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Just a blurb because we won. Slightly +18 at the ending because I'm a bit unhinged today. Let's gooooo 🇧🇷

- Soap pre-gaming by doing shots and painting his face, unaware of reader lurking in the shadows, face all green and yellow, Brazil jersey on, carrying a bunch of Brazilian flags to place it everywhere on the rec room

- Reader absolutely bringing Brazilian food so the others can have a taste of what it is to be a Brazilian when the national team is playing. There's paçoca, pastel de queijo, coxinha, pudim and lots of cold beer served in copo americano. Kyle is absolutely diving on the pudim. Soap is reluctantly in love with coxinha, but by the end of the night he ate almost the full tray.

- Soap singing his national anthem at the top of his lungs, reader not wanting to feel behind just scream cries Brazil's national anthem even louder than him. Ghost considered retiring right there, rolling his eyes at the screaming match.

- When the Brazilian team scores the first goal, reader just jumps all over the room, screaming Vini Jr's name like a possessed being and saying Brazil is going to walk over Scotland. Soap is pouting like a little kid. "Shu' up, lass. It's not even ten minutes in", he says, and starts cheering like he is motivating his team.

- When Brazil's second goal was disallowed, Soap laughed at reader's face. Reader just threw a paçoca inside his mouth. "Excuse me, how many times Scotland won the world championship?" reader scoffed. A few minutes later, Brazil scored again, valid this time, and reader tackled Soap to the ground, laughing at his face, "What did you say again?".

- By the time Brazil scored the third goal, Soap was in an awful sour mood, his comfort being the tray of coxinhas that reader made. While he pouted on the couch, reader was jumping around the room, singing and screaming. "É, em 58 foi Pelé! Em 62 foi o Mané! Em 70 o esquadrão..."

- After Kyle, John and Simon left them alone, reader just took the tray from Soap's hand. "Don't be a sore loser, Johnny baby. It's just a game.", reader smiled, going to sit on his lap, their fingers working Johnny's pout until he was giving a little smile, "much better, love"

- Johnny's eyes turning black the second his arms crossed around reader's waist. "I think it's my time to score now", he smirked.

- Johnny pounding reader within an inch of their life, and just out of spite making reader recite the years Brazil won the world cup, an orgasm for each title.

- He was still being a little salty by the defeat, so he purposefully came all over reader's jersey. Reader almost threw him off the window, mad that he stained their brand new shirt. He just smiled, "who said Scotland didn't scored against Brazil?"

- By the time Soap finished with reader, he slapped their ass three times, "one for each goal your little team scored, now your legs sure feel weaker than Neymar's" he laughed, reader didn't. Reader threw a paçoca at his head.

Just because BraSil had won:

His tongue was already exhausted, his fingers cramped, and his cock hard enough to burst—though the rubber ring around it kept him from reaching his sweet release.

She tugged the leash again, a warning that he’d lost his rhythm. Johnny groaned in a mix of pleasure and pain, and went back to spelling out "victory" against his wife's pussy. Already heading toward her fourth orgasm of the night, she laughed with a pleasure that was wicked and delicious all at once.

"Bonnie, please…"

"Why are you whining? You lost, Johnny. Now you know the consequences. Back to work, puppy." She gave another sharp tug on the leash fastened around his neck. The "Bad Boy" tag swung, catching the light in the room.

"I'm never making a bet with you again," he muttered under his breath so she wouldn't hear. With his mouth against her pussy, his tongue could still taste the last orgasm and the new one fast approaching.

"What was that you said? Oh… That's better!" He immediately sucked hard on her swollen clitoris, feeling his wife's legs trembling around his head. "Oh, JOHNNY!!" She came again. And although at any other time he would have been happy about it, in that moment Johnny didn't even sigh; after all, he knew it wasn't over yet.

And once again that night, Johnny learned that besides never watching soccer with his wife again, he shouldn't make bets either. Because that night, he was forbidden from cumming, and she was the one in charge.

Why, you might be asking?

for the football match between BraSil and Scotland.

And yes, *Brasil* with an 'S', because it's BRASIL!!!! and not *Brazil*.

I mean, just picture Johnny's Brazilian wife split in half the house perfectly: the Brazilian side decorated with green and yellow flags, soccer player plushies on the sofa, vuvuzelas at the ready, half-green-and-yellow wigs, face paint, and, of course, a huge Brazilian flag.

And the Scotland side? That’s Johnny sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed and a sulky look on his face because he’s been put in time-out for crossing the line and invading Brazil’s side.

When the guests arrived, she was the one who opened the door—since the door was on the Brazil side.

"Which team are you rooting for?" she asked before letting Simon, Kyle, or John in.

"Scotland," Simon replied.

"You come in through the side window. And you two?" Seeing the serious look on Johnny's wife—her face painted green and yellow and a colorful wig on her head—Kyle and John knew better than to give any answer other than the right one: Brazil.

"You guys can come in!" she replied, pulling them both inside and leading them to the sofa.

She sat down, grabbed one of the appetizers she’d made, and began eating eagerly while watching the pre-game show. Simon had finally managed to climb in through the small side window and took his seat next to Johnny.

"Do you guys want some?" John and Kyle eagerly grabbed the appetizer, still a little startled by her enthusiasm.

"Can I have one, my love?" Johnny asked hopefully.

"I don't talk to traitors," she replied, and when he dared to try and swipe a piece of the food, she gave his hand the ultimate grandma-style smack.

"Traitor?! I'm Scottish!" Johnny replied, and she ignored him.

"And you'll go back to being my beloved husband once we win this game! Until then, I'm not talking to the opponent. It brings bad luck."

"I didn't even know you liked soccer that much." Kyle commented

"I'm not that big of a fan, but this isn't soccer. THIS IS THE WORLD CUP AND MY COUNTRY IS GOING TO BE SIX-TIME CHAMPIONS!!!!" She spoke, getting a little excited.

"Bonnie, please... Sit down." Johnny asked, and even though she ignored him, she did it. "If you think this is bad... Wait until the first goal."

The game started, and just as Johnny had warned: things got worse.

Let's just say they would never arrange to watch a game at his place again. NEVER.

(please understand that this is just in the spirit of the World Cup, and I hold no hatred toward Scotland!)

GO GET ‘EM CLAIRE!!

I just couldn’t stop about R9 crew happy to announce Re Veronica remake, like yeah that’s our mom look at herrrr

I remembered Grace VA saying she loves Claire and all 😭 and I feel that both would get along so much!! Welcome back mother everyone was hungry and waiting for u