This is the closest to suicide I've been in a long time. A really long time. It just never stops. The problems, the bills, my fucking head. The moneys never enough, the effort is never enough. Me. I'm never enough. Im sitting stuck in thoughts of what if this and I wish that. And I've been drowning for a long time now. And for the first time i feel like I can put and end to all this. everything is going to be better without me so it's stupid to keep fighting and keep drowning just to please people that don't even care.
Dont kill yourself today cause no one else will finish that chicken off in the fridge, don't kill yourself today cause I know for a fact that Starbucks is introducing a new frapuccino sometime next month, yes your mother will miss you, yes your bully will make a sappy Facebook post about what a wonderful person you were, yes suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem, but you know that, you've known that, anyone and everyone has been shoving that down your throat since you first learned what the word suicide meant, those slogans might have lost their meaning but anything that keeps you alive is worth saying, so don't kill yourself until you finish your shampoo and conditioner at the same time, don't kill yourself until doctor who is finally cancelled, don't kill yourself until you tell someone your best pasta recipe, don't kill yourself because I will keep coming up with more reasons and I need you to hear all of them, don't kill yourself, I love you, your important, it's a bad day not a bad life, there is more to this, the world will keep spinning on its axis without you but think of all the sunrises you'll miss, think of all the tears you'll never shed, think of all the celebrity Twitter fights, all the puppies and goldfish, think of all the sunflowers and frozen yoghurt flavours, I know this sounds pointless, when your sitting in front of everything deadly you own and revising your goodbyes, there will be to much darkness to see anything else, but this is not about seeing anything else, this is about turning off the lights, this is about finding the bed sheets instead of the noose, this is about giving yourself one more day, even if it takes 10,000 of those one more mornings before you get to I can't wait for tomorrow, this is about staying alive because it's pumpkin season, this is about staying alive because you never really learned how to make gnocchi, this is about staying alive because the future is coming, and it is ready for you, I don't need you to see it, I just need you to believe that you can make it till then. Thank you.
⋆*·ﾟa clash to keep her ... misa x reader (& zecira x reader)
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when there's a familiar face amongst your opponents in today's match, misa's insecurities get the best of her and she fears she might have to step up her game for you to want to keep her forever.
or: a pouting misa being jealous of fellow goalie, zećira mušović, one of your closest friends and presumed ex.
as requested
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Misa was very aware of the eyes on her as she walked onto the pitch for her pre-match warmup, people already calling out her name to hopefully get a reaction. She smiled towards the stands, hoping it had been directed to at least some of those who’d called out for her. People were slowly starting to find their seats in the arena, their chatter white noise together with the upbeat music softly echoing all around her. Today was another match day, one which Misa had set her eyes on ever since their opponent had been announced. Sweden was a strong national team, often landing quarter and half finals in tournaments and home to some key players to various clubs around Europe. She’d played a fair amount with Jakobsson at Real Madrid for a while, and Olofsson was one of her current teammates. She knew not to underestimate them, and that was exactly why she put her mind back into focus as soon as her cleats dug into the grass beneath her feet. She’d been put on the starting eleven, right at the top as number one, of course. It felt great knowing she could play another match, but that feeling was nothing compared to knowing she’d share the pitch with you, her girlfriend.
Though she’d gotten to know you little by little each time national camp had rolled around, the spark hadn’t properly ignited until a few weeks ago. Things were fresh, new, exciting and nervous, and Misa lapped every feeling up, having never felt like such a hopeless fool in love. It had been as strange as it had been fun to discover this new side to her, but she loved letting the feeling lead her even more each time her romantic gestures or surprises would earn her a smile from you. The way you would look at her, hold her and care for her had been nothing short of euphoric and if this lovey-dovey feeling would last, she desperately wished she could keep you around for a lifetime.
Misa approached the goal, gave the pole a good rattle and jumped up to hit the bar. This was her stage tonight and damn would she give a performance if she could. She took a few big sips of her bottle before throwing it beside the post, grabbing the gloves she’d secured behind her waistband and put them on. This was routine for her, and she should’ve acted on autopilot, but there was something different this time around.
Her eyes kept glancing at the tunnel, waiting, longing... and it distracted her, that much was clear. Even onlookers could see her staring at something invisible on the side of the pitch, but those who didn’t know why, thought nothing of it.
Misa had wanted to wait and walk out together, but you were going to take longer than usual and she needed to warmup with some of the strikers. You were getting taped up, your ankle still a vulnerable spot after the injury you’d gotten three months ago at your club. It had been nothing too serious, just a light sprain, but still, you knew to be careful with your body. It was always exciting to play a match, even if your current national team situation had taken that drive and enthusiasm down a couple of notches. Still, it was an honour to play the sport you loved most and to see people from all ages come together for the same reasons. Playing for both club and country had taken you to quite some countries throughout your career so far, and it had left you making friends from all over. Some teammates felt more like colleagues than friends, but those who you’d gotten close to, would always have a special place in your heart, no matter if you still played with them or not. It was why you were even more excited for the match ahead as you tied up your cleats, humming along to one of the songs that was playing in the locker room to keep the energy high.
There were a couple of familiar faces in the opposing team for you today— Kaneryd, Björn and Eriksson for example. But the one face you’d missed most was that of Zećira Mušović. You’d been contracted by Chelsea during the same transfer window as Zećira, and, as the new girls on the team, you had stuck to each other like glue. You’d been assigned a flat in the same building by the club, so carpooling had been a given from the get-go. She’d also helped you remove the hideous floral wallpaper all around your flat and in return, you had helped her carry all the furniture she’d bought at Ikea that day inside, her country’s trusted store even helping her out overseas. It had both come paired with loads of cursing in Spanish and Swedish though, but had ended in sighs of exhaustion and laughter. She’d knocked on your door the day after, a packet of her favourite Kafferep’s in her hand which she’d put in her bag to hand out as an introduction gift to everyone. A thing she had held onto after that, because each time she’d come back from Sweden, she had a new packet of cookies with your name on it in her suitcase. You’d invited her in and emptied the entire packet with some tea, to immerse yourselves to the English culture, and watched a match on your laptop, since your TV still hadn’t arrived. Zećira was fun, caring, easygoing and between your initial trouble speaking English and her laidback nature, your friendship worked like a charm.
It had been hard to move away from your familiarities for the first time in your life, having to adjust to a culture, country and language you didn’t know much of, but it had been easier to do while having a friend around, someone who could relate. She learned to understand your Spanglish and was one of the few who could pinch through your accent. It had helped pull you out of our shell, which in return had introduced you to the goofy side your friend had.
You discovered London together on days off, tried cafe’s and restaurants and binged every new show Netflix would put out. The Chelsea girls had quickly turned to calling the two of you Biggy and Smallz, in which you were obviously Smallz next to the tall tower that Zećira was. Still, you were not to be underestimated with your fiery nature on the field. You were a defending tower of your own when it came to your play, always stopping an attack or cheekily sneaking away the ball from someone's feet whenever you could. Having you play close to her had strengthened Zećira’s backline, making sure her wall extended to the group of defenders you were part of. Playing at Chelsea had ended up being one of the best experiences of your life. It had opened doors for you, if not career-wise, then definitely when it came to your personal life. You had been in your early twenties, afraid you’d missed out on a best friend after having focused so hard on football, but there she’d been, entering your life fashionably late but with Kafferep’s to make up for it. After your contract had ended and you’d felt the need to freshen things up and start somewhere new, and maybe play a little closer to home again, you’d been surprised by how well you’d kept in touch. It hadn't ever been that easy with other ex-teammates. Things would fade out eventually, you presumed, like it always would. Then again, Zećira wasn't just any teammate. You didn’t live in the same flat anymore, nor did you see each other every month, but Zećira never missed an important date, and she could always expect to wake up to a congratulatory message whenever she’d played a good match.
You hadn’t seen her in a while, which was the reason behind the pep in your step as you walked out of the locker room and saw a couple of yellow jerseys pass you. Your eyes looked around, hoping to find the red of your best friend’s goalie kit as you walked out the tunnel and onto the pitch, immediately feeling your cheeks dust with pink as people called out your name. It would never feel normal, which was exactly why you cherished it so much. The arena was slowly filling up, so you deemed it enough time to at least take a picture with the adorable kid waving your jersey in one hand and a marker in the other. The way his eyes lit up and widened in size as he saw you approach, made a wide grin of your own break out. He was too shocked at the entire thing to answer your questions whether he was excited or ready to cheer. You lovingly put a hand on his shoulder when he started to ramble to you about having your Chelsea Home and Away jersey as well as your current club’s, and that he’d watched the last national match with his teammates. A few pictures were in order after that, obviously, but you gently excused yourself as the arena filled up more, not wanting to throw a spanner in your warm up routine. But as you jumped down from the barrier, two gloved hands held your elbows to soften your landing.
“Hej, litet.”
You would recognise that Swedish twang out of a thousand.
Zećira looked down at you, eyes squeezed shut as her expression was one of pure joy. You squealed almost immediately, jumping into the arms that were already beckoning you into them. She pulled you to stand on your tippy toes as you hugged, and as she kept laughing, you couldn’t help but join her.
“What are you doing here?” She rose an eyebrow, feeling playful.
“I was trying to find the nearest tube station, but I don’t know how I ended up here.” You motioned around you, then at your kit, “Think I’ll just commit to it now.”
She rolled her eyes at you, immediately catching onto the reference from when you’d ended up getting lost in London’s web of metro lines. Each time you'd taken one and submerged from the Underground only to find out you were in the wrong distract, again, you'd laughed before descending the stairs and taking another one. You'd eventually found your way back to your flat, but the sun had set already and your bank account had been a couple of pounds lighter from all the unnecessary travelling. It was safe to say that you had tried to evade London's maze of metro lines as much as you could after that.
“Though, making sense of that tube map didn't take me as long to figure out than that gibberish you spoke to me in those first few weeks.”
She groaned and held her arm when you didn’t hold back and punched her, the pounding of your fist loud against her skin. She rubbed the spot, but it didn't make the mischief in her eyes disappear, “Ai-” She laughed, then pushed against your shoulder, letting you stumble back a step, but her eyes widened and her hands immediately pulled you towards her when you almost fell over the stack of practice cones behind you.
“Are you trying to get us down to ten players already?” You huffed out playfully, watching as she grinned again.
“Worth a try, but, hey, listen-” She put her hand in front of her mouth, voice turning to a whisper, “I have something for you, but only after the game. Kolakakor,“ She added as she watched your reaction.
You beamed at her, “You brought me cookies?! How did you even know I’d make it onto the roster this camp?”
Zećira shrugged, big gloved hands squeezing together as she answered nonchalantly, “I had a feeling. How’s the ankle?”
You pushed out your leg, turned it and twirled your ankle around, as if you were Cinderella showing off her glass slipper.
“Wow, you need new cleats.”
“And you need new gloves. Hell, Zeći, I can smell them from here.”
A playful glint appeared in her eyes, “Yeah, you can? How do they smell from here?” She pulled you into a headlock with one arm, the other moving close to your face as she planted a quick kiss on your hair.
“Smallz!” You heard a voice and matched it to Johanna, Kaneryd, and felt two slender arms join the huddle and trap you further into Zećira’s chest.
“Jojo! Don’t team up, help me!”
You heard the two Swedes laugh.
“Sorry, tonight you’re the opponent.” Johanna giggled, rubbing your back and smiling at you through Zećira’s hold as she waved goodbye to do some drills of her own. “We’ll catch up after we win!” She winked at you from over her shoulder.
“So, like, maybe in a couple of years, then?”
Johanna rolled her eyes and waved you off.
You sensed Zećira was slowly letting go and decided to seize the moment. Immediately, she pulled you tighter against her tall body, engulfing you, when she realised you were trying to flee.
“Let go or-”
“-or you’ll send your girlfriend after me?”
“They’re filming us, I can’t have them see me weak!”
"Let them film! Let them see the true you!" She laughed, knowing clips of your interaction would probably end up in multiple edits again. Oh, they couldn't be more wrong about the two of you.
Zećira rolled her eyes when you yelped. She let you go, watching in amusement as you let out an annoyed gruff while touching the hair she’d messed up and you’d spent so long perfecting in the mirror.
“So, tell me, how is the girlfriend?” She teased, poking at you before you playfully slapped her hand away. But before you could reply, you heard the staff call out for you and watched the last of your teammates walk onto the pitch.
“Raincheck?”
“Gotcha.” She winked, accepting your hug and watching you run to your side of the pitch to start your warmups, the smile not leaving her face.
Meanwhile, from under her goalpost, Misa had turned into a sour pouting mess.
She had perked up upon seeing you enter the pitch, had then watched with a soft smile as you interacted with the child, but had then felt her stomach drop when you didn’t come up to her, but was swooped away by her instead. She had watched the woman sling her arm around your torso and had watched her plant the softest kiss on your head. She had watched how you scrunched your nose and let her hold you, had seen the two of you laugh and play. Misa absentmindedly juggled the ball from one hand to the other, eyes zeroing in on the entire encounter, no longer focused on warming up with her teammates. She let out a groan as a ball hit her thigh, whoever had shot it not wanting to go easy on her. With furrowed brows, Misa turned to the presumed perpetrator, seeing a grinning Jenni giving her a look, hands on her hips in challenge.
“Next time I’ll aim for your head, idiota,” She stopped the ball Misa had rolled back towards her, giving the girl some time to walk back to her goal.
“Shut up, or I’ll come for your fucking ankles, Jennifer.” She huffed, eyes furrowed and expression mirroring her feelings.
Jenni whistled, amused at how her friend had changed from focused and happy to play, to a jumble of sadness and annoyance, “Oh, do you say your prayers with that same dirty mouth?” Jenni glanced behind her, following Misa’s line of sight, face immediately breaking out into a bigger grin as she realised what was going on.
“I think you should go for her ankles instead.”
“Her hands, more like.” Misa mumbled out.
Jenni rolled her eyes, “You’re adorable, right now, you know that?”
The rage and offence on Misa’s face made Jenni only laugh louder.
“That’s only further proving my point.”
Misa pretended to kick the ball in front of her as hard as she could, only stopping last-minute, making Jenni shield herself and her laughter behind her arms for the shot that never followed.
“Oye, she’s bullying me-” Jenni’s voice bellowed across the field, catching the attention of multiple people standing around. No one reacted, knowing better after seeing the clownish grin on Jenni’s face.
“Just go up to her,” Jenni shrugged after Misa had blocked one of her shots and passed the ball back to her, “Stake your claim. Show her which goalie she should keep closer.”
“I don’t want to be that pathetic overly jealous new girlfriend and already scare her away."
"But you are the over jealous new girlfriend. At least, right now, you are."
Jenni took another few shots at the goal, sensing how Misa was losing her drive and concentration by the second.
"Then how about you go and be the confident girlfriend instead? Shake her hand, introduce yourself, show that you aren't afraid."
Misa only huffed, "You know that will only make me look even more jealous and protective, right? If I let her do her thing, it shows I have confidence in us and that I trust her. Which I do. I just don't trust her." She nudged her chin to the side of the pitch, where the two of you were still talking.
"Sure, you really ooze confidence right now," Jenni rolled her eyes, "I think you're giving way too much power to some stupid rumour, Misa."
"Well, I still don't want everyone to film the entire thing and put online how pathetic I am."
"Oh, so you'd rather have them film them now and give the internet the impression that they're girlfriends who are reuniting after some time apart?"
If looks could kill, Jenni would be buried in the earth beneath her feet right about now. Misa kicked the ball with pure intent to hurt, but Jenni only jumped aside, taking another ball lying nearby to kick back instead.
"She seems busy. And happy.”
“Busy and happy being smothered by someone other than you, you mean?” Jenni chuckled, “At least she has a type— broody brunettes with big hands and bushy eyebrows.”
Misa’s eyes flitted to you again, watching how your friend caught you from falling over with such tender care, it hurt her heart. Your relationship was so fresh that you hadn’t even had the ex-partners talk. You had yet to exchange awkward stories or reminisce on past heartbreaks. She hated it now, as she watched you and Zećira fall in easy conversation together, wondering if there’d been something between the two of you at some point like the gossips online had said. She'd seen the countless pictures and edits of the two of you on your tagged page. She shook her head, willing the thoughts away.
Though she was already falling fast and hard for you, she had yet to get to know everything about you. It often made her nervous about how deeply she was already falling in love with you. If she was feeling like this after this short amount of time, she didn't want to know the romantic fool she'd be within the next year. But right now, she hated how she knew that the Swede knew you better, while she was supposed to be the one to know you the best. Her heart sank to the pit of her stomach as a wave of insecurity suddenly washed over her. She’d stopped watching the two of you talk entirely as she’d seen the ease of which your conversation flowed, kicking the ball back to Jenni.
Your eyes finally found Misa’s as you approached them not long after. A shy smile accompanied with the most adorable wave was sent her way, turning Misa from a scowling grump into a pouting lovestruck fool. Her face softened immediately and she waved her gloved hand back at you.
“Misa and Y/N, sitting in a tree-”
Jenni dodged the ball being thrown at her.
“Say it louder and the entire arena will hear, why don’t you?”
“Sorry,” Jenni retreated, knowing she was one of the lucky few to already know about your relationship. Not as if the entire team hadn't already been gossiping though...
You jogged over, face bright and extra cheerful, but glowered playfully when Ona pulled you back by the hem of your jersey, redirecting your focus from your girlfriend to getting your body warmed up for the match. Misa had to make do with the apologetic smile you sent her, but a grin and thumbs up from her stopped you from feeling bad at the prickly pout on her face.
Minutes later, she stood in line at the kick-off, face stoic as she rushed passed and quickly shook every Swede's hand, making sure to squeeze a little tighter when glove met glove at the start of the line.
Misa liked how she had you close as soon as the match started, the red jersey with your name in yellow lettering never too far out of her sight. When the ball was on the Swedish side of the pitch and nowhere near her goal, she could feel her thoughts wander. But the worries and insecurities never lingered long when the Swedes swiped the ball back.
As the halftime whistle sounded and her stomach fluttered when she watched you wait for her to catch up to walk off the pitch together. But with the game still on the forefront of both your minds and your mind and body still reeling with adrenaline, there was no time to dwell on anything else but how to remain your advantage and up the score in the second half.
She sat down in her cubby, took quick gulps of her bottle and looked for you, realising your eyes were already on her as you wiped at your hairline with a towel. With her intense and focused gaze directed at your flushed face, she realised it reminded her of something. It seemed your mind went to the same place as she saw your expression change, your focus swaying ever so slightly. Misa swallowed and wiped her chin with the back of her hand, then gestured the bottle to you from across the room. You approached, your cleats tapping against the floor, and stood in front of her, looking down at her as you drank from her bottle. Misa’s arm wrapped around your legs, pulling you to stand against her as you all turned to listen to the new tactic being explained. Her strong hold and the soft yet dominant show of her love for you sent you reeling, but you distracted yourself by taking another few sips. You had always been touchy, hell, the entire national team was pretty comfortable and touchy with each other, something some of your club teammates had playfully blamed your culture for. But that meant that none of your teammates batted an eye at the physical contact the two of you exchanged. Well, you thought they didn't.
You wanted to give the bottle back to Misa so she could finish it, but she gently pushed it back towards you with a gentle smile on her face, ushering you to empty it. Of course it would go against Misa’s nature to not put you first place. You leaned against her, hand resting on her shoulder as she welcomed your touch by pulling you in to stand even closer.
“How’s your ankle?” She softly whispered to not interrupt the talk.
You smiled reassuringly, “Good so far, don’t worry,”
As you listened how your practiced tactic was explained again to refresh your minds, your thoughts wandered off to how your Swedish friends were on the other side of the wall, discussing how to have you lose. Football was a funny sport, you realised— it was one that had helped you make a plethora of friends both among your national teammates and your club ones. No matter the match, there were always friends, connections and familiar faces. But on the pitch, the faces blurred and all you had eyes for was the ball they were trying to sneak passed you. You were used to playing against friends, but they were opponents on the pitch. After all, each match was just that— another match. What happened on the pitch, stayed there as well. Badmouthing, harsh shoves and nasty looks would all be laughed at afterwards.
A soft tap on your hip and the cacophony of cleats beating against the floor snapped you out of it. That, including the kiss you felt against your temple. Misa stood up, grabbed your hand and guided you out with her, back into the tunnel. A crowd of red and yellow jerseys gathered quickly, waiting for the ref to give the green light to walk back out onto the pitch. But you felt your girlfriend squeeze the living hell out of your hand the second a different shade of red flashed through your peripheral. You turned your head and watched as your friend and girlfriend locked eyes for the first time.
Zećira narrowed her eyes. Her face was pure focus and enmity. Immediately you turned to Misa, who straightened her back ever so slightly to try and gain some length on your tall friend. Misa’s face was set in stone— hard and hostile. Your eyes flitted back to your Swedish friend, feeling surprised and shocked at the interaction between the two, all while your girlfriend still squeezed your hand as if her life depended on it.
The Swedish goalkeeper then dipped her head in silent understanding and respect, something Misa reciprocated, but only after tilting her head and analysing the woman’s sincerity first.
The shrill sound of the ref’s whistle echoed around you, and off you all went again. Still, you couldn’t quite brush off the encounter you’d just witnessed. You had wanted to introduce the two to each other after the match, seeing as they were both important people in your life. You knew Zećira would suss out Misa first, wanting her judgements of your girlfriend to be based on her own experience, and not by your lovestruck and biased gushing. And you definitely knew Misa would at least be a little aloof and cautious, stemmed from her protectiveness over you, especially when meeting new people. But to have it go this way… you hadn’t expected it. You didn’t want to have to step into the role of mediator between your best friend and your girlfriend. The prospect of how this could further play out worried you.
As the game commenced, you kept muttering silent prayers, hoping that it had just been the adrenaline and rivalry that had fuelled the encounter between them. Like how you’d almost sent Magda plummeting to the ground during a corner kick just now and how you’d yelled at each other, but how you'd also know she would brush it off after the game with a smile.
She squared up to you, getting in your face, and as you felt Alexia’s and Irene’s hands tugging you away from the confrontation, your eyes flashed to those of Zećira who was tightly clutching the ball against her chest, watching it unfold in front of her. She seemed to say something to Magda in Swedish, something that made the woman retreat with a huff and a nasty look directed your way. Zećira's eyes didn't find yours again, and you hated it. You wanted her to look at you so you could try and read her eyes and confirm that your worries had been false, that your friend’s head had been in the game back in the tunnel, and that it had been the reason why her usual giddy smile hadn’t appeared.
You’d even glanced back towards Misa a couple of times during the rest of the game, only to see her so wrapped up in it, that you knew it was useless to try and find your answers while you were still playing.
At 95 minutes, the whistle sounded through the arena. Spain had won with one to nil, but just barely. Sweden had been a tough opponent today. They’d made you run in circles and try and lure you out, but you had stuck to the initial plan. The backline had been unwavering today, with Misa being the theoretical end boss waiting for them in the goal on the rare occasion they did pass through you all. The score could have been higher, had Zećira not been in the way the entire time. Granted, that was her job on the pitch, but still.
As you waved and clapped in gratefulness in response to the chants and cheers, your feet led you to the dreaded and inevitable moment that had filled you with worries for the past fifty minutes.
You met your girlfriend halfway as she’d already walked up to you and decided it was probably best to at least get rid of some of her adrenaline by signing stuff and chatting with fans. Then afterwards, you two could wind down in the locker room, freshen up, and hopefully the emotions would be dwindled enough so that Misa and Zećira could properly meet each other with rationality and a clear mind.
You kept glancing over to your girlfriend every now and then in between photos. You noticed how she always knew when to answer your glances. That, or maybe she'd been staring all along. But there seemed nothing off about her behaviour, or the look in her eyes, not right now at least.
With your hand on her lower back, you leaned in so that she could hear you over the noise, “I’m going back in to check with physio, you finish up.”
Misa glanced at your face over her shoulder. You saw the thought in her eyes before she could open her mouth, “I’ll be fine, mi cielita, it doesn’t hurt, it’s just precautionary.”
You knew there were eyes and phones on you, so you played it off friendly and disappeared off the field.
After getting the all-clear from physio, you walked to the locker room. It was quietly buzzing inside, everyone winding down in their own way. Some girls were chatting or sitting by themselves and scrolling through their phone, some were showering or listening to music and then… there were the gossips. Of course, it was all fun and games and only ever ended in fits of giggles. You had to admit that you often even enjoyed listening in or adding a comment or two of your own. All innocent amusement, of course.
You could hear them mutter amongst each other, but your ears perked the second you heard your girlfriend’s name enter their conversation.
“-at Misa? Did you see the way she was before the match?”
“With Jenni?”
“Yeah, but also before that?”
“Why?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look both so distraught and prickly at the same time.”
“It's Misa."
"Yeah but, did you really not see the pout on her face the entire time?”
“Uh, I’m sorry if I was busy making sure to warm up instead of diving headfirst into another injury.”
“You always miss out on these things-”
“-no, I don’t, because I have you three to keep me up to date, don’t I?”
“I’m pretty sure I know why she was like that though because when-”
You pretended to busy yourself by undressing, carefully placing your stuff in the cubby behind you. Their voices turned to a hushed whisper you could no longer hear from your side of the locker room, and when you looked up to see if they had perhaps stopped talking altogether, you saw four sets of eyes already on you.
They all quickly looked away, not realising you had caught their entire conversation, too. They went back to their whispers and glances but fell silent when Misa walked into the locker room.
Misa pulled her hair out of her bun, aimlessly threw her gloves in her cubby and forcefully started to tear the tape off her hands, not even wincing as it pulled at her flesh. You watched as they watched, Misa only adding substance to their gossiping with the moody frown on her face as she sat down, legs sticking out and head falling back against her locker. Her behaviour stuck out like a sore thumb after the match she had just played. There was no need to look this sullen after having stopped attempt after attempt from the Swedish side. They’d won. She hadn’t conceded a single goal, and it had not been out of lack of trying on the opposing side. It was obvious that something else was going on.
Their eyes flitted back to you, clearly seeing if you would act on it. It was as if Misa’s mind linked with theirs momentarily as her eyes found yours and she opened one of her arms, a silent request for you to keep her company.
“What’s wrong?” Alexia’s gentle voice wondered, stopping you in your tracks and making you readjust the straps of your sports bra to pretend you hadn’t just meant to walk over to Misa.
Misa looked up at her friend, shrugged, and kicked off her cleats.
“Well, that’s not reassuring,” Alexia sat down beside her, observing her quietly, “You’re being weird.”
Misa grumbled, “Weird how?”
“You haven’t said a word ever since leaving the locker room a few hours ago. And you’re brooding.” She added.
“I’m not-”
Alexia gave her a look, rose her eyebrows and signalled to Misa’s face, who immediately rubbed the frown off it and wiped the pout away.
You met Alexia’s eyes momentarily as your Capitana leaned in, whispering, “If you want to be lowkey about it… you’re doing an awful job so far, amiga.”
You felt their eyes on you and didn’t want to make things too obvious. So, you grabbed your toiletries and left for the showers, feeling one particular set of eyes burn in the back of your head as you walked away from her.
Misa walked in not long after, locking eyes with you as you rinsed the shampoo out of your hair. Her body moved behind the blurred glass panel between you.
“Misa?”
Her head popped around your panel before her name had so much rolled off your tongue, as if she had been desperately waiting for you to call out for her. You smiled and wiped the soapy foam across her eyebrows away before it could drip into her eyes.
You then leaned in, pinching her chin between thumb and finger to pull her closer, and planted a chaste kiss on her wet lips. Her hand immediately rested on the curve of your hip and she leaned in for another one. You felt her melt into it, deepening it, tongue colliding with yours in a sensual kiss. You both ignored how the risk was high that one of your teammates could walk in. You pulled back and snuck another quick kiss against her lips. You scrunched your nose, hand sliding to cup her cheek instead, “I really like you,” You winked playfully and gave her a soft slap against her cheek, then turned around to continue your shower routine.
Her eyes still watched as the water fell around you and onto your skin. The water pelting down, the steam and the smell of your lovely conditioner masking the entire room made the entire thing that more intoxicating.
“You’re waisting water, cielita.” You tutted.
She chuckled lowly at your tone before turning back to her shower.
Then, you heard knocking against the panel beside you and you watched as a heart appeared on the fogged panel. Next, an I and a 2 appeared on either sides of the heart. The adorable message immediately turned your insides to mush. With your relationship still fairly new, you were still in the giddy phase where lingering touches could make you blush. You were still discovering little things about her. Silly little things, like how it felt to have the weight of her hands on your hips and how that would make your heart beat faster, how the butterflies in your stomach would go insane when she looked at you in a way she hadn’t before, or when you learned something new that could make her smile. You hadn’t dared to tell her you loved her already, but with Misa continuing to make your heart do somersaults with gestures like these, you knew it was only a matter of time.
Patri and Claudia walked into the showers, sparing you only an acknowledging glance before doing their own thing. More teammates started to pile in after that.
You pulled a towel off the hook and wrapped it around you, cursing when you realised you hadn’t taken a smaller one with you for your hair, when a hand appeared, holding one out for you.
Misa.
“What about your hair?”
You heard the love in her voice as she chuckled, “I’ll be fine, it’s just water,”
“I have a spare one-” Salma offered you, but Misa appeared and pushed the towel against your chest, wanting you to accept hers.
You missed the way your teammates gave each other a look, or how they realised Misa had chosen the shower right next to yours when she’d had plenty of others to choose from before they had all walked in. They weren’t stupid. Some giggled, others playfully side-eyed each other or whispered something behind their hands.
“Wait- use one of my spare shirts then-” You pulled one out of your toiletry bag, “It’s microfibre.” You saw the puzzled look on Misa’s face as to why in the hell that would matter, “It’s better for your hair,” You merely shrugged, missing the soft smile she sent your way. Of course, you’d know such adorable things. It almost made her forget what she was trying to push to the back of her mind.
You sat in your assigned cubby, dressed in comfortable clothing and applying a fragrance when Misa walked towards her bag. She smiled cheekily before throwing on her clothes and motioning for you to come and sit with her— attempt number two. She opened her arms and slid down slightly, a clear invitation to sit on her lap. And so you did, arms wrapping around her neck as you watched her answer a quick text before her attention went back to you.
“What?”
You shook your head, “Nothing.”
“It’s never nothing when they say it's nothing,” She chuckled and you grinned along, liking how she finally seemed at ease again now that she had you in her arms.
“What’s this now? They?!”
She shrugged, waved a hand around, looking all smug, “Eh, you know.”
You played along, “I most certainly do not! Are there others?!”
She mumbled against your neck, inhaling the mixed scent of your body wash, shampoo and fragrance. Her voice was low, “Do you really want to know?”
“I don’t know. Do I?”
Misa’s teeth softly dig into the flesh of your collarbone, biting down very slowly to ease you into the pleasurable pain. She muttered against your skin, “I could tell you?” She looked up at you, her hand massaging the flesh of your thigh, “Or I could show you how you’re the only one for me?”
Before your cheeks could flush at her hooded eyes, a knock sounded on the door of the locker room. Then again a few seconds later, when no one had replied. The girls who hadn’t already left for the bus or to chat with family and friends after the match, were either still showering or all huddled up in front of the mirrors. So, you quickly jumped up from Misa’s lap, ignoring how she slapped your butt as you did.
Your head popped outside as you opened the door, eyes immediately brightening as you saw a freshly showered and snug looking Zećira standing there, backpack in one hand, a packet of cookies in the other.
“Sorry, but we don't buy at the door.”
“No buying, I come bearing gifts,” She laughed, noticing how you glanced behind you. You didn’t want to open the door fully now that some of the girls were changing, in case some staff walked by and peered inside. “We’ll come right out-”
She nodded in salute and stepped to the side as you closed the door. Misa immediately knew what this meant and dread filled her all over again.
“Love, there’s someone I really want you to meet.” You started gently, a reassuring smile to match as you offered your hand to her. You saw the gears in her head turning as she bit her lip, she was far away in thought and worries. Misa snapped out of it when you wiggled your fingers in front of her, “Trust me. Come on, babe.”
She let you pull her up and you immediately pulled her against you and into an embrace.
“You’re both really important to me and I’d love for you to know one another.” You muttered into her damp hair, and she melted at the mellowness of it.
Misa nodded and patted your back, a quiet plea to be let go of. No matter how much she enjoyed having you in her arms, she needed to prepare herself. And she could not do such a thing if she kept hearing her heartbeat thud in her ears, something that was entirely your doing. If what was about to happen would be anything like the swift encounter she’d already had with your friend, well, she needed to toughen up.
With her hand in yours, you stepped out into the hallway. Zećira pushed herself off the wall when she heard the door open and her eyes immediately flitted to Misa’s, who looked like a shy toddler with her hand in yours. Misa was aware of that, so she immediately straightened her back, realising that it had been a pathetic attempt at wanting to seem as tall as the woman in front of her. She felt you start to swing your intertwined hands between you and, even if she loved you for it, she hated how it wounded her tough act right now. Misa felt embarrassed about how she seriously doubted your judgement skills if you had ever decided to befriend this tall and brooding Scandi.
Zećira’s eyes narrowed, trying to gage the woman you had fallen for, trying to sense if she had to scare the living hell out of her or not. Misa answered her intense look the same way she’d done in the tunnel— her head tilting and her lips tightly pressed together. She rose an eyebrow as the goalie in front of her stuck out her hand and looked down at her, daring her to shake her hand. Misa’s hand immediately fell into Zećira’s, accepting the challenge, both women squeezing so hard that their knuckles turned white.
“Good game,” Zećira nodded, like the good sport she was.
“Good game,” Misa repeated, feeling pathetic how her brain hadn’t been able to come up with something better on the spot.
“I’m Zećira,” Your friend smiled a tightlipped smile, squeezing Misa’s hand even tighter.
“Oh, I’ve heard,” Misa rose an eyebrow, having to fight the urge to look at her with disdain, “Misa.”
Your girlfriend immediately wound her arm around you the second she let go of the handshake, making it known that the two of them were only shaking hands because she was your girlfriend.
It was then when you realised why Misa had been so quiet all along... acting so off. She was jealous. You looked at her in another light then, noticed the tension in her face, the fire in her eyes. Your heartbeat quickened at the realisation that she had to like you a lot in order for her to grow this jealous. It worked you up, you shamefully admitted. If only she knew she didn't need to worry for even a second that you wouldn't be hers. You took the slightest step closer against Misa, hoping it would make it clear to her that you longed to be around her, no matter how much you loved your friend.
You felt dizzy the way your eyes had followed the two women and their display of dominance, like a damn tennis match. They stared at each other for an agonising beat, and you were about to get into your role as mediator when Zećira suddenly let out a chuckle. A genuine one, not a sarcastic or hostile one. She started grinning then, and her twinkling eyes of amusement took in the incredulous questioning look on your face.
“I almost had you there, didn’t I?” She directed at Misa, who looked just as taken back. Then she turned to you, "She didn't falter for even one second, I like her!"
Zećira continued, as if she hadn't just given the women in front of her major whiplash, “Well, I didn’t bring enough cookies for three… especially not with her appetite, but we’ll divide equally." She pried open the container, "We just have to keep an eye on that one so she won't eat the entire thing herself,” She smiled at your girlfriend as if she’d known her for weeks already, and you shook your head, snapping out of it.
You cleared your throat, feeling yourself relax again now that you realised Zeći's demeanour had been an act to see how Misa would react, “How generous of you. Do I have to get Johanna test these for me or can I trust that you haven’t put salt instead of sugar in them just to spite me?”
Zećira’s laugh echoed across the walls, remembering that one time she had done that. On accident though, even if she still didn't have you entirely convinced. She shook the box with cookies, knowing you would want to dive in right away. Then, she turned to Misa, “I promise they’re really good. They’re... caramelly… don’t you guys like that? Dulce... something-something?”
“Dulce de leche?” You wondered, watching as your friend snapped her fingers in eureka, “How stereotypical of you. And that’s originally South-American, idiot.”
“Hey, I’m trying!”
She was right, you had to give it to her. Which reminded you…
You quickly nudged Misa, who cleared her throat and grabbed a cookie, muttering a silent thank you. She had quietly watched the entire encounter turn a 180, and she was still trying to wrap her head around it all. She continued to stare at Zećira before finally looking at you, feeling the way you immediately clung to her as soon as you could. Then she looked back toward Zećira. There were zero signs of malice, resentment, bitterness or jealousy in the now kind eyes of your friend as she watched the two of you all loved up. The entire turn of events had alienated Misa and made her think that it was simply an act Zećira was upholding for your sake, but Misa saw the sincerity in which the Swede carried herself around you two as she ushered you to the seats in the hallway.
Your girlfriend grinned bashfully when you planted a kiss on her lips before grabbing a cookie of your own, diving in right after. You groaned at the taste, having missed her Kafferep surprises.
“No salt,” Misa put her thumb up after taking a bite, finally loosening up when she realised the coast was clear and that the threat she thought she had to deal with had passed. Or better yet, hadn't been there to begin with.
You grinned up at your girlfriend, happy how she was starting to warm up to your friend and joining in on the banter. You knew she had the best dry banter anyway, it was part of her charm and how she’d captured your attention.
You attentively brushed some crumbs from Misa’s t-shirt, hand falling to hers right after. Zećira’s expression softened as she watched the ease and comfort of which you acted around each other, “So, you’re the lucky one who’s finally got her wrapped around someone's finger, huh?”
Misa turned to you, face finally breaking out into a wide grin. She hated how she had doubted your relationship for even a second, but she wholly blamed it on the fact that it was just so good, that it simply seemed too good to be true. But it wasn't. Life could be harsh, but sometimes, it could give you the most wonderful presents at the most random moments.
She realised it then as she looked right into your eyes, "I am the lucky one, indeed.”
Anon request - "would you ever write anal with alexia (r!recieving)?"
Yes, yes I would.
Warnings - smut 18
If you were to ask Alexia if she was a boob or bum girl. She would always say bum, especially your bum.
Alexia loved your arse.
She loved the shape of it, the firmness of your muscles, the way it would shake when she fucked you from behind. She would be in a hypnotic trance as she watched your cheeks ripple against her strong thighs while she pushed your body to new heights of pleasure. Her large hands would squeeze and grab your cheeks, almost painfully as she watched her strap slide in and out of your pussy. The skin underneath her hands would turn red from where she held you, a day later you would find small bruises on your cheeks where her finger tips had indented themselves into you.
She loved the way your arse looked in jeans, in shorts, in a sundress, in boxers and thongs. But, her favourite was when your lower half had nothing on at all. You quickly got used to her constantly squeezing, slapping or pinching or on many occasions biting your arse whenever she could, there wasn't a day that went by that she didn't have her hands on your cheeks.
She loved watching your arse as you laid between her legs eating her out. She would groan as you purposefully stuck your backside out, shaking it as you suckled on her sensitive clit. A lot of the time it was what pushed her to her orgasm. A lot of the times you would position yourself to the side of her, so she could grab your arse as you pleasured her. Either with your mouth or fingers. You would arch your back, so she had full access to you. You would go dizzy at the groans she let out as she slapped and groped your arse while you played with her clit.
Alexia was an arse girl, through and through.
So you wasn't surprised when she asked if she could fuck you in that exact spot.
It was after a heated session of sex, Alexia was kissing your back, her lips were everywhere. Slowly but surely her lips travelled down your back, and to her favourite spot.
“You have the perfect arse.” She mumbled as she gave your cheeks all of her attention.
You playfully rolled your eyes, she said those exact words whenever she was near your arse.
“Yeah?” You smiled against the sheets.
“Sí. It's so perfect.” She continued to kiss your skin.
You hummed, closing your eyes at the sweet touches of Alexia’s mouth.
That's when you felt her tongue start to glide over your cheeks, her teeth slowly following, she was gentle at first but that never lasted long, she sank her teeth into your flesh, making you squirm and whimper beneath her. You could feel she was giving you a love bite as her tongue sucked on your flesh.
“That tickles.” You chuckled.
Alexia hummed as she was determined to add to the other colourful bruises she had left on your arse from previous bites. Once she was happy with the mark, she moved on further down your rear. Her hands grabbed your cheeks, gently pulling them apart. That's when you felt her tongue glide up your sensitive flesh. You let out a filthy groan as Alexia began to lather your tight hole with her tongue. She loved eating your arse. At first you weren't keen, but you couldn't deny the feeling of such a sensitive spot on your body being caressed by Alexia's very talented tongue.
“Get on your knees.” She demanded.
And you did, you got on your knees and arched your back. You gripped the sheets as the blonde picked up the pace, you could feel her tongue everywhere, all over you. You could feel your cunt getting wetter from each stroke.
“I want to fuck you.” She groaned.
“You can do whatever you want to me.” You sighed in pleasure.
“In your arse, I want to fuck your arse.”
“Fuccck, Ale.” You whimpered as she bit your cheek. She brought her hand between your legs and started to play with your now swollen clit.
“What do you think baby? I’d be so gentle. I’d make you feel so good. Watching you take my dick.”
She picked up her pace on your clit, making your hips grind into her hand. She continued.
“You would make the best sounds. I can imagine you, begging me for more.”
Her tongue came back to your tight muscle, stroking the sensitive nerve. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as she gently pushed her tongue just a fraction inside.
“Oh my goddddd, Ale.” You couldn't stop the way your hips moved backwards as her tongue rimmed your hole.
Even in the foggy motion of pleasure you imagined Alexia fucking your arse. You couldn't deny that you hadn't thought about it before. The girl was amazing at everything sex. And right now with her tongue between your cheeks you would agree to absolutely anything she asked.
“I want that. I want y-you to fuck my arse.”
Alexia's eyes widened in surprise. “Yeah? You want that?”
“YES!” Two fingers entered your cunt.
“You will let me fuck this tight little hole of yours?”
“Yes. I want it, pleaseee.” Her thick fingers started to pick up the pace, hitting your walls perfectly.
“Such a good girl. You’re so generous, baby. So good to me.”
Alexia put her mouth back on you, softly pushing on your tight walls. Her free hand reached around to play with your clit. It was almost too much, feeling her everywhere, your brain didn't know where to concentrate. You could feel the tight coil in your stomach start to heighten, your back arched just the way Alexia liked. You could hear her tongue lapping behind you, she was pushing you further and further, your vision becoming hazy.
Then you felt it, your legs started to shake, you let out a high pitched scream as your body shook from your orgasm. You maybe would have died from embarrassment if you knew Alexia could feel your tight hole flexing on her tongue. She groaned at the feeling, she was in heaven. Alexia stayed where she was allowing you to come down before moving away. Once she felt you relax she removed her fingers, you collapsed onto the mattress below trying to catch your breath.
Alexia kissed your cheek once more. “I’ll buy the items, we can start to practice tomorrow.” She stated happily. You knew you were in for it.
So over the next two weeks you and Alexia worked on your arse.
Of course you were a little nervous about it. You had tried it with a previous partner and it had been painful, but truth be told you hadn't prepared for it, you went straight in, no lube, no slow finger fucking, no arse traning, so there was no surprise that it wasn't enjoyable.
But Alexia never pushed you into anything you didn't want to do, not that there were many things you didn't want to do with her. Even though she was dominating in the bedroom she always made sure you were comfortable, anything new you tried she would constantly be checking in to make sure you was okay, never wanting to make you uncomfortable.
She started with her fingers, and lots of lube, easing you slowly. You took it well, just like she knew you would. Then came the but plugs, in Alexia's excitement she had bought at least 10 different plugs. In all honesty you believed she just wanted to see the many different variations she could put inside you.
Some were glass, they were cold. Some were rubber, one had a bunny tail that Alexia thought was cute. There was a vibrating one, that was fun. Another had a beautiful black gem at the base, another was a long ribbed anal probe. But Alexia's favourite was the one with an ‘A’ engraved on the base. She loved looking at it while she had you bent over.
And did you like it? Fuck yes! You loved it. It was a whole new sensation for your body to consume, a new part of your body that Alexia could explore. You loved the sensation of feeling your girlfriend fuck you with a strap while you had a plug sitting between your cheeks. You would scream in pleasure when you felt her dick slide against your walls, giving your cunt that extra pressure
Today was that day. You were ready, you were so desperately ready. Alexia had prepared you for 2 weeks, but you was over it by week one, begging her to fuck you, but she made you wait. She said she wanted to make sure you were definitely ready, but really you knew she just liked you begging for something that was her idea.
You were both laying on your bed naked, lazily kissing. She had her hand between your legs stroking your thighs, every now and then she would teasingly circle your clit, making your pussy throb and clench. You would groan every time as your arse also reacted, squeezing around the plug that was sitting between your cheeks. She began to kiss your neck, kissing your sensitive spots, she knew every sensitive spot on your body. You whimpered out as her finger circled your clit again, she was teasing you.
“You ready baby?” She whispered, smirking at you.
“Alexia, you know I've been ready.” You groaned.
She smiled playfully at you, her hazel eyes gleaming with mischief.
“You have, haven't you?” She let out a low chuckle. “You want it so badly.”
You felt your cheeks blush at her words, she wasn't wrong, you did want it, you needed her at this point. She began to slowly kiss down your bare stomach, biting and nibbling your skin. She didn’t wait around; she travelled further down your body, pushing your legs open as she went straight for your cunt.
“Fuck!”
You were already wet, your clit had been throbbing for the last half an hour as Alexia worked your body up. She took a long lick through your wet folds, your essence flooded her tongue as she began to slowly eat you out. Just like her lazy kisses, and her lazy teasing, she clearly wanted to take her time with you. But you were already on edge, your body was vibrating with anticipation.
But you couldn't deny when Alexia was slow and lazy between your legs like this, you could have happily kept her there all night. It was your favourite sexual act with the Spanird, you didn't care if that made you boring, she was amazing with her mouth. She could make you come again and again with her talented tongue.
She licked through your folds slowly, her hazel eyes stayed on yours as she showed off her tongue for you, making sure you could see just how wet you were. Your juices clung to her tongue, shining on the dim light in the room.
“See how wet you are for me baby?”
“Y-yeah. So wet for you.” You breathed out.
She gently pushed her tongue into your core, moaning as you laced your fingers in her hair, helping her get deeper inside you. She stroked your walls, pushing her tongue as far she could, then curling her tongue as she came back up. You could feel the plug in your arse as your body reacted to her tongue stroking your walls.
“Jesus, Ale.” You gasped.
You knew you wouldn't last long, she knew it too, your legs were already shaking, she gently wrapped her kiss swollen lips around your aching clit. You dug your fingers in her hair as your hips began to grind in her face. You cried out as your body started to heat up, the start of your orgasm already hitting you.
“Don't stop, Ale. Please. Fuck, keep going.”
She kept up her pace as you pushed her impossibly closer, your fingers digging her scalp while your climax took over your body. Your back arched when you felt your arse clench around the plug, making your orgasm heighten. You held on to Alexia's blonde hair as she gently cleaned you up. She was always so gentle after you came, trying her best not to over stimulate you but still trying to work your body up to take more. That's how she gave you another orgasm as she suckled softly on your clit, it felt like her mouth was making love to your pussy.
Alexia crawled up your body, smiling lovingly at you, she brought her wet lips to yours, gently gliding her tongue on your lips, asking for access, which you happily gave. You stayed like this for a while, just kissing, moaning, tasting yourself on her tongue. But you wanted her, again.
“Please Ale. I want you so badly.”
You feel Alexia smirk into your kiss. It makes your stomach twist.
“Yeah baby? How bad?” She’s being such a tease.
“So badly. Please Ale. Dont you want to fuck my arse?”
She chuckled deep in her throat. She pulled back and looked down at you, her piercing eyes searching yours.
You continue to beg. “Come on baby. My tight arse needs you, I want you to show me how good you are.” You bite your lip, knowing she couldn't say no to you when you pulled that move. Your hand came up between her legs. The girl was so wet, you stroked your finger through her folds, gathering her juices. Her eyes fluttered closed as you circled her clit.
Her head fell onto your chest as you kept up your rhythm.
“I want your tongue.” She whispered.
She sounded so desperate. You would never deny Alexia anything let alone when she sounded so good, groaning in your neck.
“Sit on my face.”
Alexia didn't need to be told twice, she quickly climbed up your body, carefully placing her thighs either side of your head. The sight above you was probably the most beautiful sight you would ever see. A dripping wet Alexia. Seeing her like this, so desperate and so needy, did things to you, it made your chest swell with pride.
You grabbed her hips and went to work, her fingers gripped your hair as she began to ride your face. Her juices covered your tongue, you swallowed her wetness obediently. You couldnt stop your own groans as she started to fuck your face, she was clearly close already, normally she would last a little longer then this. You suckled her clit, lapping your tongue up and down her folds.
“Sí, sí. M'encanta la teva llengua. Merda!”
She let out a deep cry as her body went stiff, she grabbed the back of your head and grounded into your mouth as deep as she could. Did you nearly suffocate when her strong thighs tightened around your head? Yes, but you weren't about to stop her mid orgasm, not even for air. Her climax flooded your mouth as she tilted her head back in pleasure, her hips snaked against your face as she fully rode out her ecstasy, using your mouth on every inch of herself.
She gave you a dopey smile as she looked down at you. She shuffled backwards, kissing you hard on the lips.
“So good for me. I think you deserve my dick in your arse now, sí?”
You nodded. “Please.”
Alexia climbed off the bed and made her way to your draw of goodies. She grabbed the items she needed and began to pull the harness over her thick, strong legs. You watched as the beautiful woman slotted the 7 inch dick into the contraption, you could feel your arse throbbing at the sight in front of you. She generously slathered the dick in lube, not missing an inch.
“On your knees, baby”
You quickly got into position, you felt Alexia come next to your face, cupping your chin.
“Remember your safe words, use them whenever you need.”
“I will.” You nodded.
“Bona noia.” She smiled as she kissed you.
You felt the bed dip behind you, Alexia’s hand found your waist. She stroked her hands over your cheeks as she admired her view. Her favourite but plug sitting pretty between your cheeks. She began to remove the plug, gently moving it back and forth letting your muscles loosen as she played with the toy.
You let out a groan as she finally removed the plug, your arse was begging to be filled again.
“So pretty.” Alexia hummed.
She grabbed the dick between her legs and began to press it at your hole. She didn't force it in, she was slow and gentle, she moved the head around your tight muscles, allowing you to feel her movements. She did that for a minute before you started to push your hips back, wanting her to pick up the pace.
“Ready baby?”
“Yes.” You nodded.
Then you felt it, the head of her dick slowly being pushed into your arse. Your muscles were loose from the plug being in there already but it didn't stop you from crying out. She went slow, you could feel one of her hands stroking your back soothingly, letting you know she was there. Inch by inch she pushed further in, allowing you to get used to the feeling of her.
“Breath, baby.”
You let out a deep breath, it wasn't painful, it was new, it was different but fuck, was it good. Alexia watched your body like a hawk, making sure she wasn't going too fast, her hands gripped your waist as she eased herself inside. She was just over half way and you felt full.
“Fuck.”
Your head fell between your arms as her dick forced room for itself.
“You already look so good, baby. And I havent even fucked you yet.” Alexia whispered behind you.
She got deeper inside and you took her surprisingly well. You were thankful Alexia had gotten your arse trained for this, though her dick was by far the biggest toy you had taken, you had a little more of an understanding of what to expect.
You heard Alexia softly sigh behind you at the same time you felt her hips hitting your cheeks. She had bottomed out in your arse.
“So good. I knew you would be good at this. Look how well you’ve taken me.”
By the sound of her voice you knew you were going to be wrecked by the end of this, you couldn't miss the undeniable excitement in her tone.
Then she slowly started to ease out, not all the way, but enough for it to make you whimper. You closed your eyes as you felt her dick glide against your tight walls, then back in again and again and again. That’s when the blonde found a slow rhythm, she watched as the glistening dick pumped in and out of your hole. She was in her own world, her hands squeezing your cheeks, helping to guide your movements on the plastic.
You groaned loudly when she gave you a particular hard squeeze. She looked up at you, smiling at your noises.
“You sound so good.”
“You feel so fucking good, Ale.” You groaned in pleasure.
That's when she began to pick up her pace.
“Yeah? You like it don’t you? Merda. I knew you would.”
Her thrust became harder, you gripped the sheets as Alexia fucked your arse. Your breathing started to pick up to quick gasps as she fucked the air out of your lungs. Alexia wasn't an idiot, she knew she couldn't feel the sensation of being inside you, but the sight alone was enough to make her come.
You were a mess of moans. The Spaniard rocked into your body like she owned it, her hand that was placed on the bottom of your back began to creep higher up your spine. That's when you felt your hair being slightly pulled back. Alexia knew it was one of your turn on’s. She pulled it lightly, testing the waters, you groaned in appreciation, giving the blonde more confidence to go rougher, just the way you liked it.
“You are such a slut. She growled. “You love this don’t you? You love me stretching you out.”
You didn't have words. You could just about focus on breathing as she pushed your body to new heights. She was hitting spots that sent shivers through your body.
“Fill up your pussy.”
You groaned at her demand. Alexia had planned this whole affair to a T, obviously. She had your favourite dildo on the bed ready for this moment. You grabbed the plastic, and placed it between your legs. Alexia slowed down her movements so you could actually focus. You brought the dick between your legs, trying to get it in the right spot, but in your position you were finding it a little difficult. You then felt Alexia's hands wrap around yours as she helped guide you to your destination.
“Let me help.” She chuckled, almost teasingly.
She easily found the spot she was looking for. You felt her push the head of the dick against your lips, then into your entrance, she was gentle, knowing your body was already sensitive. But that didn't stop the gasp that escaped your lungs, you were tight. With Alexia already filling up your arse, you could feel every inch of the dildo against your walls, and so could Alexia.
“Fuck.” She growled, she sounded like a wild animal. “You’re so tight.”
You both groaned for different reasons as she pushed the rest of the plastic inside you, bottoming out in you.
“Hold it. I want you to come with it inside you.”
You nodded. “Please, Ale.”
“You are so good for me.” She grunted as she began to fuck you again.
Her hand came back into your hair, pushing your head against the sheets below, driving herself deeper inside your arse, her other hand leaned into the middle of your shoulders, forcing your back to arch. Your body began to heat up, you could feel the sweat dripping down your back from the workout Alexia was giving your body. Your pussy was clenching at every thrust, you could feel your wetness covering your fingers at the base of the dick.
The pure pleasure of it all made you feel dizzy, your orgasm was approaching fast, you just desperately needed your neglected clit to be touched. If only you could have seen your girlfriend. The sight of Alexia alone would have probably tipped you over the edge, her body was starting to gleam with sweat, like she had played a 90 minute game, her 6 pack clenching hard at every thrust. She had a focus on her face that was intimidating, you had seen that face in the bedroom and on the pitch, she was in her own world.
“Ale, I-I wanna c-come.”
“I'm close, baby. Hold on a little longer.” She panted.
You tried to nod with Alexia's hand on your head. Your other hand gripped the sheets as she picked up her pace. You couldn't stop the mess of moans and cries as you were pushed to your peak. But your sounds only pushed Alexia closer, she wasn't expecting to come, but the base of the strap was hitting her swollen clit perfectly, and the sight of you only made the pleasure a thousand times better.
Her mouth hung open as she felt her own orgasm rise, her legs started to shake. The hand between your shoulder blades came between your legs, the scream you let out was loud. Your clit was already so sensitive, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Alexia pleasured you like the sex goddess that she was.
“Fuck, y-you sound so good. Are you going to come for me?”
You didn't respond verbally, you physically couldn't, your eyes began to water as your body was pushed to its limits, you needed to come.
“A-Ale. Pl-ple-.” You sounded so desperate.
“Beg me.”
Fuck, you could even form words, let alone a sentence.
You felt the first tear roll down your cheek into the mattress as your body screamed for a release. Her beautiful fingers rubbing your clit with the perfect precision. You used all your strength to beg her.
“Please, please let me come.”
“More.” You could hear she was close.
“I’ve been so good. I-I I’m your good slut. I’m your good girl.”
“Fuck. You are, aren't you baby?”
Her hips started to shake. The grip on your hair became tighter. Her fingers never stopping.
“Yes. Fuck, Aleixa. Please.”
She gritted her teeth as she felt her own orgasm rise.
“Come for baby.”
With a few more thrust and another tight pull of your hair, you were gone. You weren't sure if you made any sound, the thumping of blood rushed in your ear as your body finally found release. Your whole body shook violently as your holes clenched around both dicks. Alexia groaned when felt the way your arse pulled her in, just as she came against you. It was perfect.
You both panted hard, trying to catch your breath. Her hand in your hair stroked away the sweaty tresses stuck to your rosy cheeks.
She pulled out gently, kissing each of your cheeks as she moved from behind you. You pulled the dick from your pussy as you let your tired body flop to the mattress. You looked over at a very giddy looking Alexia, smiling happily at you.
“I love you.” She whispered.
You broke out into your own smile. “I love you too.”
“I was talking to your ass.” She laughed.
“Alexia!” You tiredly slapped her thigh.
She kissed you, laughing to herself. “I love you too amor.”
hey could you pls do something for Misa Rodriguez maybe with a lionesses reader ? 🩷🩷🩷
Prompt: you and your girlfriend plan against each other in the final
Words: 741
Warnings: nothing
A/N: i don't know how to write endings lol
Being in the World Cup was a dream come true. The pride in what your team had achieved was overwhelming. Yet, there was a bittersweet twist. At a young age, you found myself in the World Cup final, but the opponent was my girlfriend of two years. She may not have been on the field, but with her on the bench, every goal you scored felt like a double-edged sword.
The night before the final, the tension was real, was Misa and you had a long phone call, discussing everything from strategy to our feelings. The tension was nerve-wracking, but we both knew we had a job to do.
"I can't wait to see you," Misa exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.
"same", you replied ", even if it's from across the field." there was a pause, the both of you not saying anything. misa finally broke the silence.
"I know we're opponents tomorrow" " Misa continued, her voice softened ", but just remember, no matter what happens, I'll always be proud of you."
"Thank you," I replied, my voice filled with appreciation. "And know that I'll be cheering for you, too, every step of the way, even if you're not playing."
On the day of the final, you stood on the pitch looking around at the fans and the other team. you looked over to the dugout, where misa sat with her teammates. 29 miment into the game Olga carmona socor a goal 1-0. At that moment, time seemed to stand still as I watched her celebrate with her teammates. There was no time to be sad about it. You had to get back into the game. You had a goal opportunity close to the 60 minutes, but the assistant referee called it offside. Make the goal nothing. The game continued, and in the 66 minutes, a penalty to Spain and Jenni Hermoso stepped out to the penalty spot but missed, thank god. The game continued, but with the final whistle, the score was 1-0, and we had lost.
I watched as the Spanish team ran out celebrating; of course, you were upset but slightly happy, misa, but you couldn't show it.
"Hey, kiddo," Millie Bright said, wrapping you tightly. Her embrace made you feel a bit better, knowing Millie would know you felt a bit like most of your teammates.
"Thank Millie", you replied. "It was tough."
Millie nodded in understanding, "we'll get 'em next time", she said.
Both teams started to come together to congratulate each other, and the first person to come up to you was not misa, but Athenea Castillo, your real Madrid teammate.
"Tan orgullosa de ti" (so proud of you) Olga carmona hugging you tightly.
"Golpe increíble Olga" (amazing goal Olga), you congratulating her.
"gracias", Olga replied with a wide smile.
More of your teammates came up to you talking about the game and how well you did, and you said the same.
After you got through a few more Spanish girls with another of you, real Madrid teammate Ivana Andres stopped to talk to you.
"Jugaste increíble" (you played amazing), she said, rubbing your shoulders
"Gracias a ti también" thank you as well) You said, patting her back on the shoulder. Not that you didn't want to talk to Ivana for long. You want to see Misa but cannot see her for a while; you only see her on phone calls. Ivana did totally notice this.
"go to her", she said. "She does miss you. She won't shut up about you for weeks" That made you smile, and with one more thanks to Ivana, you walked over to where misa was with Jenni and Alexia.
As you approached misa, Jenni and Alexia. Relief at the game is over, but disappointment at the loss. Most of all, you wanted to get to misa.
"Misa," you said softly as you reached them, Misa turned towards you,
"Hey," she said. You enveloped her in a tight embrace, I missed you," you murmured into her hair. "I missed you too," she replied, her arms wrapped around you just as tightly. "I'm so proud of you out there."
You pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, "Thank you," you said. Jenni and Alexia stood nearby, offering supportive smiles as they witnessed the moment between you and Misa.
You didn't care that you lost at that moment. You just missed your girl, and that was all that mattered.
“What if I just tell them I’m sick or something so we don’t have to go?”
“Misa, you’re not getting out of this. There’s no way I’m going to this wedding alone, just because you can’t decide what to wear.”
Your girlfriend threw her head back with a groan, “But why’s it have to be outside? It’s gonna be way too hot to wear a suit but a dress feels like so much work.” you shook your head at her whining, amused at how easily your tough-as-nails girlfriend met her match, just at the thought of getting all dressed up.
“I’ll help you get ready if you want. I’ll do your hair and makeup and everything. It could be fun! You could wear that red jumpsuit that I love so much.” The glint in your eye seemed to get her attention, turning her frown into more of a smirk, as she was suddenly much more willing to cooperate.
“You know it would probably look good with those black heels that I know drive you crazy too.”
“Well I guess we won’t know for sure until you decide to start getting ready, si?” you turned back to the mirror where you were finishing your own makeup, making sure you had plenty of time to get her ready as well. This was a common occurrence, having to reason with her to get dressed up for the events that called for it, as she much preferred her joggers and t-shirts. From the other room, you could hear her moving around, finally deciding to give in to you, something she seldom did for anyone else.
As soon as you finished putting the finishing touches on your own face, you stepped out into your bedroom to see Misa finding her jumpsuit and shoes she was looking for.
“Mis, I’m done with my makeup if you want me to do yours?”
“Si, I’ll be right in.” As much as your girlfriend despised the idea of caking her face full of products, she absolutely loved it when you would offer to do it for her. It always meant spending time with her sitting on the bathroom counter with you standing between her legs, as close to her face as possible while you concentrated on what you were doing. She would always jump at the opportunity to have you so close to her, close enough that she could feel your breath against her face.
When Misa joined you, she was immediately put off by the sheer amount of makeup products littering the counter. Most were left from your work on your own face that you hadn’t gotten to putting away but you still saw the way she immediately tensed up upon seeing them.
“Not too much, right amor?”
“Right, Mis.” You pulled her into you by her hips so you could talk face to face. “I’ve done this before, remember? And I haven’t messed it up so far.” The taller woman relaxed against you, and left some short pecks on your lips as a sign that she trusted you. “Now come sit!”
You cleared a small area on the counter for her to sit while you worked that allowed you to stand between her legs after she hopped up. For a minute you just stood there with your hands cradling her face, admiring your girlfriend’s features. You noticed how a slight blush rose to her face, the longer you stared at her, but it didn’t stop you until she pushed you away, giggling nervously.
“God, you’re the only one who can always make me blush, so damn much.” Nobody but you got to see her so soft and giddy, so unlike how she was with everyone else. It made you feel honored, in a way, that you got to see that side of her that so rarely came out. You gave her another kiss to bring her back to you before stepping back to grab the products you wanted.
Starting with some light concealer and foundation, you pat your beauty blender all over her face, trying to get in every crease and corner. Her reactions made you giggle. The usually stone-faced, world class goalie, would flinch every time you got anywhere near her eyes and scrunch up her nose if you went too hard, making it hard for you to take her seriously. “Amor, you have to hold still if you want it to turn out okay.”
“You’re gonna poke my eye out, though!” Her whining was back as she instantly transformed into a total child right before your eyes.
“Only if you keep moving so much!” Misa pushed you away slightly as you laughed at her. “It’s just a sponge, and I’m not even near your eyes yet. Just please try to hold still for me, okay?”
“Fine.” she grumbled in annoyance as you both settled back into play to continue, starting in on a subtle contour.
One of the hottest things about Misa was the way her face and jaw were so defined so you knew that the slightest contour would be just enough to drive you absolutely insane. The further you went on her makeup, the more you knew you’d have a hard time keeping your hands to yourself tonight. Between the unusually feminine look for her, having her hair and makeup done, the red jumpsuit you already knew you loved, and the heels making her even taller, excited was an understatement.
When it came time for you to work on her eyes, you knew you’d have a hard time, partially from how fidgety the woman in front of you was becoming, but partially because you kept being distracted by the way she was looking at you. Misa’s eyes bore into you, continuously checking you out, clearly appreciating the work you’d done on your own hair and makeup.
“Misa, I can’t concentrate when you look at me like that.” She gave you a cheeky shrug, knowing exactly what she was doing to you.
You rolled your eyes and started on her eyeshadow, being careful not to do too much. As you worked on her eyes, you moved closer and closer to her face, trying to make sure it was perfect. You felt your girlfriend’s breath catch in her throat when you used one hand to grab her jaw and steady her, smirking at her reaction. The two of you both drove each other crazy, especially when you were dressed up and looking the way you currently were.
“What, do you like my hands on you or something?”
“I’d like it better around my neck, mi amor.” her voice was a low growl, only working to further your attraction to her.
“Maybe later tonight, but you’re still not getting out of this wedding, no matter how much you work me up.”
“But what if I give you kisses?” she leaned forward into you, in hopes of capturing your lips but you only moved further away.
“You can give me all the kisses you want, Mis, but we’re still going. And if you mess up your makeup doing so, I’m not gonna be happy.”
“Babyyyy.”
“You’ll live, I know you’ve had worse. Just sit still for a minute so I can finish, I’m almost done.” The taller woman grumbled to herself in Spanish but still decided to comply, just as she always did with you, allowing you to finish.
“All I have left is your lipstick, do you want to pick the color or do you want me to?”
“Hmm well you should pick something that will go well with yours probably,” she shot you a wink while the smirk returned to her face once again, only causing you to roll your eyes.
“I’ll just give you the same as mine so I can throw it in my bag and fix it when you undoubtedly mess it up later.”
“Hey, how do you know I-”
“Mis, quit talking so I can apply it.” The second you changed your focus to her lips, your girlfriend had an even harder time holding still. She tried to hold in a smile which only made your job harder. “I need you to hold still if you don’t want to end up looking like a mess, Misa.”
“I’m trying, but your concentrated face is so cute!”
“Misa!”
“No, I’m sorry, you’re right, I’ll stop. I just love how serious you take this.”
You didn’t respond to her but smiled to yourself, allowing you to finally finish her makeup, growing slightly nervous for her reaction.“Your face is all done. What do you think?”
Misa hopped down from the counter and turned to the mirror, taking in your work. “It’s perfect, mi amor. You do such a good job.” Her arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into her, forcing you to look up at the taller woman and leave a light kiss on her jawline. “Gracias, amor.” Your only response was a smile as she leaned down for a soft kiss, being careful not to mess up your makeup.
“Do you want me to do your hair quick? I could just put it in a nice ponytail, maybe straighten it quick? It doesn’t have to be much.”
She gave you another nod and turned for you to start doing her hair, something you knew would be quick and easy. Her dark hair was naturally pretty straight so it was more a matter of brushing it back so the ponytail was smooth and straightening out any rogue pieces.
When you finished her hair, you both got dressed and ready to go, helping zip each other's dresses and clasp each other's necklaces. As soon as you were ready, you turned to face Misa whose face was frozen in awe.
“Mi amor, you look… breathtaking. You are so perfect I can’t even believe it.” Her hands were on you instantly to pull you into her while her eyes continued to roam your body. “How did I ever get so lucky?”
“Mmm, I could say the same about you, Mis. Look at you. These heels, and this jumpsuit. Damn.” You had to go on your toes to reach her for a kiss, something you were more than happy to do at the moment. “You’re still not getting out of this wedding, but maybe we don’t have to stay too late.”
“I like that idea,” she mumbled against your lips before continuing the kiss. All you knew was it was a good thing you had your lipstick in your purse, because it was going to need lots of fixing if you ever made it out of the house.
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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.
or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous
fic: coming
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marisabel_rguez Have fun in Madrid, YN! Hope you have a good time 😎
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username2 hello, more MisaxYn content? 🤞
username3 Driving six hours to Madrid for funsies?.... hmmm I wonder why 😳
↳ username4 she could've just taken the train but ok
↳ username5 Maybe the u-haul was already filled to the brim so she decided to bring the rest herself 🤭
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ale 🐻 You post a picture before telling me you've arrived? I love you pero can you please stop worrying me like that. I called you like so many times.
ale 🐻 I just had the most nerve wracking seven hours of my life, you know??
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you ALE
you im okay im okay!
you fuck i'm so sorry, my phone died and then i arrived and misa and sofie took me in and they immediately took me out to eat and i just kind of forgot im so so so so so so so sorry and i love you the most in the whole entire world. you're the best sister ever and i'm the luckiest shithead there is. t'estimo, t'estimo, t'estimo!!!!
ale 🐻 Bé, I was just really worried about you, I didn't like not hearing anything from you. You're my whole world, too. Next time make sure it's fully charged when you know you'll go out for a long time. What would you have done if you had needed help? Not saying this to scare you, but you know that. So, how was the drive? Did you at least take a few breaks?
you boring, lots of rain and traffic. aaaand no breaksies because i didn't want to arrive in the middle of the night bc the traffic had set me back some hours. misa has a game tomorrow and i didn't want her to lose any sleep 😅
ale 🐻Next time you take regular breaks, yes? I'm sure Misa would understand and want the same. Can you please Facetime mami?
you i will. petons to you all and olga 😘
you and nala!
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albaps9 corrupting the missus to support real madrid, i see? misa, are you even trying to get along with alexia? 😂
marisabel_rguez Jeje 😆 Had to show her a little bit of our Madrid culture, of course! It's tradition to attend a game!
albaps9 in the putellas household, it's also tradition to support barca, so have fun holding onto your head!
albaps9 no, but all jokes aside. i might not have said this to you in person yet, but i want you to know how happy i am that you're with my sister. i don't think anyone else could've pulled her out of the deep end and love and treat her the way she deserves. you made her see her own worth again, believe that she was deserving of all the good things, and gave us our girl back. i'll never be able to properly thank you, but i want you to know how grateful we all are nonetheless.
marisabel_rguez Thank you for telling me. But you don't need to thank me for doing all that. I love her, it's only normal that I treat her accordingly. She's my entire world, Alba.
albaps9 i still don't think you realise how much your love and care for her means to her and the rest of us, and how it has impacted us as a family. but remember that we're proud to call you family too. okay?
albaps9 unless you hurt her and end up destroying all the progress she's made, maria isabel. then i'll fucking come for you and alexia won't be your only problem.
marisabel_rguez I would expect you to do so then! She's really lucky with you two. She loves you very much, so I'm also happy to be part of your circle.
albaps9 🥹🥹 okay but you don't even seem the slightest bit intimidated? 🤣
marisabel_rguez Oh no, I know you're bark and bite! I just know I don't have to be afraid because that worst case scenario will never happen!
albaps9 thank you misa ❤️
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frejaolofssonn Gooooooaaaaal golgolgolgolgol 🤩
carolineweir95 Supporting the men but wearing Misa jerseys, I'm so here for it haha
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↳ marisabel_rguez And we couldn't resist her!
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↳ username3 she's removed yn from the tags now 🤭
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haleyraso 💅🏽
username4 it sure is real love if someone raised on barca sets even one foot inside santiago bernabeu and it's not in the away-section
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username5 The Misa appreciation is spreading 😛
↳ username6 and rightly so!!
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marisabel_rguez: Happy life.
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↳ username3 I don't even get the point in keeping it private, like what's the big deal?
↳ username4 maybe they just don't care but don't want to indulge people like you all
marialeonn16 😊
albaps9 ❤️
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sofie.svava 💖
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username7 I love how they're slowly growing more comfortable letting the world in ):
sofiajakobsson 😘
bff1 ummm hey? hands to yourself. she's still my snookums until she officially has your last name 🤣
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salmaparalluelo 😍
jennihermoso 👀
username4 You forgot the other half of the caption
↳ username5 Happy wife, happy life?
↳ username4 Ding-ding-ding!
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yourusername: madrid, you were good to me!! (plus a little surprise i discovered at the petrol station on my way home. te amo mas que a la vida en sa)
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albaps9 hmmm i wonder whyyyy
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username1 the note in the car is the cutest 😔
username2 I want a Misa too, care to loan her out?
alexiaputellas Proud of you and how strong you are. You kept fighting and look at you now. You deserve all this happiness, ma germana petita. T'adoro.
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yourusername: feliç diada de sant jordi, la meva gent🌹
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marisabel_rguez Horrible choice of clothing, I should give you some of my shirts to wear
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bff1 feliç sant jordiiii
begovargas 🌹
alexiaputellas 🌹📖🐉🌹
marisabel_rguez And I love when you speak Catalan!!!!
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janafernandez3 feliç sant jordi, el meu amic 🌹
aitanabonmati Feliç Sant Jordi, YN!
claudiaapina feliç sant jordi! 😊
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marisabel_rguez: este camiseta 💪🏼
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alexiaputellas Visca Barca!!!!!
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yourusername oh wow black is your colour too 🤭
↳ yourusername (keeping the rest of my thoughts to myself bc alexia's lurking here)
↳ alexiaputellas Yes, behave... 🤨
sofie.svava looking gewd amiga!!! 😇
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username1: o-oka…okay.. ma’am 😳
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m 💌 I hope you're having a great time together. Don't forget to drink enough if you're out in the sun a lot! (And I don't mean alcohol, jajaja)
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m 💌 Ah, no... pls don't tell me you fell asleep in the sun again ☹️
m 💌 I have to go now so I'll call you later tonight. Te amo mas que nadie and take care!!
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m 💌 Just saw your post. Are you trying to make me miss you even more? I miss seeing your gorgeous face, it always makes me so happy seeing you.
m 💌 You know it’s been torture not having you around, right?
m 💌 I miss you so much, YN
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you i miss you too, my love. the most. i'll be back before you know it! more rested than ever 😚💅🏽 and don't worry, i didn't fall asleep. we were on a boat! i'll tell you more in a bit on the phone.
you soon we’ll see each other again, vale? we can go on a trip of our own. for now, just try not to miss me too much 😘
you sent you a photo ▼
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a/n: wishing you the sweetest start of your week! i hope someone does something nice for you and if not, then here's a flower from me to you already 🌻
today you played chelsea in the second leg of the liga de campeonas. the first leg didn’t go to plan but you and the team hope to turn it around in london, to get to the final in bilbao.
you and your fiancée patri were heading down to the conference room where joan laporta and xavi puig were waiting to speak to the team before you left for the stadium.
you looked out of the hotel room window to see some fans waiting outside for you which left a faint smile on your face.
the both of you sat at a table, mariona beside you and mapi beside patri. He told us how proud of you he was and that you were going to go out and win.
patri reached for your hand under the table, she clearly knew something was up. you brushed your thumb over her knuckles to reassure her that you were fine. you were just worried about the match, it could decided whether barcelona get to the final or knocked out.
you left the conference room, hugging and shaking hands with joan and xavi on the way out. patri and you returned to your hotel room to collect your luggage to put on the coach.
“hey bonita.” patri softly spoke, taking her hands into yours.
“hey cariño.” a smile broke out on your face, you could never not smile at your fiancée.
“how are you feeling.”
“i’m okay it’s just nerves.” you looked up at her, your eyes big.
“we just have to play our best.” she replied lifting your chin up with her index finger.
“sí, te quiero.” you mumbled into her lips as she dropped her soft lips on to yours.
the both of your wheeled your luggage downstairs into the reception of the hotel, you could hear the fans calling your names. “y/n! y/n, por favor firme!”
you took a photo with the two young children, signing their books. you found out that they had come all the way from palma which is where patri is from.
“patri.” you signalled her to come over and take a photo with the children.
“y/n! please sign!” an english girl called.
“hi are you okay.” she didn’t respond but handed you a pen, “you look a bit overwhelmed nena, everything okay?”
“i’m sorry i’m just in shock, you and patri are my favourite players.”
“Awh mi corazón, what is your name?” you asked her.
“i’m georgia, but gee is fine.” she smiled up at you.
“okay gee, would you like a photo?”
“can i have a photo with you and patri?” she pleaded.
“of course you can.” you grinned.
her friend took her phone and snapped a photo of the three of you, “thank you so much, i appreciate you!”
“your welcome.” you gave her a hug.
patri gave you ass a slight slap as you got on the bus, which you gave her a glare. she sat next to you intertwining her hand with yours kissing your knuckles.
you rested your head on her shoulder slotting your AirPods in your ears playing your shared playlist on spotify. the busy streets of london flicked by, you could see chelsea and barcelona shirts adorning fans as they walked to stamford bridge.
chantaje by shakira and maluma began to play. this was yours and patri’s song as it was the song you dirty danced to in manuelas when you first got together six years ago.
the coach arrived outside the back of the stadium, more fans congregated waiting for the team. this time you wanted to concentrate so you didn’t stop you just smiled at them and walked in going to the dressing room.
“you okay cariño.” patri spoke coming over to you, her locker opposite yours.
“sí, tú?” you replied putting your bag down.
“sí, te quiero.”
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it was finally time for the match, the team were getting ready to go and warm up, “y/n do you have your hairspray?” mariona asked with a wink.
“yes, here.” you handed it to your fellow teammate.
patri eyed you from her locker as you interacted with mariona. you bit your lip as you looked at your fiancée, she signalled with her finger for you to come over to her. you threw your training shirt on and slowly walked over to her.
“what are you doing cariño.” she hummed into your ear, roughly pulling you onto her lap.
“she just wanted some hairspray pats.” you rolled your eyes.
“yes but she was flirting with you.”
“and your my fiancée.” you raised a brow, lifting her hand kissing just below her engagement ring.
you pecked her lips, jumping off her lap going to you own locker to put your shin pads and socks on. you put your boots on and got ready to go out onto the pitch.
a lot of fans were already filling the stadium, a massive cheer sounded as you all ran out which reassured you a little bit. you gathered in a circle to begin some dynamic stretches, patri stood opposite you again. her face was in the zone she was ready for this match much like you were.
the team all broke off to do some ball work, you worked with your fiancée of course. she would kick the ball to you and you would practice your shots and the goalkeepers would practice their saves.
after a while the teams returned to their dressing rooms before kick off. you changed into your match shirt before approaching patri who was captaining until alexia was subbed on.
“buenas suerte corazón.” you half smiled.
“y tú mi vida, te quiero mucho.” she kissed your lips softly.
“te quiero mucho.”
the team then lined up in the tunnel, the mascots standing by your side excited to be walking out with such players, “hi y/n”
“hi are you okay.” you checked on the young girl with a big smile.
“i’m okay, barcelona are going to win.” she beamed.
“i hope so, any score predictions.” you replied in broken english.
“2-0 to barcelona.”
“if it is 2-0 to barcelona i’ll come and find you at the end of the game and give you my shirt signed, how does that sound?” you said holding her hand.
“oh wow thank you so much!” she giddly jumped up and down.
“your welcome now let’s go!” you followed mariona out of the tunnel as the champions league anthem began to play.
you watched your fiancée lead the team out, exchanging pennants with erin cuthbert the chelsea captain, god she looked hot when she was concentrating.
the team photo was taken, patri’s arm had a firm grip around your waist as it was taken, “patri bebita.”
“qué?” she said her grip tightening a little bit more.
“why so tight.” you pouted.
“because your mine.” patri grunted pulling you close into a hug.
you walked to your position to start, taking the knee before kick off. the whole team knew that this would be a difficult match but they just needed to get a few goals to go through.
as the game progressed, barcelona had been awarded a corner which you took. you passed it to salma who shot in the box but it got blocked away, luckily it landed at patri’s feet who passed it to lucy which she sent in but got passed away to you. you took the opportunity to strike but the keeper saved it.
patri had the ball again, she kicked to aitana who was in the box. aitana kicked it just before the opposition took the ball from her managing to get it in the bottom left corner.
“VAMOS!” you screamed running cover to aitana picking her up.
the team swarmed hugging everyone, “increíble!” patri said high fiving everyone.
the second half came around quickly, you were excited for this next half. you desperately wanted to get a goal or two so that the team would get to the final.
yet again barcelona had another chance, aitana passed the ball to patri. she tried to dribble with it but a chelsea player stood on her shin and foot with her boot trying to intercept. patri went down to the floor holding her foot.
“ay dios!” you shouted at the player, you kept shouting at her in spanish which you knew she didn’t understand by her body language, “por qué puta.” you spat.
“patri corazón?” you crouched by her side. all you got was a whine in response, “hey hey bebita, vamos let’s walk it off.” you picked her up walking across the pitch as you saw the girl got a second yellow card.
later on, patri passed a shot into space for you which you sent in and salma got her foot on it but it went a little too high. lots of chances came about but just weren’t executed correctly due to chelsea’s defence.
ingrid switched the ball over to you, you began to dribble with it running into the penalty area. lauren james came to your side, sweeping your legs out from underneath you. she was on the floor herself and made out that you were being overdramatic.
she then got up stamping hard on your lower back, you felt her studs piercing through your skin. your yelp caused patri to run over to you as you clutched your back.
patri went straight over to lauren pushing her and angrily shouting, “pats stop!” you croaked.
ona came to your side signalling for the medics to come, “ona tell her to stop por favor, patri she’ll get sent off too.”
irene pulled patri away from lauren, who’d received a red card for her actions. you bunched your shirt up to soak the blood up but it wasn’t working. the medics approached you with a stretcher, you knew your champions league dreams had come to an end.
you had to be lifted to lay on your back to let the blood come out to get rid of any potential infection. you waved to the crowd to let them know you were in good hands and you were okay.
you could see the worried look of your fiancée’s face who was stood on the pitch, tears in her eyes. you got rushed to the medical room, whimpers and cries still filled the air as the put you on an examination table.
“right y/n we are going to have to take your shirt off now is that okay?” one of the medical nurses spoke.
you nodded as they peeled the blood stained shirt off your rather limp body. they cleaned up the blood, and patched you up where her boot imprinted your skin. the medics said that you would be unavailable to play for 3-4 weeks, it depended on how quickly your back healed.
full time came around and your fiancée came rushing into the medical room, “hey soldado!”
“hey pats.” you smiled to see your future wife, “how did we do.”
her face fell as soon as those words came out of your mouth, “we um WON!” she exclaimed.
“you had me for a second there!” you clutched your chest.
“after your injury we got a penalty that frido scored.” she told you.
“a la final!” you cheered.
“sí but how are you doing?” patri sat beside you on your bed.
“i’m fine i just can play for 3-4 weeks as my back is still a bit delicate.”
“oh good, i’ll have to be nurse patri.” she said placing her hand on your thigh, “are you able to come out and celebrate?”
“yes i should think so but can you grab my coat out of my locker.”
“of course, your my top priority.” she grinned helping you off the bed.
you were changed into your barcelona tracksuit and your dunks when patri handed you your barcelona puffer jacket. she held your hand as you came back out into the stadium, the remaining fans erupting into cheer.
"Hi, Macca!" You grinned, rushing into the Keeper's waiting arms. "I missed you!"
"I've missed you too, kid," she smiled, squeezing you tightly. "How's Spain treatin' you?"
"Good."
"What about me?" Alanna questioned. "I haven't seen you in a while too, y'know."
"Oh, hi Lani," you patted the defender on the shoulder. "Didn't see you there."
"You're so mean," the cityzen feigned hurt, all too familiar with your playful antics. "Kyra said to go and meet her and Charli in her room. They need you for something. Probably a prank."
"Alright," you gave her and Mac fist-bumps as you walked past. "If I turn up dead tomorrow, you know what happened."
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"Hey, Ky, hey Char," you greeted, eyebrows raised as you followed Kyra into the room. "What was it you needed?"
"Y/N, perfect," Charli was suspiciously gleeful. "We've got some Tim Tams that we need eaten, but Ky and I have already had too many. You mind finishing them for us?"
"Sure," you agreed instantly, never one to deny a Tim Tam (even if it was way too early in the morning. "I'm down."
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In short, you consumed three whole packets of Tim Tams. Kyra and Charli had shared a look, the former getting up and grabbing a coffee from otherwise empty desk. "You look kinda tired. Have some coffee, it'll help you get through the jetlag for now."
You hadn't thought much of it, so you'd graciously accepted it and finished it within the hour.
"Y/N! Kyra! Charli!" Lydia's voice called through the door, followed by a couple of knocks. "We've gotta head to training! Get ready to go!"
You rolled your eyes, much to Kyra and Charli's amusement. "Yes, mum!"
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"MINIMINIMINIMINIMINIMINI!" you practically yelled, barreling towards the surprised Midfielder excitedly. "LOOKLOOKLOOKLOOK!"
"Woah, kiddo," she sidestepped, glancing over at Alanna. "You're a lot stronger than I am. Careful."
Alanna was quick to pull you into a hug in a fruitless attempt to calm you down. "What's goin' on, Y/N? You okay?"
You were shaking, bouncing up and down rapidly in the defender's arms. "What d'you mean? I'm great!"
You bolted away, somersaulting across the pitch before slamming your foot into a ball that had been laying on the ground. "WHEEEE!"
"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," Tony ran over with Steph in tow. "What's happened, kiddo? You just excited?"
"Yeah yeah yeah!" you did a random backflip for no reason other than you feeling like it. "I'm excited! Yup yup yup!"
Ellie looked severely ashamed for what she was about to whisper to Hayley. "Is she... is she high?"
"No, there's no way," the Madrid player shook her head instantly. "She cares about her career way too much to jeopardize it with something like drugs."
"Yeah, you're right. But if she's not high, then what?"
Across the pitch, Lydia and Mackenzie's eyes swept over each and every player like hawks.
Instead of being worried that a new, younger keeper would take their places when you joined the national team, they immediately took you under their wings and declared themselves as your team moms. It wasn't a secret that they'd kill anybody who messed with you.
"Mac," Lydia elbowed the West Ham captain. "Over there."
Mac's eyes zeroed in on two best friends, seemingly worried as they whispered in each other's ears. "Oi! Cooney! Grant! You got somethin' to share with the team?"
Both of their heads snapped up, fear written clearly all over their faces.
Two tall, angry Australian goalkeepers was a terrifying sight for anybody, but up until now, none of the Tillies had been on the receiving end of your team moms' wrath. Safe to say, no one was prepared.
"You give my kid something?" Macca demanded, rolling up her sleeves. "Why's she actin' weird?"
Charli gulped. "We— we, uh..."
"Spit it out," Mackenzie growled, ignoring the fact that you were currently clinging onto her leg like a koala. "What. Did. You. Do. To. My. Kid?"
"We gave her a bunch of Tim Tams," Kyra blurted out, caving as soon as Lydia dragged her thumb across her throat menacingly. "And... and... Charli gave her a coffee with, like, eight packets of sugar in it!"
"Me?!" Charli cried. "You literally handed it to her! And it was your idea! I only agreed!"
"Oh, you two are so dead," Mac glared, lumbering forward with much difficulty considering there was a 140-pound human attached to her right leg. "I swear to God, I'm gonna murder you both."
Lydia did it for her, seizing both troublemakers by the fronts of their shirts. "You think this is funny? Y/N can be fuckin' dangerous when she's hyper! She coulda run over Mini!"
Kyra looked past Lydia's shoulder to where you were snuggling into Macca's knee and babbling about racecars. "Uh—"
A smack to the back of the head shut her up real fast.
"Not now, Ky!" Charli hissed through gritted teeth.
"Tony!" Kyra pleaded as Lydia's grip on her training bib became tighter. "Tony, please!"
The manager held up his hands, walking backwards and almost tripping on the drinks cooler. "Nope. Not getting involved."
"Steph—"
The skipper looked around wildly. "I... I have to go plan your funeral! In the bathroom! Bye!"
"Ras, please—"
The Madrid player was gone before the gunner could even finish her sentence.
Lydia's eye twitched.
"Uh-oh."
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"Y/N, babes, you good?" Ellie asked, nudging you slightly.
You blinked slowly. "Huh?"
"I'm gonna go get Mac, I'll be right back."
True to her word, the Lyon defender returned a minute later with the ever-protective older keeper at her side.
"Y/N's kind of out of it," Ellie explained as your head bobbed slightly. "I think she's crashing from the sugar."
"Aww, kiddo," Mackenzie sat beside you on the bench, using a hand to place your head on her shoulder. "It's only three, you tired?"
"Mhmm," you murmured, only half-paying attention. "Sleepy."
She sent a cowering Kyra and Charli a death glare. "Go to sleep, kid. I'm sure Tony wouldn't mind. Right, Tony?"
The manager instantly agreed, giving you both an awkward and slightly terrified thumbs-up. "I— yup. Whatever you want, girls. It's- it's totally up to you."
Lydia walked over, brushing a flyaway out of your face. "I'll bring you up to your room when we're done here. Get some rest, kid."
She’ll get you anything you need and will help you clean up after sex + she’ll run a bath or a shower for you and will join you
B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)
Teagan’s favorite body part is her hands, she loves having her hands on your body and making you feel good
Her favorite body part of yours is your chest, she loves marking up your chest even though she knows no one but her will know they are there
C: Cum (anything to do with cum)
Will have you suck her fingers after she made you cum
D: Dirty Secret
She looks through a folder on her phone of pictures and videos she took during sex when the two of you are apart
E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?)
Teagan is experienced and it showed the first time you had sex
F: Favorite Position
Doesn’t care about the position, she just loves making you feel good so it doesn’t matter what the position is
G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)
Teagan will make plenty of jokes but she’s still pretty serious during sex
I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)
Most of the intimacy is after sex rather than during
J: Jack off (Masturbation HC)
Teagan likes watching you get yourself off and telling you what to do
K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Daddy kink, every time you call her ‘daddy’ she fucks you harder
L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)
She doesn’t care about location, if you both are particularly needy then she’ll find somewhere more private
M: Motivation (What turns them on?)
Making out with you is a quick and easy way to turn her on
N: No (Something they wouldn't do)
She’s not opposed to much, she’s willing to try anything once
O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)
Teagan loves going down on you, she would spend all her time between your legs if you’d let her
P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?)
Fast and rough but there are times when it’s slower and more sensual
Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies)
Loves them, they happen as often as they can when you don’t have time to actually have sex
R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting)
She’s willing to try anything you want to try
S: Stamina (How many rounds)
You two can go for a lot of rounds that are on the shorter side
T: Toys
She changes which strap she uses every time
U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)
Teagan loves to tease you, she loves how you beg her to touch you
V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make)
Teagan isn’t loud, you’re the loud one between the two of you
W: Wild Card (Random HC)
The first time you called her ‘daddy’ it just slipped out while she was fucking you and she stopped in surprise by how much she enjoyed you saying that and told you to say it again while fucking you harder
Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
It’s on the higher side, she hates the two of you can’t have sex most of the time
Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
She only falls asleep after you do so however long it takes for you to fall asleep is how long it takes her
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