Its Not What You You Know, Itās Who You Know Smut 18 reader
Taking Your Crown Smut 18 reader
Taking Your Crown part 2 wip
A First Time For Everything Smut 18 reader
Hands Smut 18 reader
Sweaty Sessions Smut 18 reader
Sex On The Beach Smut 18 reader
Frustrations Smut 18 reader
Cravings Fluff reader
Is It Cold In Here? Smut 18 reader
First Day Fluff reader
Spoilt Princess Smut 18 reader
Early Riser Smut 18 reader
On Your Knees Smut 18 reader
Battle Wounds Smut 18 reader
The Big One Smut 18 reader
Pre Game Nerves Smut 18 reader
Another Love (Flatline) Smut 18 reader angst
Don't Choke Smut 18
Pottery Smutty, not smut
Car Ride - fluff
Bossy Smut 18
Mile High Club Smut 18
Trick Or Treat Smut 18
No Self Control Smut 18
Aren't We All Sinners?
Too Close To The Sun Smutty, not smut
Distraction Smut 18
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Alexia Putellas, Lucy Bronze, Mapi Leon, Ona Battle
Guess Who Smut 18 reader
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Mapi Leon & Ingrid Engen & Rudy
Sandcastles Fluff Small appearance from reader and alexia
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Lucy Bronze & Alessia Russo
Like A Virgin Smut 18
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Lucy Bronze & Leah Williamson
Co-Host Smut 18
Co-Host Part 2 Smut 18
Co-Host Part 3 Smut 18
Co-Host Part 4 Smut 18
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Lucy Bronze & Ona Batlle
Bronze Is Better Than Gold
Bronze Is Better Than Gold Part 2
Bronze Is Better Than Gold Part 3
Bronze Is Better Than Gold Part 4 Smut 18
Bronze Is Better Than Gold Part 5
Bronze Is Better Than Gold Part 6 Smut 18
Epilogue - yomama493094
The Big O Smut 18
Many Shades Of Green Smut 18
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Lucy Bronze
The Last Puzzle Piece Smut 18 reader
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Jenni Hermoso
You Taste Like Vanilla Smut 18 reader
A Little Cocky A Little Toxic Smut 18 reader
This Thing Is Toxic pt 2 - by 2truthsand1lie Smut 18 reader
This Thing Is Toxic pt 3 by 2truthsand1lie Smut 18 reader
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Mapi Leon
Coffee Shop Smut 18 reader
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Blurbs Smut 18 reader
WIPās below
WIP's can be found here
Request - closed but also open. I'm trying to be strict but if I really like it and its something I haven't really done I'd like to give it a try. So feel free to send it in but keep in mind, Iām bad with finishing my own ones. I wont know when I can get these done, as you can see Iām a bit of a serial jumper to different stories. BUT please let me know if you want to ask another writer, I understand Iām taking forever.Ā
Also guys I'm a slow writer, I donāt like rushing, and when I do I never like the end product so please bear with me.Ā
And as always we know I chat shit.Ā
And also thank you for all the love on here, I love hearing what you guys have to say, always feel free to jump in for a chat or any questions! ā¤ļø
I wanted to start off by saying how AMAZINGLY talented you are; your fics never, ever disappoint. Thank you so so so much for posting your writing on here!!
I just re-read "Guess Who" (holy shit it's so gooooodddd), and then I saw the comments under about a possible part two where the reader can see them and stuff, so I checked your wips and I can see that you have it listed (yayyyy!!). So I was wondering if you had any sort of idea of when this would be out? I absolutely understand that writing and editing take time, and I'm very sorry if this makes u feel like I'm trying to push you for updates; I was just curious.
I hope you have a great day, and thank you again for writing; it is always of such amazing quality.
Stoppppp š„¹ thank you so bladdy much! Honestly thatās so kind š«¶š¼
Oh gosh, yeah, I definitely, definitely want to get a part 2 out. I just donāt know when! I have a good couple I need to finish first then Iād definitely get back into it!
And noooo, not pushy at all! Thank you so much for the kind words and the interest in the fic!! š«¶š¼š«¶š¼š«¶š¼
Girl I was using the translator because I didnāt understand what you mean š. But ideas for what ??? The sheriff one?
omg sorry! š¤£š¤£š¤£
Yeah, I mean I wonāt be touching that fic for a while (if I do it) but Iād like to start putting ideas down to come back to. So if you have any send them my way!
Wait i loved that little blurb of kidnapper ale š¤
Youve got me well excited for upcoming fics now ššš
thank you! i might start popping ideas down, i think it would be really fun to write!
ill give you a sneak peak of my lawyer reader fic.
a bit smutty 18
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You were tucked up in bed, reading glasses sat on your nose as you read your newest fantasy book.Ā
Smuyty fantasy book.Ā
You were engrossed. Deep in the pagesĀ
ā....Princess Azura knelt down before her enemy, the evil empress of the North. Her breath hitched as the empress gently combed her fingers through her hair. āTreat me like a Queen, Princessā¦.āĀ
Your clit throbbed just a little.
ā...Princess Azua shuffled on her knees, eyes stuck on the wet lips in front of her before taking one long broad stroke with her tongueā¦..ā
But your reading time was disturbed when you heard a faint thump coming from number 11.
You tried to ignore it and went back to your book.Ā
Then you heard it.Ā
A moan.
Then ā¦.another.Ā
Your wrist became limp, your book fell against the sheets as you strained your ears to listen.Ā
A muffled groan seeped through your walls.Ā
Your eyes popped open, āOh, my god.ā You whispered in disbelief before sitting up in your bed, completely forgetting about Princess Aura and her first time giving oral.
Before you knew it you were awkwardly sliding up against your head board, cheek pressed against the cool wall as your hands splayed out to hold you up.
That's when you could really hear it, the sounds of a woman moaning in pleasure, it was still muffled but you could hear everything. The blonde woman you had seen earlier was definitely having a good time by the sounds of things.Ā
Or faking it.Ā
It was evident your neighbours headboard was parallel to yours as a small thumping rhythm began to thud gently against the wall and straight into your ear.Ā
āOh, my God.ā You whispered.
You should stop listening. This was such a breach of privacy. And not to mention creepy on your part. You swore you were about to move and get back to your book but then another, louder moan came from the other side of the wall, sending a slight throb right between your legs.Ā Ā
āAle!ā The woman moaned through the walls.
Ale. So we finally have a name.Ā
The moans were getting louder, more desperate, and annoyingly really fucking hot.Ā
Maybe she wasn't faking it.Ā
The girl kept repeating the name. Like it was the only word she knew. Along with a few swears and a muffled ādios miosā.
You pulled your head away, you had to stop. This wasn't right.Ā
You pushed yourself off the wall and slipped back into your sheets, sighing as you picked your book back up.
Your eyes darted over the page, trying to pick up where you left off.
While the woman next door was about to get off.Ā
You didn't need to have your head pressed to the wall to hear her now. Her moans sunk through the plasterboard.Ā
āOh come on, he canāt be that good.ā You rolled your eyes.
The thumping got loudly rude now. The glass of water sitting on your side was shaking as your neighbor kept up his momentum. A part of you was a little surprised at how he had the energy to keep going.
Good for her you guess.Ā
Not that you were jealous. It just had been a while since you had gotten any yourself is allā¦
Okay, maybe you were a bit jealous. Of him, not her.Ā
And now your clit was throbbing.Ā
From going between Princess Aura on her knees to hearing a woman moan like she was seeing god herself, you didn't have much will power.Ā
You looked over at your draw.Ā
You slowly slid it open.
Your fingers wrapped around the plastic.
And you pulled out your toy.
Your thumb hit the button, the familiar vibration shot through your fingers.Ā
The woman's moans continued.
You knew you didn't need any lube.Ā
You slowly slid your pj shorts down your legs, your wetness already evident.Ā
You flopped your thighs open and brought the toy to your core.
āFuck.ā You hissed as you finally gave in.Ā
Well, this was a first. Getting off to your neighbours.
Im so late to this discussion but I love the idea of the mouth strap like yes alexia ride my face please and thank you š
Right?? Like, jump on, cow girl! š
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This mad me thinkā¦
Au fic where alexia is a wanted cow girl with a bounty on her head and youāre new the sheriff in town and you can only keep the job if you track her down.
Bur she ends up tracking you down.
Or maybe youāre the daughter of the sheriff and she kidnaps you to threaten the sherif to remove the bounty from her.
Itās probably just said for social media content. But it doesnāt stop your mouth from opening and asking if Alexia wants to spend extra time training after practice ends for the day.
Wordcount: 1.9k
a/n: Something short and largely unedited bc when the inspiration bug bites, you just gotta ride it out.
You strolled into training Monday morning and knew from the drop that it was about to be a very different season than last year.
Largely because the club had made some big signings over the summer transfer and now sat with a bloated roster.
Part of you was concerned with where you would fit into the coach's plan when the likes of Alexia Putellas and Mapi LeĆ³n are now in contention. Nobody signs names like theirs to not play them.
Thankfully you feel a bit of relief that your position on the right wing means you at least won't be battling either of them for a spot.
The nerves settle quickly that first day.
Jana is still Janaāloud and bubbly and talking a mile a minute in both English and Spanish and occasionally Catalan to Alexia who keeps murmuring, "English, Jana."
You and the defender became fast friends last season. You both came onto the squad as new signings together, and with her tumultuous and last-minute sale by BarƧa, you made it your duty to make sure she acclimated well to the English culture shock.
Jana in turn looped you into the Spanish way of life. She's taught you some of her mother's recipes and why you should never equate a catalana with Madrid. Ever.
Jana became your best friend last year.
You jokingly (well, partly) told her when news broke of Alexia joining the team that you supposed your top friend status had been revoked for the upcoming season.
Jana just grinned at you over your FaceTime call and said she was enjoying your jealous side. With a quick add that you and Alexia would be good friends; she was sure of it.
So, you suppose you should have known then that you would end up in closer orbit to Alexia than most of the team, considering your mutual friendship of Jana.
What you hadn't considered is that you and Alexia would launch head-first into something all your own.
And all because of a comment she made week 1.
It was a clip recorded for the teamās social media page. It wasn't meant for you. But like anything in football, proximity means you hear and see things about each other because there is no privacy on the pitch. And definitely not on a team holding 35-some names on the roster.
Training is loud and chaotic at times.
Alexia is commanding in training. Her accented English calling for a ball or praising a play as if it is second nature. But when the whistle blows to end a drill, she's quiet.
You've seen the smile as she listens to all the ongoing conversations.
You've seen the questioning eyes when she isn't sure exactly what a slang word means or a truly English-coded phrase.
You've seen the utter confusion when Alana tries to talk to her in that hard-to-follow accent even for those born of the language.
And you have insider knowledge from Jana's first year of just how difficult it can be to follow a conversation and join in when topics move so quickly. Internal translation doesn't always keep up.
You're not quite as quiet. Especially around your people. But you notice things.
Your mother would always say that as a kid you would watch the dew form in the morning if she let you.
Noticing details is your normal.
So when Alexia makes that comment with her little tentative side smile to the camera, and a hand fiddling with her hair, you notice her voice go soft at the end.
"But not alone!" She corrects with a somewhat tight laugh. "With my teammates!"
Not alone.
"Alexia?" You ask once the social media lead has wandered away to capture more content, mouth opening without your explicit consent.
She turns at the sound of her name, eyebrows raised expressively in question of who needs what from her now.
The catalana sighs lightly and gives you a smile, gesturing to the ground next to her in offer.
You plop down a respectful distance away, unsure if you should even be here right now.
"Want to practice that connection drill from yesterday after training today? I could use a few more reps I think," you finally settle on, hoping it lands in a friendly manner and not as an obligation or weird attempt to get closer to her.
She nods immediately. "Yes. I am free."
You grin in relief. "Awesome!"
And this is how you find yourself sharing the field an hour later with five balls, two mannequins set up as the opposition, and one Alexia Putellas.
You set off in another repetition of the drill, passing her the ball and looping past in a cutting run off to her left.
Alexia sends you a quick back heel pass that you collect as you spin around a mannequin, dragging the ball around as you do so to use your body to protect possession.
And then you are sprinting off, the ball at your feet and an open net ahead. You lob a rocket in from outside the box. It easily finds the back of the net.
"Yes Good!" Alexia exclaims with excitement.
"Thanks!" you respond and then pause. Something about that feels slightly off.
You turn, eyes finding hers, wondering if maybe your brain froze in the moment and she actually said it was shit or something.
Alexia is rooted to the spot, head tilted. "You knowā¦Catalan?" She asks softly instead of reiterating that you need more work.
That's why the words sounded a bit off. Not because you heard something that wasn't there. But because you heard something that was. Just not in your language. In hers.
You jog back to the start where she stands in the center circle, slightly breathless from your run.
"I've been bothering Jana to help me learn Catalan. But she's a terrible teacher, really," you joke. "I started learning on an app. Her parents let me practice with them when they visit."
"Why Catalan?" Alexia asks, face curious. "No need here."
Your face tightens for a second. "Jana had a bit of a rough couple months when she started," you state.
"She never mention it," Alexia mutters.
"The way she left Barcelona hurt," you offer with a shrug. "And her English is really good. Yours too," you add hurriedly. "But I know she was missing home."
"So you learn language for her?" Alexia clarifies.
"Well, she also took me back home on one of our breaks. And I gotta say, Catalan girls are something else. Figure I up my chances of landing one if I can flirt in their own language," you state with a smirk.
Alexia's lips quirk up in amusement. "Catalan girl, hmm? So you and Jana when?"
"No, absolutely not," you exclaim with a gasping laugh. "She's too much for me."
"Too much?"
"I'm about the highest level of extroverted I can handle on a daily basis," you say with a grin. "Jana is about 100 points past that. I need someone quieter than me in my relationship, not competing noise."
"She help you learning flirting in Catalan?" Alexia asks with a smirk.
You groan. "I have game," you defend. "But no, she nor Duolingo have been helpful on that front. Yet."
"I speak Catalan," she stats.
You nod slowly. "I am aware. The fourteen years at Barcelona sort of gave it away."
Alexia rolls her eyes at you. "I could teach."
You sputter. "I'm going to get flirting lessons from La Reina? In Catalan?"
"I am good at game," she states with a shrug. "I speak Catalan. I know how Catalan girls flirt. Easy solution, no?"
You're silent, gaze locked on hers.
The black training top really makes her eyes pop.
Should you be noticing that?
Are you allowed to notice that?
The mannequins sway slightly in the light wind cutting across the field.
Sweat beads down the back of your neck.
Alexia watches you.
You lick your lips, thoughts chaotic as you internally process what she just said.
"Okay," you croak. "How about a trade?"
The catalana cocks her head, listening.
"I will show you around and translate whenever Alana corners you againā"
Her lips upturn at the joke.
"And in return you help me with my Catalan. Sound good?"
Alexia nods, a small smile on her face as she directs you to start the training drill again via a hand gently pushing the small of your back. Apparently enough time has been wasted on chatting.
She's quiet.
She's Catalan.
She's exceptionally pretty and exactly your type.
Maybe you won't need to head back to Barcelona for the opportunity to flirt in Catalan. You have the Queen standing in front of you, her eyes soft as she smirks at the lag your brain is still going through in the moment.
She is entirely aware of the effect she just had on you. And judging by the look on her face and the smile she is failing to hide, she likes it.
"Right, yeah," you murmur as you shake your head with a grin and jog back to your spot.
"Maybe we have extra time after this?" She ventures softly. "To do Catalan practice."
"I accept your offer to be my personal Catalan tutor. I can offer you pop culture references and dry humor as compensation," you joke.
Alexia sighs, shaking her head in amusement. "Your place or mine?"
"Do you have snacks?" You ask seriously.
"I just move here. I need to find shop," she answers with a frown, eyes flicking away as she mentally adds that to her to-do list.
"Okay," you break her train of thought. "Yours, and we'll stop and do the shopping on the way so you are all set for the week."
She's surprised. You can tell by the way her eyes widen before she tentatively nods.
"You're not the first Spaniard I've acclimated to England," you say with a cheeky wink, sending her a fast pass and kicking off another repetition of the drill without checking she was ready. "I now have a checklist!"
She receives the ball like it was her idea to start, a light tinkling laugh escaping at your words. She doesn't counter it, instead watching you make another run.
It is amazing really how good she is at just immediately going with the flow and slotting into space.
But as the ball finds the top corner again, you're definitely not complaining.
Playing with herātalking with herāfeels easy.
This season is going to be different.
And you have a feeling that isn't just due to football.
Because when she compliments your shot in Catalan, your stomach lurches in a way it hasn't in a long while. Your pulse thrums.
Alexia's smirk grows as you have to ask what exactly she said, Duolingo and Jana failing you in the moment.
"Maybe need lots of extra time," she says with a laugh, a finger swiping teasingly across your back as she leans down to grab her water bottle.
You let out a full-bodied laugh.
Her quick banter has taken you by surprise. You assumed you would have the upper hand here, English being your first language and all.
It seems like Alexia isn't going to just let you claim that, though.
Mouth strap is a bit much for me because Iām genuinely scared of it hurting my teeth and nose and I canāt get over that. However you are brilliant and Iām sure whatever you do will be fab
Yeah, teeth are important. You only get one set š
