The Dinosaur’s Identity || Victoria Pelova x Arsenal WFC
Being injured is the worst thing that can happen to Victoria Pelova. The boredom in the stands is killing her, so she decides that if she can’t help the team with her passes, she’ll do it by boosting morale… in a very unconventional way.
Based on this request -> here, I hope you like it!!
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The atmosphere at London Colney was the typical one for a recovery Tuesday. Low music, light tactical work, and a group of players who clearly preferred to be competing in a small-sided game instead of stretching with resistance bands.
Victoria Pelova, officially out with an injury, had spent two weeks trapped in the worst possible nightmare: being a spectator.
So when the club’s marketing department asked for volunteers to help Gunnersaurus during an open session for social content…
Vic didn’t hesitate for even half a second.
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The problem started when Gunnersaurus stopped behaving like Gunnersaurus.
Near the touchline, the club mascot wasn’t waving with its usual slow and adorable movement.
It was juggling a ball.
And not juggling it badly.
It was doing technical touches. Foot changes. Impossible feints with a costume that weighed as much as a center-back.
Then it did a perfect around the world.
"Since when does the dinosaur have that much flow?" Katie McCabe asked, stopping dead with her hands on her hips.
"I don’t know…" Leah Williamson replied, squinting. "But it just nutmegged one of the groundskeepers and I’m pretty sure that violates some club policy."
Inside the suit, Vic was dying of heat.
But she was also living her best life.
Watching training through the mesh of the dinosaur’s mouth gave her a dangerous sense of anonymity. No one expected anything technical from a mascot.
That, for Pelova, was basically an invitation to chaos.
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Gunnersaurus decided to approach the team’s rondo.
Without permission.
It stepped into the middle of the circle.
"Oh, no…" Kim Little murmured, watching the dinosaur raise its hands asking for the ball.
Beth passed the ball to it… just to laugh.
Gunnersaurus made a perfect first touch.
Then it turned.
Then it left Stina Blackstenius rooted to the spot with a nutmeg that triggered a chorus of screams.
"NAH!" Stina threw her arms up, offended. "That was personal!"
The dinosaur celebrated by doing a small clumsy moonwalk that ended with its tail hitting a cone.
"Okay," Leah said slowly. "This is starting to get suspicious."
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The chaos escalated when it saw Alessia Russo practicing shots.
Vic positioned herself in goal.
Less raised an eyebrow.
"This can’t end well."
She shot to the top corner.
The dinosaur flew.
Literally flew.
It launched itself with an exaggerated diving save, clearing the ball with the tip of its plush hand while the tail spun dramatically in the air.
Silence. Complete.
"…Excuse me?" Alessia said.
Gunnersaurus rolled across the grass, stood up, and started doing a completely ridiculous dance right in front of her.
Lotte doubled over laughing.
Katie dropped to her knees.
Kim pressed a hand to her forehead.
"That dinosaur trained in youth football in the Netherlands, I’m convinced," Leah muttered.
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Vic’s next target was the coaching staff.
She intercepted one of Renée’s tactical boards.
She started pointing at positions.
Then she moved magnets with unsettling precision.
"…Is it suggesting a high press line?" Renée asked, genuinely confused.
The dinosaur nodded.
"This is concerning," Beth whispered.
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By that point, the entire team had stopped training.
They all watched the dinosaur.
Which was now doing competitive sprints against Freya Godfrey.
And winning.
"Okay," Leah said, crossing her arms. "This isn’t normal anymore. I’m going to say it."
She turned to the group.
"That dinosaur moves exactly like Pelova."
Silence.
"No…" Katie said slowly. "She wouldn’t be that psychotic."
At that moment, Gunnersaurus did a perfect roulette.
"…It’s Pelova," Beth confirmed.
The dinosaur froze.
Completely motionless.
Then it slowly raised a plush thumbs-up.
And ran.
"HEY!" Katie shouted. "COME BACK HERE, PREHISTORIC CREATURE!"
The chase was immediate.
Players running behind a giant mascot all around London Colney was exactly the kind of content the social media team prayed to capture someday.
Vic zigzagged between cones.
Jumped mini hurdles.
She even tried to hide behind a ball cart.
Which didn’t work because she was almost three meters tall.
"PELOVAAAA!" Beth shouted, trying to grab the tail.
The dinosaur squealed something incomprehensible and sped up.
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The escape ended near the gym.
When Gunnersaurus turned too fast.
Stepped on its own tail.
And fell face-first onto a mat with a dramatic puff.
Leah and Beth arrived first.
"Stay still," Leah ordered, trying to hold the head of the costume.
The dinosaur started kicking.
Muffled laughter could be heard from inside.
"Oh, it’s definitely Vic," Beth said, pulling at the helmet.
After a few seconds of completely ridiculous struggle…
The green head flew off.
And Victoria Pelova appeared.
Red.
Sweaty.
With her hair stuck to her forehead.
And smiling like she had just won the Champions League.
"Hi, girls," she panted. "How was training?"
The entire team burst into laughter.
"PELOVA!" Leah tried to sound angry, but she was laughing too hard. "You could’ve gotten injured again!"
Vic shrugged.
"Technically, I was in dinosaur mode. That counts as extra protection."
"You tried to coach tactics with Renée," Kim added, amused.
"I had good ideas."
"You made an insane save against me!" Alessia accused.
Vic winked at her.
"Jurassic reflexes."
Katie shook her head.
"Two weeks injured and you decide to become a ninja mascot. Incredible."
Vic extended the costume’s giant hands so they could help her stand up.
"Being a club legend is exhausting," she said proudly. "But someone had to keep the competitive level high while I’m not playing."
Beth tossed her a water bottle.
"Next time, warn us before trying to humiliate us in a plush costume."
pairing: stina blackstenius x friends with benefits!reader
back and forth, back and forth. that's how it is with you and stina, only you're not happy to be a hook up anymore.
★ warnings phone sex, semi public sex (stina is at the bar), dirty talk, mutual masturbation, friends with benefits, a little bit of degradation please let me know if i missed anything out!
Like always it starts with your phone ringing, the shrill shriek of the factory setting ringtone echoes throughout your bedroom as you roll over, hand slapping around the rustled duvet covers frantically for your phone. The moonlight shining in from your window provides adequate lighting as the screen lights up your face, causing you to squint.
Stina. It’s Stina calling you.
Of course it is, it always is at this time of night. Usually when the alcohol from the celebrations of whatever trophy she’s one, you don’t really care, you never really have, the nonchalance for her job as Arsenal’s striker flows through just as much as the wetness that drips from your core at the sound of her voice.
Oh god, her voice. The very thought of it causes your thighs to rub together deliciously as heat starts to pool through you as you hear her voice in your mind, the way her accent would curl around syllables in a way that would make you weak in the knees, the way she would moan out your name as her fingers gripped around your throat, restricting your airflow. the sinful thoughts swirl around your mind long enough that you don’t remember swiping to answer her, you don’t remember greeting her.
“Are you alone?” She rasps, almost desperate in her plea. It’s odd, usually she is much more refined and proper, as proper as you could be in a friends with benefits situation, but tonight? Tonight desire is clutching at every ounce of her decision making, so much so that it plummets your brain back to earth, back to her.
You gulp, throat dry at the mere thought of her. “I-i am… yeah…” You whisper, fighting the urge to drag your hand down your body to your core already. “Are you?” You choke out quickly as you become single minded in your desire to have a piece of Stina. If only for tonight.
She hums in conformation , deep and throaty and you can imagine her throat bobbing up and down as she swallows before speaking. “Good, yeah. Great. Listen I- I-“ she stops suddenly as a soft bang of a door opening echoes throughout the speaker, the rush of music softly surrounds her words. "I really need you." She chokes out and you can envision her face getting all hot and flustered in your minds eye.
"Stina... aren't you with the team right now?"
"Yeah, but fuck... god i'm in the toilets and I really need you, baby... help me out?" She husks and you can feel yourself slowly start to drip into your cotton pyjama shorts at the tone of her voice and the fact that she needs you.
You quickly nod, forgetting that she can't hear you. “Of course, Stina. Anything for you.”
Stina’s breath crackles softly down the line, uneven, like she’s trying to hold herself together and failing. You can picture her too vividly, her head tipped back against a cold tiled wall, one hand braced beside her, the other pressed to her core in desperation.
“Anything,” you repeat, quieter this time, because the word feels like it belongs in the dark.
There’s a shaky exhale on her end, almost a laugh, almost a groan, something frayed at the edges. “Good… good. I just, I needed to hear your voice. You have no idea what you do to me.”
Your pulse stumbles. The room feels smaller, warmer, as if her body heat is somehow bleeding through the phone as her breath scrapes softly against the speaker, uneven and too close, like she’s leaning into the phone just to stay upright.
“Baby…” she murmurs, voice low and frayed, “I shouldn’t be calling you from here.”
You swallow, pulse tripping. “Then why are you?”
A shaky exhale. You can almost feel it against your neck as she mutters “because I can’t stop thinking about you,” she admits, the words rough, unguarded. “I’m supposed to be celebrating with the team, but all I can hear is your voice in my head. All I can feel is you.”
Your thighs press together instinctively. The room feels warmer, smaller. “Stina…” you whimper, kicking your shorts off as you hear her fingers become covered with the slick noise of her own wetness.
“God, baby, it’s so bad, i’m aching for you in my fucking jeans.”
“Are you touching yourself, Stina?”
She moans slightly, the first sign of her composure breaking, “Uh- uh huh…” She whimpers, the sound of her fingers slowly pumping in and out of her sopping cunt echoes slightly through the phone.
You copy her actions as you slowly rock your hips, your fingers circling your clit gently, as your breathing gets heavier, your other hand plunges in and out of you exactly as Stina would do if she were laying above you. “Me too,” you husk with a hitch in your voice.
“Yeah? You are? Are you Imagining its me, baby? That it’s me fingering that tight little pussy of yours?”
You moaned like a whore at her words, the sheer filth of them causing you to grow even wetter as heat spread to your core. “I am, Stina, I am…”
At your words Stina’s breath picked up, you longed to see her in the flesh, not just imagining her or hearing her through the phone. You could picture her so clearly, her cheeks all rosy and flush whilst you could hear her try to stifle her moans, the unfortunate timing of this whole encounter was not lost on you both yet it made you both all the more wet. You were desperate for her, there was no doubt about it. It had been so long for the pair of you, months without Stina even touching you so much so that you found yourself getting impossibly close to your climax far too soon.
“Stina..” You moan unabashadly, “I’m so close…” You breath heavily through the phone at the sound of her own reactions, her own filthy moans that fill your ears and send you hurtling towards the edge.
“Yeah, you are? Are you gonna come to my voice like the little slut you are?” She hisses, her voice sultury as she picks the pace of her fingers up.
“Yes! Yes!” You cry out in response as you quicken the pace of your own fingers, circling rapidly as you finger yourself with an almost degraded and all consuming need. With a few more thrusts you rapidly come undone, coating your fingers and your bed sheets in a creamy white.
Stina groans heavily at the sound of your own orgasm, theres a loud clunk, almost like she’s smacked the porcelain sink in haste to keep herself upright. “I’m gonna–” she begins to say before she’s cut off by the sound of her own orgasm.
Her moans are delectable, pure perfection to your ears if not a little quiet due to the public setting, however they are gone too soon as you hear her grabbing paper towels and cleaning herself up as you lay drenched in the afterglow of a starved orgasm, you allow yourself to be drowned in golden bliss before it is shattered by Stina’s voice on the other end of the line.
“Thank you, you really helped me out.” She says calmly, her voice giving nothing away.
“Oh… anytime…” You mutter happily, still drenched in bliss before you remembered the state which you were in. “Are you going to come over to clean me up?” But there was no answer, no nothing. Just the sound of repetitive static where her voice should be, it was typical and the way it had always gone, with her vanishing mid‑sentence, leaving you holding the ghost of her attention.
You pulled the phone away, staring at the screen as if it might correct itself, as if she might reappear and smooth over the silence the way she always promised she would. Instead, the call timer kept ticking, indifferent, and something inside you dipped, the feeling that you would never answer Stina Blackstenius’ calls ever again.
Well, at least until she called you in the middle of the night again.
