds with your new friend, saying goodbye to everyone and explaining to them that you were steering her away from ‘guiri’ accusation territory.

You two walked down the streets, admiring the shops and cafés that were full of people, and on occasion, pointing out the Barça crests and flags displayed in the windows of buildings. You didn’t have a car yet, let alone a license, so you normally caught a ride with someone else, but it was nice to stroll down the streets of the city with Kika and introduce her to the place you called home. Eventually, your adventure came to a close when you found yourselves outside your favourite café of all time, before you walked into the entrance and took a seat right by the window.

The café was furnished with two-seat tables all around and a large display of everything you could imagine, from sandwiches, quiches and savoury muffins to decadent cakes and pastries. The comforting aroma of tea and other brews wafted through the air and only added to the warm atmosphere emitted from every corner of the room. You placed your bag down beside your chair, resting your hands on your thighs as Kika did a similar thing and relaxed her hands on the table. She looked around with an admiring gleam in her eyes before meeting your watchful gaze with an appreciative smile. “This is a lovely café, I can see why it’s your favourite.”

“Wait until you try the food, it’s even better,” you responded with a cheeky grin of your own, making the pair of you laugh simultaneously. “Do you want to go up and order first? I’ll stay here and watch our stuff and then I’ll order,” you said, gesturing for her to go up to the counter. She agreed, and you waited for a couple minutes until the woman returned to your table with her food; an iced tea, chocolate muffin and an apple danish. “I was going to order something healthy but I do not feel like vegetables right now,” she grimaced, placing her food down on the table slowly.

“I’ll be quick,” you said as you stood up and made your own way to the counter, ordering your own choice of food. You settled on an almond and icing sugar dusted croissant along with a cup of tea and a platter of mini donut bites. Once you received your order, you balanced your meal on your hands and carefully walked back to the table, talking slow steps until you reached Kika and placed it all down hurriedly, sinking into your seat once again. “Oh, yum,” she remarked, eyeing up your food before teasing you, “You’re making me regret getting this.”

You didn’t respond, because you knew from the moment she sunk her teeth into the chocolate muffin, her mind would change immediately, and you were correct — her eyes widened once she got a taste of the rich chocolatey goodness she possessed, and then they closed for a good minute as she savoured the taste. “Nevermind,” she mumbled between her mouthful, “You can keep it. This is th’ best thing ever!”

You looked at her with an ‘I knew it’ expression, which made her smile as she swallowed her bite and placed the muffin down atop its paper bag. You took a sip of your tea and then threw a donut bite in your mouth, offering one to Kika as you did so, who took one and thanked you with a nod of her head.

“So, you said you go to school at the academy. How is that?” she enquired. Unlike other teenagers who probably got sick and tired of being asked about how school is going, you actually didn’t mind. School was rarely a subject of interest for people when it came to your life, so it was kinda nice to know that someone was making the effort to know you outside of football. “It’s alright. Since the Champions League they’ve been letting me off easy with homework and stuff, so that’s pretty nice,” you answered with a shrug, “Some of the classes suck, like maths, but other than that it’s not too bad.”

“Any friends?” Kika continued, to which you nodded. “Well, I wouldn’t consider them friends, because I don’t talk to them outside of class since we’re all busy with our teams, but I’m okay with most of the people I take classes with. Some of them that play for the men’s first team, I’d call them my friends, but that’s it. I just hang out with the girls in our team,” you explained, “I love them all though, they’re the only friends I need.” Kika made an ‘oh’ expression to signify her understanding, and she nodded to further stress that.

“Yeah, I went to a regular school when I was still in school, and it’s much easier to take your classes in an academy like La Masia where everyone understands that your priorities are in football,” Kika said, taking another bite of her muffin. She paused for a minute to chew, and then she spoke again once she had swallowed it, “When you have friends that are always upset over you not having time to hang out because of football, it becomes a pain in the ass.”

You took a sip of your tea, wincing slightly as you adjusted to the piping hot temperature. “Yeah, I get that. I think we’re gonna get along really well, Kika,” you smiled warmly, invoking one on her own face. She was glad to have made a significant first impression, especially with you, the baby of the team. They undoubtedly loved you, and she was already on the path to joining them, enamoured with how friendly you were to her straight away.

The conversation strayed into talks about Portugal, and what it was like for Kika when she lived there. She told you about Benfica, her favourite restaurants in her hometown of Lisbon, her family and what made her want to play for Barça. You learnt a lot about her during that short café date, and in exchange, you told her more about your personal life and what you loved most; Vidić, slide tackles, your big sisters and Barcelona (the club and city). There were also the trivial things you loved that you decided to save for another day, like your love for Hay Day that she was sure to discover sooner or later.

You two shared the rest of the donut bites after you finished your muffin and croissant. She split her apple danish with you, which you gracefully accepted and thanked her for, and the conversation continued up until the last of the donut bites was gone and you were both stuffed.

“See why it’s my favourite café?” you said to the woman, and she nodded. “I’m definitely coming back, that chocolate muffin was delicious,” she groaned, scrunching her paper bag up. You both stood and grabbed your training bags, slinging them over your shoulders, and on the way out you tossed your rubbish into the bins, thanking the café owner. The pair of you strolled to Kika’s new apartment, and you learned that she was barely 5 minutes away from Irene’s home that was situated just around the corner: “That’s great!” she exclaimed happily as you two neared her home, “That means café dates can happen more often.”

Walking Kika up to the front door of her apartment, you peered inside and got a look of the cozy area. You were surprised at how furnished it was, because you were under the impression that she had only recently arrived in the city, but it didn’t seem that way anymore. “Your apartment is so nice…” you whispered, looking around a little bit more before pulling your head out, “I’ll see you tomorrow, thanks for coming with me!”

She embraced you in another warm hug before you left, smiling widely as she spoke, “I should be thanking you! It’ll be much easier at training tomorrow, knowing two people instead of just one.”

You waved goodbye to her and she returned the gesture before she shut the door. It didn’t take long you to be standing on Irene’s doorstep, unlocking the door with your key and slipping inside. She had known about your plans to go to the café with Kika, so she wasn’t alarmed when you came home particularly late, and instead she asked you about it.

“I love her, she’s great!” you lauded, flopping down beside her on the sofa, “I think we get along really well, and I can’t wait for her to meet Clau and Patri.”

“Oh no,” Irene groaned, shaking her head. “Do not introduce her into your trio of tontos,” she exclaimed. You shrugged, leaning back on the sofa, “I won’t, but the other two will probably do it on their own.”

She let out an exasperated sigh, looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Please don’t ban us from seeing each other again,” you begged, looking at her with a grimace. She shook her head, dismissing the idea. “No, because the last time we tried that, you three rode those jet skis at the Barceloneta.”

“Okay, that was not my idea, and you should blame Claudia for that… but it was really fun and it would be nice if you let us go again,” you said quietly, looking at her with an indicative expression.

“…Fine. I guess it would be okay, only if the rest of us come and we make it a beach day.”

“Deal!”

[bruhnze]

Apple tarts and tiramisu - Part 9

Summary ''Apple tarts and tiramisu'': Lucy just moved to Barcelona, you offer to teach her Spanish. Reader gets into a relationship with Lucy Bronze who she met while she served her an apple tart.

Other parts: masterlist

SMUT - MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 6k, decided to put the rest of the story in part 10.

Thank you for the ideas: anon, lb2-supporter, anon

Apple tarts and tiramisu - Part 9

October and November had been good months. You had took up going to the gym quite seriously and with yfs/n as your self-claimed coach, you were actually starting to get lean, you never had been really chubby but you just didn’t have any muscle, but right now your muscles were getting way more definition and you scolded yourself for not excepting your best friends advise earlier.

The coffee shop and bakery had had more customers and your mother had even been in the newspaper with her pastries.

Lucy had had her birthday just before her family had come and you had spent a lovely day and a half together at a beach house just outside Barcelona with Narla. It had been a tight schedule so unfortunately you had not been able to plan it as a surprise and Lucy had insisted on paying when you were booking but in the end you had persuaded her by saying that it would be her present.

But of course that wasn't just it, you had bought some presents and your parents had also written a card for her which you had taken with you and of course your mother had baked a cake which you took with you.

The trip had been amazing.

The meeting with Lucy's family went perfectly, you got complimented on your English and you actually got along really well with everyone.

Lucy hadn't like it when you and Jorge, Lucy's brother, had been a team together in a game. Lucy's father and she were a team and Jorge's wife and Lucy's mother were a team. The children were already in bed but it got louder and louder as the game went on, when Jorge and you celebrated that you almost won with a certain set Lucy said so loudly ´´no´´ ´´not at all´´ ´´just wait´´ that her nephew came in with his cuddly toy to ask what was going on.

The group had laughed and Jorge had taken him on his lap: "You can watch how aunt y/n and I are going to beat up aunt Lucy."

One evening during their stay you had a dinner at your parents’ with the whole group. Your father had talked to Joaquin the whole evening, which went surprisingly well, he spoke in Spanish and Lucy's father in Portuguese.

Diane and Jorge's wife had been in the kitchen with your mother the whole time, helping her with the food, and they had given her so many compliments that you were sure your mother would love to have them visit more often.

Dessert had been tiramisu, of course, and you and Lucy had told the story of your meeting together and your first date.

Now it was December, just before everyone went to their families for Christmas, Lucy's club wanted to celebrate it together.

You had seen her teammates a few times now, after matches you had attended and once when you went with her when she had a media event at the club after which you were going to eat at friends of yours, so it had been more efficient to come along right away.

Mapi and Ingrid had once visited the coffee shop with Lucy.

Mariona, or Mario, as Lucy calls her, had once eaten at your house. Mariona had a girlfriend in England, Lucy had told her and when he was in Spain 'Mario' had invited you to eat at her house.

There had also once been a dinner at Paños' house, her name was Sandra but Lucy called her Paños. It had been very nice and Paños' girlfriend was there too.

The one you saw most often was Kiera, she was super nice, when you had dropped off the dog with Lucy on a Monday a few weeks back, she had invited you two in and for tea with her and her girlfriend, Laura.

Everyone you had properly met had been nothing but nice to you, but you still felt a bit nervous to formally meet the whole team.

The dinner was planned to be in the Barca complex itself and all the players and staff were invited with their partners.

Lucy had texted you if you were ready a while ago, even though you hadn’t been completely ready you had said you were, as you knew it always took her some time to get to your house when she came with her car. It was way quicker to walk the distance between your apartments then to drive, but as you two had to go somewhere, there was no other option then to go by car.

You had gone for an elegant black dress and wore tights underneath that were a bit thicker then the ones you wore teaching. When you were standing outside with your coat and your bag ready for Lucy you were happy with your choice because it was very chilly.

You were just about to call her when you saw her black car turn the corner.

She stopped and when you wanted to walk to the car to open the door but she shook her head no and she got out to quickly open the door for you.

Lucy had been doing this the whole time, you had been together for three months now, but it seemed like you were falling more and more in love.

''good evening beautiful'' Lucy said as she held the door open for you.

Lucy was wearing black suit pants with a crisp white blouse, it was wrinkle-free, probably because it was a new one, cause you were sure Lucy had never heard of properly ironed.

You gave her a kiss ‘’you look hot’’ you said as you climbed in the car.

‘’you look cold’’ she chuckled before closing your door.

When she sat back in the car you replied ‘’it is cold, I can’t grasp the fact you’re walking here in a blouse’’.

‘’my jacket hangs in the back, can’t have it wrinkled’’ she looked at you ‘’you know I’m part English right, I don’t like the cold, but I can deal with it’’.

‘’since when are you so concerned about wrinkles’’ you laugh ‘’you don’t even own an iron’’.

‘’it’s a special occasion’’.

‘’pre-Christmas dinner?’’.

‘’yeah, and everyone meeting you, I cant look like a potato bag, people wouldn’t understand how I bagged you’’ she grinned.

‘’bagged me’’ you reply repeating her words slowly.

‘’well, yeah, uhm you know, got you to date me’’

‘’oh!’’ you chuckle, you knew what she had meant ‘’I know, I just thought it was the other way around, I bagged you’’.

Lucy looked away from the road a second to look at you with disbelieve.

‘’I offered you Spanish lessons’’ you refreshed her memory.

‘’I took your phone number to actually set it up and changed it to a dinner’’.

You sighed not knowing how to fire back.

Lucy put her hand on your thigh and rubbed her thumb along the covered skin ‘’it’s okay baby’’ you could hear in her voice she was grinning ‘’you’re my little princess’’.

‘’I said I love you first’’ you pouted.

‘’on accident’’ Lucy laughed.

‘’yeah but after that I said it again because you wanted me to say it first’’.

‘’because I asked you to be my girlfriend that night and I was a bit nervous’’.  ‘’I bagged you and I’m the one punching’’ Lucy stated as if that was the end of it.

You frowned ‘’punching?’’ ‘’what is with your weird English, I get bagged but what do you mean with punching’’.

Lucy chuckled and caressed your knee ‘’just agree bub, it’s true anyways’’.

‘’no’’ you said as you grabbed Lucy’s phone and searched it up in Google

In relationships, “punching” describes someone dating out of their league. The phrase is most commonly used in the UK but has recently been picked up more widely thanks to reality TV.

‘’what the- Luce, you can’t possibly say I’m out of your league’’ you chuckled ‘’or you mean I’m punching’’.

''I don't know, every time I blink you look better and better, I just get wrinkles''.

''good thing I have a thing for old people'' you chuckle, knowing Lucy hates to get called old.

You watch her face as you see her jaw drop and she huffed out some air ‘’you can’t say that’’.

‘’you asked for it gr-’’ you grinned widely at her knowing she doesn’t like the name that will follow next.

She looked at you ‘’don’t you dare!’’ she said as she squeezed your leg.  

‘’what?’’ you chuckled ‘’don’t worry, you’re the hottest granny I know’’.

‘’oh y/n you’re in deep shit’’.

‘’don’t beat me up because you’re punching’’ you chuckled at your pun.

She shook her head suppressing a laugh.

‘’come on Luce, you are hot, sexy, smart, the best footballer, ofcourse they understand you can get every girl, even though I don’t agree that I’m hotter then you, but there are literally maybe a hundred hot as fuck woman who would want to ‘get bagged’ by the Lucy Bronze’’ you say rubbing her leg ‘’why the insecurity all of a sudden?’’.

Lucy swallowed ‘’I don’t know, I have never introduced someone to the team’’.

‘’I’m nervous too, but it’ll be allright, right?’’.

Lucy sat a bit straighter up and took you hand from her leg to hold it ‘’god I’m an idiot, I haven’t even asked you how you feel’’.

‘’yeah well, I know a few people a little bit, but I don’t know most.. and meeting new people is always a bit.. nerve wracking.. especially your partner's colleagues’’.

''they'll love you'' ''and you look so beautiful baby'' Lucy said as she caressed your fingers with her thumb.

‘’will you stay by my side?’’ you ask carefully.

‘’ofcourse’’ Lucy nodded abundantly ‘’I’ll introduce you to everyone’’.

Lucy brought your hand to her mouth and pressed a few kisses to it ‘’and thank you for coming with me, I love you’’.

‘’I love you too Luce’’ you said as you leaned over to kiss her jaw ‘’I’ll always come with you’’.

You walked into the dining hall on Lucy's arm. Lucy had a hard time finding a spot for the car because she wanted to park near the door for you, every spot there was already taken, but in the end it worked out and the two of you hadn´t parked too far away.

First there would be a reception with drinks, but in about fifty minutes the food would already be served. A lot of people were there already, since the reception actually lasted two hours, but Lucy had said that Alexia had told her that the first hour was more something for the staff and was often a bit boring.

Speaking of Alexia, she came in with you and Lucy at the same time. You had greated Alexia and Olga, her girlfriend and the four of you were now doing a round of greeting Lucy and Alexia's teammates and Lucy introduced you to a few staff members too, like a physio guy that she had mentioned a few times at home.

After a while of sipping drinks and small talk someone, the head of Barcelona Femení, as Lucy filled you in, clinged a glass with his ring and announced that dinner would be served soon and asked everyone to start taking a seat at the long dinner table.

Alexia came up to Lucy and you heard her quietly ask if the two of you could join them because Olga wanted to sit next to you because she had learned you were a teacher too.

Lucy nudged you with her to follow Alexia and softly said to you that Alexia's girlfriend was interested to be friends with you.

Now you were seated next to Olga and Lucy, opposite was a woman who called herself Patri and next to her was Pina, a woman who was also on the team but Lucy had told you they were dating but keeping it quite low-key.

You had learned there were quite a few couples on the team, some were very open about it, like Mapi and Ingrid, who had visited the shop and you had followed them on social media after, seeing the had a few posts posing together. Other couples were only obvious if you knew, like Caroline and Marta or like the couple infront of you, Patri and Pina. But you knew as no other that the Spanish could be very touchy with eachother, so if you hadn't been told about the couples you would've probably never thought anything special about their interactions.

It is actually pretty fun at your section of the table, funny stories are shared, jokes are made but eventually the conversation inevitably turns to football. At that moment Olga and you start talking about teaching, you learn that she is a primary school teacher and you explain that you were an English teacher at a secondary school but since you stopped doing that you teach different ages English as a side job next to working at your moms coffee shop.

The topic went from teaching to dating an athlete, and just when Olga offered to exchange numbers to contact eachother to sit together in the stands next game, the table got louder.

''I just want to show her around''. Lucy said while laughing hard.

''Sure'' Pina laughed.

''I am going to show Pina the lockers too after dinner'' Patri chuckled.

''She already knows the way'' Alexia tuned in. ''I showed Olga around here too when we started dating''.

''Yeah'' Pina chuckled ''and it took multiple times appearently, i have seen you take her-

''Pina!''. Alexia scolded ''tanca la puta boca''. (shut the fuck up)

''Ale'' Olga said with wide eyes as she slapt her girlfriends arm.

''She was saying crazy stuff babe'' Alexia offered as she shot a murdering glance across the room ''algunes persones volen córrer moltes voltes després de les vacances de Nadal'' (some people want to run a lot of laps after Cristmas break).

''No-'' Pina said ''i'm sorry capi, we were joking''.

''What would y/n think of us right now, hm? pensa en el nostre nou convidats i sigues respectuós amb la Lucía i amb ella''. (think about our new guests and be respectful to Lucia and her).

You chuckled as the pair across from you got scolded.

Lucy tapped your leg ''What did she say?'' she whispered.

You whisper back ''Ale says Pina and Patri are going to run laps if they keep disrespecting people''.

Lucy chuckled.

''Anyways'' Ale says ''Olga and i will go with you Luce and y/n''.

''We want to come too''. Pina pouted.

''Bé'' (fine) Alexia shrugged.

''Nah Pin''. Patri said ''they're boring thirty year-olds, let's annoy Vicky and Salma after this''.

''No way y/n is 30'', Pina said ''quants anys tens?''. (how old are you anyways?)

''I'm 25'' you reply in English ''Sé que estic sortint amb un dinosaure, oi?'' you added in quick Catalan, chuckling. (i know im dating a dinosaur right?).

''Did you just call me a dinosaur?!''. Lucy said laughingly but offended.

''Uh nooo'' you say innocently ''i said i'm not a dinosaur''. you couldn't surpress your smile.

''Ale?''. Lucy tried as she leaned on the table to get Alexia's attention ''what did she say?''.

''No Lucia,'' Alexia chuckled ''i'm not getting inbetween you two, this is motivation for your language lessons''.

At the mean time Patri and Pina were laughing their heads off opposite of you and Olga was also quietly chuckling.

''Mkay'' Lucy sighed ''you are lucky you're cute'', she said while squeezing your thigh.

You looked away from smiling at Lucy to face the two women who were now making gagging noices.

''So down bad'' Pina chuckled, making Patri laugh even harder.

/Ding-ding-ding/ the offical took the floor again and announced that they had the fun idea to change seats again for dessert to have a chance talk to some other people.

Lucy pulled you along to Oshoala, Ingrid, Mapi, Cata and Frido.

''Heyy'' Mapi said as she took a chair out for you ''pastrie girl and her worshipper''.

You chuckled but Lucy didn't laugh as she got back with a chair ''shut it xerrameca''. (blabbermouth).

''Ey Catalan!''. you laugh.

''What she meant is -hi y/n-'', Ingrid corrected her girlfriend ''and hi Lucy''.

Oshoala chuckled ''No Maria is right, Lucy is so down bad for you, i assume you are the girl she sends all those selfies to hm?''. She said as she stuck out her hand ''hi, i'm Asisat''.

You stuck out your own hand to shake it ''i'm y/n''. but Oshoala didn't shake your hand, instead she brought it to her mouth to kiss the back of your hand.

''Allright Oshoala that's enough'' Lucy grumbled in a lightharded way.

Mapi sighed ''you have to start hitting on girls that are not taken'' she said as she rubbed ingrids thigh.

''Ah Maria, she's just being nice''. Ingrid chuckled.

''No!'' Lucy and Mapi said at same time, making you chuckle aswell.

''Yeah i'm just being nice'' Oshoala chuckled cheeckily.

''We have to find you a girlfriend then'' you said tapping Oshoala's shoulder.

Oshoala grinned ''yeah, do you have any pretty friends?''.

''No sadly all of them are taken or straight'' you chuckled ''don't you have like fans or something?''.

''Nahhh'' Oshoala laughed ''you can't date fans''.

You looked at Lucy who was nodding in agreement ''it's a bit weird'' she offered as she looked at your curious face.

''Why?''. you asked ''is that why there is so much dating within the team'' you grinned ''or is that because you guys have such difficult schedules''.

''Both'' Cata and Frido said, breaking the silence they had kept until now.

''I can't understand-'' you stopped yourself ''uhm''. and got quiet.

''Go on'' Mapi chuckled ''we can handle it, Oshoala has the biggest ego but she'll manage, what did you want to say?''.

''We love when people are honest to us'' Cata added.

Frido laughed ''did you want to make fun of us?''.

''No, no, god no, i was just thinking, like, everyone is just a person right, only difference is you guys are good at playing football, and that became your job, but everyone has something like that, like a talent''.

''I can see why you love her'' Ingrid said, turning to Lucy.

You turned to Lucy aswell and saw her looking at you smiling, you blushed a little ''sorry, maybe i should be more like'' you turned back again and mimicked a fan girl ''omg! im at the table with Asisat Oshoala''. choosing her name after Mapi had joked she had the biggest ego.

''See i kinda like that'' Oshoala grinned, deserving a slap from Lucy.

''I advise you to never fuck a fan'' Mapi grinned.

-Sorry- you mouthed to Lucy who looked at you with narrowed eyes.

At that Lucy smiled again.

''But why Maria?'' Cata asked ''i haven't heared that story''.

After Ingrid had shrugged Mapi enlightend the table with her detailed story.

..

A couple of very funny story's and one dessert later everyone scattered back to the section of the hall that the evening had started.

Everyone went around sipping drinks and changing conversation partners, and the two of you went around the room without Lucy ever leaving your side.

After about an hour Olga and Alexia joined you again.

''Ready for that tour'', Alexia asked Lucy.

Lucy looked at you, ´´ýeah ofcourse, excited to see where you guys work´´, you smile.

''It's nothing special'', Olga whispered to you as the two of you followed your girlfriends, ''just nod and be excited at every little thing, oh and definitly ask about the gym machines''.

You chuckled ''is Alexia just as gym-obsessed as Lucy is?''.

''I don't know how obsessed Lucia is with it, but Ale lives and breathes the gym'', Olga chuckled.

Lucy turned around ''what are you guys chatting about?'', she asked with a curious smile, making Alexia turn around too.

''Y/n says you like the gym as much as Ale does, or actually, we couldn't really come to an agreement because we don't know how much you guys-

''I squat way more'', Alexia scolds.

Lucy rolled her eyes, ''i bench twice as much as you''.

''i- Alexia thought about a comeback.

''leave it Ale, don't embarrass yourself'', Lucy grinned.

Alexia frowned and looked at Olga, then at you, before looking back at Lucy ''lets start our tour at the gym then''.

''This is how you do that'' Olga whispered, ''you're about to experience the best private show ever''. and quickly hopped to catch up with her girlfriend.

Lucy grinned as she swatted an arm around you when you had catched up with her, ''Don't make fun of Ale too hard later, i'm about to emberrass her big time''.

''Hm i don't know'', you tease, squeezing her bicep, ''she looks pretty strong too, and Olga said she's in the gym a lot''.

''Oh yeah'' Lucy grumbled, ''why don't you go touch her biceps then, if they're so much better''.

You kissed her neck softly before whispering in her ear, ''i said pretty strong, not as strong as you Luce, you're the strongest''. After one more peck you said, ''no bicep could beat yours''.

''Lucia!'', Alexia called out, ''stop drooling and get over here''.

Lucy grinned, keeping the same slow pace to walk down to the backdoor.

''Your not scared, are you?'', Alexia prevoked, ''feble'' (weakling).

Lucy narrowed her eyes, ''what did she call me''.

''She called you weak'' you chuckled, farely enjoying this theater.

The four of you ended up in the other building, now standing in a hall with various gym equipement. Conveniently enough Alexia had a master key to the complex, being the Captain she could enter all the Barca buildings. You had praised her how cool it was after the woman had mentioned it for the third time, which resulted in a laugh and a wink from Olga.

Olga and you now shared an inside joke about how easily the athletes could get riled up by a few strategic comments, or on the other hand completely blossom, with just a few praises.

Alexia and Lucy put some weights on a iron bar, ''you first'', Alexia commanded, ''we'll up the weight until one fails''.

''We're benching after this'', Lucy said without leaving room for discussion.

Alexia sighed ''okay, sí''. ''but pushups after''.

''Fair'', Lucy shrugged, ''three competitions so no chance of a draw''.

''I don't care, 1-0, 2-0 or 3-0, it's never a un empat'' (a draw) Alexia grinned, ''you just gave me more to beat you in''.

''Yeah keep talking big Putellas, or maybe let's see what those chicken arms are worth first''.

''Ohhh Bronze! just so you know, if you're not tall enough to reach the bar, the point also goes to me''.

''You're the same heigth as me!''.

Alexia chuckled, ''oh no, i am 173 and you are 171''.

''Oh so you're obsessed with me?'', Lucy grinned, ''want me to write you an autograph?''.

Alexia grinned back ''I might give you mine when i've beat you'', she turned around to look at you ''and ofcourse y/n will get one too''.

Lucy put her hand over Alexia's eyes and turned her to the bench, ''you wanted me to go first hm? watch me ace this than''.

You couldn't decide if it looked more hot or more rediculous, the dressed up women glistening with sweat as they riled eachother up and had kept upping the weights again and again, even making you fear for their backs at one point.

Alexia had won the squatting, Lucy the benching, now it was time for some push-ups.

Lucy was a sight, she had thrown her jacket on one of the weight racks at the moment they had entered this room but after one set of squatting she had also rolled up her sleeves. When they had moved on to benching she had undone the top 2 buttons of her blouse, giving you a perfect view of her necklaces on her clammy skin.

Just like you, Olga was also eating this show up, her eyes hadn't left her girlfriend once.

You got pulled from your thoughts as you heared her whisper something to you ''tindré un bon sexe aquesta nit''. (i'm going to have such good sex tonight).

With a couple of blinks you looked up at her, sceptical if you had heared her right.

''I like it the most when they lose a game'', Olga confided to you quietly, ''but never tell Ale''.

You chuckled but attention got pulled away by grunts you knew all to well.

''47-48-49, babe you're looking right, 50,51'' Lucy grunted.

''Ofcourse, you're doing so good'' you swooned ''let's go Bronzey''.

''Yeah Bronzey'' Alexia mocked, ''go on until you get tired, are your arms tired?''.

''67-68-69''. with that Lucy sat up, ''that's a good number to stop on, i want to leave some energy in my arms and ofcourse give you atleast a little chance to beat me'', with that last she slapped Alexia's shoulder, ''your turn beanstalk''.

''the what?''.

Lucy grinned, ''don't worry about it, get on the floor''.

''beanstack?'', Alexia muttered as she got on the floor.

You can't help but comment, ''she called you tall''.

Alexia looked up and grinned, ''ah, ofcourse, thank you Lucía, now count for me''.

''No'' Lucy frowned ''i counted myself!''.

''We never said you had too'', Alexia looked at Olga ''you count for me babe?''.

''Ofcourse'' Olga purred, ''should i start at 70 and count down''.

''hm'', Alexia said as her grin grew impossibly bigger, ''yeah start at 71 for me guapa''.

At 36 she started shaking, you couldn't countain your chuckling when she almost couldn't push herself up anymore at 31 and slapped your hand infront of your mouth.

Lucy shot a smug wink at you. ''Struggeling Putellas?''.

''N-n-no'' She groaned, ''30 to go''.

''You can stop to safe your arms'', Olga offered as she eyed her trembling girlfriend.

''keep c-counting babe'' Alexia said, barely getting the words out.

After one more push-up she collapsed on the ground.

''Ayyeee'', Lucy screetched ''kiss for the winning lady?'' she asked looking at you.

''Ofcourse'' you grinned, being weirdly proud at your girlfriend, and walked towards her.

''and another reward later'' you whispered quietly in her ear before kissing her.

..

''Fuck'' you moaned as Lucy pinned you against the mattress.

She hummed as she littered your neck and chest with kisses and tender bites.

''I was rewarding you right'' you said, chuckling when she reached a ticklish spot.

She sat up, her hips straddling yours, ''oh but this is a reward'' she groaned, reaching down to massage your boobs.

Your hands closed around her wrists, trying to keep her hands on you.

Gently she started rocking against you, you saw her brows furrow lightly as she grinded down, positioning herself exactly against your clit.

''Get my panties off'', you sigh desperatly, wanting to feel all of her against you, ''and yours too''.

She quickly helped you out of them and then shuffled her own briefs clumsily down her legs, before throwing them besides the bed and climbing back on top of you.

You cup the back of her neck to pull her in for another kiss.

Softly she took your bottom lip in between her teeth and getly tugged on it before releasing it and going in for the kiss.

During the slow make out she tentatively started moving her hips again.

When a small moan of yours escaped in to her mouth she pulled back to look at you, ''does this feel good?'' she carefully asked.

''mhm'' you said, closing your eyes to focus even better on the way your bodies were melting together.

''Good'' she said as she kept looking at your face while gently steering your limbs in a little more open position.

Your eyes shot open again when you could feel even more of her, hear even more of her.

''Still good?''.

You groan as she kept rutting against you, or rather, along you.

Her face was adorable, holding so much concentration as she moved in a way that make the both of you feel amazing.

''Fuck'', she breathes out ''i'm going to cum like this'' she said as she increased her pace.

You reach up to touch her breasts, stimulating her nipples. ''You feel so good Luce, keep going''.

She groaned.

''Come against me''.

Another groan.

''You looked so hot beating her in the gym, you're so fucking strong''.

Lucy's head dropped in her neck, her chin pointing to the ceiling.

''I couldn't take my eyes off of you''.

''Lifting weights in your blouse''.

''You're so sexy''.

With that Lucy came, she panted hard as she rode herself through her high against you, slowely coming to a stop and plopping on the bed, laying besides you.

''Fuck'', she gasped as her chest was heaving up and down, ''you didn't-

''Sshh'' you chuckled, ''that was amazing''.

After a few minutes of stroking eachothers skin, Lucy seemed to have come back down to the here and now and started kissing you again.

It started fairly soft and slow, but her intentions quickly revealed as she worked her way down your body sloppily.

You moaned hard as she flattened her tongue to your core.

She looked up at you from between your legs, a sight you loved to see.

She stared intensely at you while she was working her mouth and brought two fingers up, gently pushing them inside you.

When your jaw slacked and your eyes rolled she knew she found the right spot, your head dropped on the pillow as you felt your orgasm approaching again.

It didn't take long for you to come undone.

When she helped you through it, you felt in complete ecstasy.

Only when it became too much did you gently push her away.

You smiled at her when she crawled on top of you to reach for a kiss.

With two hands you reached up to frame her face, she kissed the palm of one of your hands and you felt the clammy skin of her chin.

''Was that first thing we did okay?'', she asked hesitantly.

You looked at her slightly confused, ''yeah it felt really good, we should do that more often'' you say, petting her face.

''But you didn't-

You chuckled, making her frown.

''what?''.

''Oh Luce'', you laugh ''is this the first time that happened to you or something?''.

''maybe, i just..

''it felt really good'', you say ''and it was our first time doing that Luce''.

''i came too fast''.

''i take that as a compliment actually'' you chuckled, ''and it was your reward after all'' you say, moving your hands from her face to her shoulders to end at her biceps.

''Hmmm'' Lucy groaned, ''i guess it was'' she said as leaned in to kiss you.

...

It was a couple of days later, the Christmas days had been spent with the Bronze's family visiting Barcelona.

Your family's had meet up again and there had been eaten a lot of good food.

Lucy had opened up her apartment for her family again, just like last time, only this time her nephew did spent a night sleeping over at yours.

It had been really cute seeing Lucy with the kids, although she was a bit of a rough wrestler with them, she was always gentle.

Now it was time for your annual new years trip. You had the tradition to spent Christmas with the family and new years with the friends.

Often years it had just been celebrated at the friend with the biggest house, but in recent years it had grown out to a 3-day trip in a rented air-bnb.

As soon as Lucy had heared about it she'd agreed to come, excited to join your friends along your side, knowing you had never had a new years kiss before.

''but what are the vibesss'', Lucy whined, hovering over her empty suitcase.

You were at her place, your suitcase was packed and ready, laying in the trunk of your car.

Right now you were helping Lucy pack, you were at Lucy's to sleep there and the next morning you'd drop off Narla at Keira's, who just got back from England, and then the two of you had a 3 hour drive to the rented property.

A few friends had already arrived today, inspecting the place and setting everything up.

They'd sent pictures, it was a cute house, pretty big, enough rooms for everyone.

Everyone of the friendgroup had a partner now, even your bestfriend, yfs/n, she had started dating a guy recently, you thought he was nice but you didn't really have a connection with the man. Lucy on the other hand, she had spent hours talking with him at the dinners either your bestfriend or you had hosted. It worked out perfectly for double dates, you had yfs/n and Lucy could talk to Marc.

''Why are you so hessitant'' you chuckled rubbing her back, ''booze and games, the vibes are booze and games i think, and sweaters, pack enough clothes because it is cold''.

''How is the sleeping situation?'' Lucy asked as she turned around and pulled you against her, ''d'we get any privacy?''.

You grinned ''it's just 3 days, everyone sleeps next to eachother in one long dormitory'' ''oh, did i mention bunkbeds''.

Lucy groaned, ''why do i love you so much that i do this happily for you''.

You bursted out in laughing ''no we have our own rooms with regular double beds, every couple has an own room, that's why we have to drive a bit further this year, Ale searched the best house''.

''Hmm'' Lucy hummed kissing your neck ''great''.

''We have to pack your bag Luce'' you groan as she licks along your sensitive skin.

''Our last private night'' she said inbetween kisses, ''might aswell make the best of it''.

''I just told you we have our own room'', you chuckled.

She slightly pulled away from you and you saw a dumb smile on her face ''i don't know, if the walls are thin i ain't doing anything'', she grinned ''you have a hard time keeping quiet sometimes''.

''I'm sure you can think of a way to keep me quiet'' you say while a small blush crept on you cheeks.

''No way'', ''what if yfs/n is in the room next to us''.

You shrugged ''it's not like she wouldn't- you stopped yourself, ''yeah we'll manage not doing anything for three days right'' you hurried to say.

''What?'' Lucy said chuckling

''Nothing'' you say, trying to distract her with a kiss.

''No i'm thinking you we're about to say she already knows what you sound like''.

Your eyes screwed shut and you quickly shook your head, ''No, ew''.

''Well go on then'', she urged.

''It's just that we tell eachother everything'' you say carefully, ''i was going to say, it's not like she wouldn't know the cause of what she'd hear'' you blushed furiously.

Lucy cringed a bit but chuckled ''are you sharing our private life with her?''.

''Sorry'' you say grimacing, ''it was just our habit and-

''For me it's Jordan'' Lucy stated, making you look up.

You looked at her questioning.

''-the person i overshare with'' Lucy chuckled, ''ofcourse you have someone you share everything with, it's good, i just- '', she chuckled, ''maybe i should've known about it sooner''.

''Why?''.

''Cus it's a bit akward isn't it?'' Lucy smiled, ''does she tell you about Marc and her too?''.

''yes'' you say scruncing your nose.

[loveburrowx]

Portugal

Request - Joe goes to Portugal for a vacation and he meets Y/N.

Warnings - Smut (intercourse)

A/N - just wanted to make a fanfic with my country! Enjoy!

Joe, quarterback for the Bengals in the NFL, had been feeling the itch to get away from it all. The constant pressure of performing on the field, the endless stream of fans and media, the never-ending demands on his time. He needed a break, a chance to recharge his batteries and just be himself. So, he decided to do something drastic: he booked a one-way ticket to Portugal.

With his trusty travel guide in hand, Joe set off to explore the cobblestone streets of Lisbon, marveling at the city's stunning architecture and vibrant culture. One afternoon, while wandering aimlessly, he stumbled upon a soccer game being played at the Estádio José Alvalade. The game featured Sporting CP, one of the most successful teams in Portugal, and the energy in the air was palpable.

As he watched the players on the field, a familiar face caught his eye. There, leading the team as captain, was Y/N, a woman with long, flowing hair and legs that seemed to go on forever. The way she moved with grace and power, the way she shouted instructions to her teammates, it was clear that she was the heart and soul of the team. And to Joe, she was absolutely irresistible.

After the game, Joe mustered up the courage to approach Y/N as she was leaving the field. He introduced himself in his broken Portuguese, complimenting her on her skills and her leadership. To his surprise, she smiled warmly and seemed genuinely flattered. They exchanged numbers, and before he knew it, they were texting each other constantly, meeting up for dinner and attending local events together.

The more time they spent together, the more Joe became infatuated with her. Not just her beauty or her skill on the field, but also her charisma and her passion for life. He found himself unable to resist her sexy Portuguese accent when she would correct her teammates or shout encouragement to her friends. And when she gave him her jersey as a gift, he felt a thrill run through him that he hadn't experienced in years.

One evening, as they were enjoying dinner at his newly purchased home in Lisbon, Joe couldn't help but ask Y/N if she'd ever like to cook for him. She hesitated for a moment, but then smiled shyly and agreed. The next day, she arrived at his house carrying a basket of fresh ingredients and a mischievous glint in her eye. As she prepared a traditional Portuguese dish for him, Joe couldn't help but wonder what else she might have in store.

When she finally presented him with the meal, Y/N stepped back and revealed that she was wearing a stunning, all-white dress that showed off her perfect figure, including her toned legs and her perky breasts. The look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. She wanted him. And tonight, she was going to make him feel wanted too.

As they sat down at the table, Joe couldn't help but wonder if this was all some kind of dream. Y/N was everything he had ever wanted in a woman, and the way she moved around the kitchen, serving him her delicious dinner, was enough to drive any man wild. They ate in silence at first, lost in their own thoughts, but eventually, they couldn't help but begin to talk. They talked about their lives, their families, their passions. And as they did, Joe felt a deep connection forming between them.

When dinner was finished, Y/N cleared the table and asked if he'd like some dessert. He nodded eagerly, his heart already racing with anticipation. She returned a moment later with a small platter bearing a decadent chocolate torte and two forks. As they sat down on the couch, she placed the platter between them and leaned in close, her breath tickling his ear. "This is my favorite dessert," she whispered. "I hope you like it."

Joe could feel the heat from her body as she sat so close to him, and the sweet aroma of the chocolate made his mouth water. He watched as she picked up her fork, the silverware clinking softly against each other, and took a small bite. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she chewed, and he found himself unable to look away.

When she finally offered him a bite, he took it greedily, their fingers brushing against each other as he brought the fork to his mouth. The chocolate melted on his tongue, releasing a rush of rich flavors that left him speechless. They ate in silence for a moment, savoring the sweetness and the intimacy of the moment.

"It's delicious," he finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "You really are an amazing cook." She smiled at him again, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "Thank you for enjoying it," she replied softly, her accent sending shivers down his spine.

The air between them felt charged with desire, and Joe knew that he couldn't resist her any longer. He reached out and took her hand in his, their fingers entwining as he leaned in to kiss her. She responded eagerly, her lips parting beneath his, and he felt the familiar heat of her breath as she moaned softly against his mouth. Their tongues danced together, a slow and sensual waltz that left him breathless.

As their kiss deepened, Y/N shifted in his lap, her body pressing against his. He could feel the softness of her breast against his chest, the warmth of her skin radiating through the thin fabric of her dress. His hands moved up to cup her face, his thumbs brushing across her cheekbones as he explored the contours of her jawline. She arched her back slightly, grinding her hips against him, and he knew that she wanted more.

He broke the kiss, needing air for a moment as he gazed into her eyes. They were bright with desire, and he could see the passion burning deep within her. "Tell me what you want," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Tell me what you need." She smiled at him, her lips curving into a wicked little smile. "I need you," she breathed, her fingers trailing down his chest, "to make love to me."

The words sent a shiver through him, and he leaned in to kiss her again, more roughly this time. His hands moved down her body, unbuttoning her dress and revealing her perfect skin beneath. She moaned as he explored her curves, and he felt her hands fumbling with his belt, unbuckling it and lowering his pants. He stood up, kicking off his shoes, and she climbed up onto her knees, straddling him.

The feel of her warm, wet folds against his erection sent a wave of desire coursing through him. He grasped her hips, pulling her down so that he could feel the full weight of her body on him. She arched her back, her breasts spilling free from her dress, and he reached up to cup one in his hand, rolling the hardened peak between his thumb and forefinger. She cried out, her head thrown back in ecstasy, and he could feel her body trembling beneath him.

He thrust upward, feeling the hot, tight grip of her body as she enveloped him, and the sensation was almost too much to bear. He could feel himself on the edge, ready to release, but he wanted this to last. He slowed his movements, taking his time, savoring the feel of her body moving against his. She looked down at him, her eyes half-closed, and smiled, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Oh, Joe," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the sound of their passionate lovemaking. "You feel so good."

He smiled back at her, feeling a sense of connection that went beyond anything he'd ever experienced before. He wanted this night to last forever, but as the tension built within him, he knew that it was only a matter of time before he lost control. With one final thrust, he felt the release wash over him, his body tensing as he emptied himself into her. She cried out his name, her body tensing around him in a wave of ecstasy, and as they came together in their shared climax, he knew that he had found something truly special.

They lay there for a moment, their chests heaving as they caught their breath. She leaned forward, her head resting on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this content, this at peace.

As their hearts slowed and their bodies cooled, they heard the faint sound of laughter from the living room. The party was still going strong, but for a moment, it seemed as if the world outside didn't exist. It was just the two of them, lost in each other's embrace. She turned her head to look up at him, her eyes filled with love and affection. "Thank you for the most wonderful evening," she whispered.

He smiled down at her, a lopsided grin that spoke of the happiness he felt. "You're welcome," he replied. "But really, I should be thanking you." She laughed softly, her breath tickling his skin. "Why is that?" she asked, her voice teasing. "Because you made me the happiest man alive tonight." His words were simple, but they carried the weight of truth. She leaned in, pressing her lips against his once more, a gentle kiss that sealed their connection for the night.

As the minutes ticked by, they lay there in silence, basking in the afterglow of their passion. Joe couldn't help but wonder where this night would lead them, but for now, he was content to enjoy the moment and the incredible woman who had shared it with him.

He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to get a better look at her. Her skin glowed in the soft light from the fireplace, and her hair spilled across the pillow like a waterfall of black silk. He traced his fingers along the curve of her jaw, feeling the gentle stubble against his skin. "You're beautiful," he whispered, and she blushed, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.

She reached up, entwining her fingers with his, giving his hand a squeeze. "Thank you," she said softly. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. It's... it's a little overwhelming." He smiled, feeling the warmth of her palm against his. "Don't worry," he reassured her. "I'm not going anywhere. I want to explore this with you, get to know you better."

Her eyes met his, and in them he saw a mix of hope and uncertainty. "You're serious?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "You don't just want this one night?" He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. "I've never been more serious about anything in my life," he whispered against her mouth. "I want to see where this goes. I want to see where you go."

She smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that lit up her entire face. "Then I think," she said, taking his hand and leading it lower, "we should go to bed." Together they climbed beneath the covers, their bodies tangled and entwined. As they lay there, she traced the lines of his face with her fingertips, as if committing every detail to memory. "I feel like I've known you for a lifetime," she murmured. "And yet, I also feel like there's so much more to learn."

He pulled her closer, burying his face in her neck. "I feel the same way," he confessed. "But I promise you, tonight was just the beginning. I'm not going anywhere." She sighed contentedly, her body relaxing against his. "Good," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Because I have a feeling this is going to be one hell of a ride." And as they drifted off to sleep, he knew she was right. This was just the beginning, and he couldn't wait to see where the journey would take them.

[sebscore]

okay, but can we have a driver!reader flirting with all of the wags and sweeping them off their feet and making all of the drivers do better cuz, well driver!reader is now the standard

BREAK UP WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND, I’M BORED

pairings: lando norris x driver!reader / luisinha barosa oliveira x driver!reader / alex albon x driver!reader / muni lily he x driver!reader

warnings: swearing. mention of being virgin. shameless flirting. return of the rumplestiltskin.

author’s note: my bestie coming through with the requests!! 🤗 I had so much fun writing this, like omg ! I hope everyone likes and let me know what you think of it!

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“Hi, there.” Y/N greeted the young woman as she entered the club bathroom.

The stranger glanced up in the mirror, surprised at the sudden greeting. “Oh, hi.” She smiled and went back to reapplying her make-up.

Y/N walked up to the sink next to her, grabbing some soap and washing her sticky hands from the alcohol that Charles had spilled on them. “I’ve never seen you here before, are you new in the city?”

The brunette carefully pulled her mascara wand away from her eyes, shyly looking at Y/N. “Uh, no, I’m just visiting for a few days.” The woman had a slight Portuguese accent to her English.

“Oh, cool,” she grinned in response, “I’m Y/N, btw.” The athlete introduced herself, confidently sticking out her freshly washed hand.

The, what she assumed, Portuguese beauty chuckled, but put her mascara wand down and shook her hand. “I’m Luisa.”

Luisa. The name sounded familiar for some reason, but she couldn’t place it and she also couldn’t recognize the woman from anywhere.

“Beautiful name,” Y/N smiled, wanting to make her at ease, “are you from Portugal, by any chance?” She leaned against the counter.

Luisa excitedly nodded her head. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I could tell by your accent.” She answered, softly laughing.

At her response, Luisa looked down in embarrassment. “Oh, no,” she put her hands over her face, “it’s really bad, I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize! It’s sexy.” Y/N tried to make her feel better by some old-fashioned flirting.

She could see the red blush through Luisa’s small layer of foundation. “Thank you.” She put a lost stray of hair behind her ear.

“You’re welcome,” Y/N smirked, liking where this was going, “so, what do you do? You have a job? You study?”

“I’m a fashion model.” The brunette started putting her make-up back in her small pouch.

As soon as Luisa wasn’t looking at the driver, Y/N swiftly checked the woman out. “I should’ve known.” She continued flirting. “I’m a race car driver.” Y/N told her, her eyes back to Luisa’s face.

Her newfound friend nervously chuckled. “Yeah, I know.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh shit, you know me? That’s cool.” She tilted her head to the side.

“Of course I know you, you’re a really good driver.” Luisa complimented her, her ears turning red now as well.

The effect Y/N had on the woman gave her a confidence boost. “Well, thank you,” the smirk on her face wasn’t leaving any time soon, “do I know you from somewhere? I recognize your name, but I can’t seem to place it.”

Luisa nodded her head, immediately understanding where Y/N might have heard her name. “Yeah, you, uh, race against my boyfriend.”

Her eyebrows furrowed at the answer. “I race against your boyfriend? Oh my god, who?” Y/N couldn’t understand how someone as beautiful as Luisa would be the girlfriend of one of her colleagues.

“Lando.”

“Lando? Lando Rumplestiltskin Norris?” The shock that went through her body was indescribable, she just did not understand how.

Luisa burst out in laughter at the nickname, recalling her boyfriend saying something about it. “Yes, that one.”

“Are you joking? Oh my god! Yes, you are Luisa!” The memory of when she eavesdropped on Lando and Carlos at one of the drivers briefing earlier that year coming back to her.

It didn’t take too long after that for Y/N to drag the poor woman out of the bathroom in search of the McLaren driver. “Norris!”

Lando turned around upon the sound of his name being called. He was surprised to see his friend holding hands with girlfriend. “Y/N!” He hadn’t seen her since the last race weekend.

“When were you gonna introduce me to this beauty?” Her and Lando had been friends since their early karting days, so she was a bit disappointed that he hadn’t mentioned his girlfriend to her.

Lando pulled Luisa to him, separating the women’s intertwined hands. “We haven’t been together for that long,” he explained, “I was gonna introduce you two at the next GP.”

“I’m very happy for you.” Y/N smiled at Lando, who seemed to appreciate her genuine tone. “Thanks, Y/N.”

She glanced at Luisa. “He’s been a virgin for 22 years, so I’m actually really relieved to see you.” Y/N told her, resulting in a laughing Luisa and an eye-rolling Lando.

“I’ll leave you two, but if you’re getting sick of him,” the female driver pulled her business car out of her small purse, “you can always give me a call.” She handed it over to the Portuguese woman with a wink, whose cheeks burned up again.

Lando gave her a light push. “Okay, bye now!”

“Oh, it’s the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the reason I wake up every day, the-“

“The girlfriend of Alex.”

“Whatever, Albono! Boyfriends are temporary anyway.” Y/N brushed Alex’s interruption off and hugged Lily upon their arrival at the paddock.

“How are you doing, my love?” Lily asked her, swaying the athlete from side-to-side in her arms.

Y/N laughed at Alex’s annoyance, the man crossing his arms. “I’m very good now that you’re here, darling.”

“I’m here as well, you know?” The Thai-British driver announced himself again, feigning offense at his friend’s lack of greeting towards him.

Y/N simply patted his arm. “Good morning, baby!” She teased him, referencing that one time Alex accidentally showed his text to Lily in an interview.

“Oh my god, you’re never gonna believe what happened!” Y/N spoke up, intriguing the couple as they took a step closer to her.

“Like two weeks ago? I was at a club with Charles and Charlotte, and I went to the bathroom and there was this pretty girl fixing her make-up, so I started flirting with her, you know?” She explained, matter-of-factly.

“And she was blushing and shit, so I was getting pretty confident and I introduced myself and she knew who I was!” Y/N gasped, getting Lily and Alex very immersed in her story.

“And she seemed familiar as well, I just couldn’t place her, you know? And suddenly she says that I race against her boyfriend!”

Lily gasped now as well, shocked at the turn of events. “OMG! Who?”

“Lando ‘No Pubes’ Norris.” Y/N answered through gritted teeth.

The couple widened their eyes, their hands covering their mouths as their jaws dropped. “No way! You were flirting with Lando’s girlfriend? Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!” Alex cackled, holding onto Lily for support.

Y/N slapped his shoulder. “Hey! I didn’t know she was his girlfriend and she seemed to be liking it.” She defended herself.

“What did you do when you found out?” Lily asked her, trying her hardest not to start cackling like her boyfriend.

Y/N grinned at the question. “Well, I did what any sane person would do,” she started off, “I gave her my business card.”

This time, Lily couldn’t hold herself in and dissolved in laughter and the couple hilariously tried to hold on to each other.

“Why do you still use those cards? You’ve had them for years.” Alex commented, finding it funny that the woman still gave out cards.

“To give to pretty women, Albono.” At the mention of pretty women, Y/N winked at Lily.

As soon as he noticed, Alex jokingly put his arm between the two of them. “Stop stealing our girlfriends!” He exclaimed.

Y/N made an advance to leave, figuring she should get herself ready for the race with her team. “NEVER!” She yelled over her shoulder.

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[skeletoninthemelonland]

Sorry for sending another ask so soon, but-

Don't be shy, spit the frog (italian way to say spill the tea)

I WANNA KNOWWWNWNFNGNG

okay i'm spilling some of the frogs, the tea, I WILL DESEMBUCHAR (word for spilling the truth in portuguese)

springtrap and bell (ballora) do know each other but from a certain distance (he's with the phantoms, and she belongs in the funtime crew). there's never this 'strange feeling' that they've met before because, literally... they never met!

the reason for them to be arguing a lot is due to remnant usage, whose importance is constantly brought up in the universe of BTC. springtrap uses them for his own selfish purposes, while bell is searching for more to help a friend stay active, amongst other reasons that involve the safety and entertainment of backstage residents.

bell is one of the very few bots that has directly confronted springtrap for his actions and usual mean behavior (sometimes on the same level of aggressiveness, other times a single glare is enough). she refuses to stay silent and reality downs on him that the stuff he's saying and doing is harming people.

they are basically the closest thing to human adults in this digitalized city of ghost children, with bell sacrificing a lot more of her time protecting those around her than springtrap (especially before they met)

bell is a chaotic, stubborn altruistic type paired up with self-destructive tendencies as a defense mechanism, considering she is painfully aware of her purpose as a child killing, remnant harvester robot. springtrap contrasts that part of her personality by being aloof, cautious and egocentric, and by pushing others away, acting as if the world revolves around his success in escaping UCN and becoming one with the entity. these contrasting traits often generate conflict, especially later on, when more secrets are revealed.

i like to think they help each other learn from their mistakes with this dumb, tom and jerry beef they have going on, but saying there's any hint of romantic love between them in the beginning feels objectively wrong (considering the amount of times springtrap has said hurtful and otherwise mean things to her).

both are competitive by nature. expect them to be counting how many remnants they caught in a single night.

the more they get to know each other the more they display their true selves, ofc. springtrap has a quieter, observant, genuinely concerned side where he listens instead of talking over people in that loud, cheeky and arrogant tone. bell seems to be a lot more of an anxious and impatient person, thoughts racing at all times and sometimes causing her to shut everyone out. black cat and orange cat behavior, respectively.

they often debate about human nature and the limits of artificial intelligence, and how they, two self-aware small pieces of a larger puzzle stuck in a digital dimension, fit inside these two labels. both are detached from either concepts, meanings losing importance the further they investigate. still, that doesn't stop them from displaying unwavering support whenever one is lost and afraid (works for both).

hand on shoulder, "are you alright?" glances, lending his cape, handmade gifts and favors. springtrap doesn't know how to be comforting, but he makes an effort.

he's more comfortable being secretive and working behind the curtains. events like claw machines suddenly functioning again, entire stages being repaired in a single night, random input of remnants in the electrical system, abandoned areas appearing tidy and organized... (they still wonder who's behind it all...)

when bell first showed up at the workshop for a simple repairs session, he took off her illusion disks and disabled the part of her programming that submitted to William Afton's orders. with that, the entity lost influence over her actions, and as a consequential effect, her eyes glow a bright yellow color, instead of the usual pink/purple hue.

compliments (lots of them), getting excited over the other's achievements, eagerly asking about their favorite topics. bell is that "saw this meme and thought of you" type of person.

scolding. both scold each other all the time. scolding as in "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING" and "oh wow that's the greatest idea you've ever had. i'm surprised we aren't dead because of your absolute GENIUS of a plan (/loudly sarcastic)"