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Late || Sue Bird x Reader

Summary: Sue finds it hard to keep her hands off of you

Warnings: smut, needy!sue

Word count: 1.1k

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"Look at you," your girlfriend smiled, coming up behind you. "Where are you going looking that good?"

You smiled as you continued to lean over the counter, puckering your lips to apply more gloss, giving Sue a perfect view of your ass against your dress.

"Oh, you know," you giggled, indulging the older woman. "Just a party."

Both you and the older basketball player had been invited to a party hosted by Sue's friend, Breanna Steward. Not having an excuse to dress up in a while, you decided to have fun and go all out.

And tease Sue in the process.

"Is it too late to convince you to stay in," Sue asks, her large hands coming to hold your waist, bringing your ass to her pelvis. "Please?"

You huff out a laugh as you continue to touch up your makeup, making sure everything was perfect while your girlfriend rubbed up and down your waist, hips, and ass. Eventually, she wrapped her arms around your waist, kissing your nape and your neck.

"Stop it," you sighed. "You're distracting me, love."

"Mmm, good," Sue responded, nuzzling her nose into your neck.

Her hands wandered up from your hips to your abdomen, holding you impossibly close to her. They continued up until she was cupping your breasts. You could feel her smirk into your skin as you gasped.

"Sue," you whine, feeling her palm your breasts through your dress. "Stop it, we're going to be late."

Your words didn't match your actions as you grind against her.

"Well, let's not be late," Sue said, turning you around and grabbing the heels that you wanted to wear off the counter.

You were speechless as you watched Sue drop to her knees helping you step into them. Her fingers expertly slid the straps of your heels into place before her hands softly grazed your calves, leaning down to place a kiss on your thighs. Her lips traveled to your inner thigh and you found yourself unable to stop the moan that left your lips.

"Tell me to stop, baby," she purred up at you. "Please tell me to stop."

You held onto the counter to keep yourself upright as her lips got closer and closer to your core.

"Don't stop," you whispered.

"Hmm," the older woman smirked. "I couldn't hear you."

You felt Sue blow on your heat, making you shiver and grip the counter even harder. She was so close you could feel her lips softly grazing where you needed her most.

"Please," you begged louder. "Don't stop."

You felt the warmth of Sue's tongue flick over the lace of your underwear, forcing you to lean against the counter. You let your head fall back as you began to grind your clothed clit onto her mouth.

Sue loved getting you like this. Hot and bothered, forgetting about everything except her. She was selfish with you.

You were so wet and so ready for her. She knew exactly how to make you desperate. Her fingers crept up and hooked on the hem of your underwear, pulling them down your legs as she looked up at you.

"Sue," you whimpered.

"You're alright, baby," she whispered, pushing you onto the counter.

Seeing you in heels never failed to make Sue heat up. Feeling them against her back as your legs rested on her shoulders was everything.

Your head fell against the mirror behind you as Sue's lips reconnected with your heat. Your hips bucked forward, your dress hiked up around your hips, and you found yourself completely vulnerable to what she wanted to do to your body. She didn't waste any time taking the initiative and sucking your clit into her mouth, pushing two fingers inside as well.

Sue's grip on your thighs began to tighten, her need to see you come undone increasing. She pulled you towards her, her grip unforgiving.

"Come on baby," she groaned into your heat. "You know what I want."

Your grip on the counter loosened as you quickly lost yourself to Sue's ministrations.

"Are you going to give it to me?"

Your fingers moved to her curls as you felt a pressure building in the base of your spine. Sue's eyes met hers and you saw your effect on her. Her freckle-littered cheeks were a light shade of pink and her eyes were glossed over with lust and need. Her usual clean ringlets were now frizzy, sticking up in random places.

You couldn't help but smile. It was exactly what you wanted.

"Ohhh," you moaned, your head tipping back once more. "Fuck, I'm close. I'm so close."

"I know, baby," Sue said, her fingers frantically pumping you. "You know what to do."

Your body moved in tandem with each thrust of her fingers in you. Taking your hand from her hair, you leaned back and looked down to watch her. Her eyes met yours again, her own desire and need clear to see.

"I need to see you cum," she said, her lips kissing your thigh. "I want to feel you cum on my fingers."

Your back arched at the sound of her voice as your body continued to move with her.

"Sue," you breathed.

"That's it," she said, looking up at you. "That's it, baby"

You gasped and moaned as she took everything you had to give, sucking and licking while continuing to pump her fingers in and out.

"Sue," you whimper. "Please."

The older woman smirked against you as she continued her ministrations. She took you to the edge easily and didn't stop until she pushed you over it. You cried out as you fell over the edge, grinding against her tongue. She took everything you gave her, lapping at your core until you had nothing left.

She loved the sounds you were making, the whimpers, and the gasps. You satisfied her in ways she couldn't describe. There would never be a moment she didn't crave you.

Sue's cheek rested against your thigh as you both caught your breath. She groaned as your nails raked through her hair, cleaning up the curls and scratching her scalp.

Sue took in the quivering of your hips and the shakiness of your breath, it made her happy. Happy that she could give you this pleasure.

Sue stood, rising above you and forcing you to look up at her.

"You always have a glow after you cum," she whispers against your lips.

You could feel your cheeks heating at her words.

"Come on," Sue motioned.

"But, it's your turn," you stuttered as she helped you off the counter.

She chuckled as she grabbed you a new pair of underwear and tossed them to you.

"You can get me back when we get home." She smirked. "After all, we wouldn't want to be late."

#sue bird #sue bird x reader #wnba imagines #wnba x reader #sue bird imagine #wnba

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WAG Life || Lucy Bronze x Reader

Summary: Lucy’s obsessed with the idea of you being her WAG

Warnings: established relationship, smut, strap-on, lucy having a domestic kink

Word Count: 2.6k

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The plane rocked back and forth due to turbulence as Lucy scrolled through her Instagram feed and her heart stopped when she saw her girlfriend. Instantly liking it, she thumbed through the photos of the recent post. It was mainly pictures of you at the women’s World Cup but she felt herself pause when she saw one; a photo of you cooking. She could feel herself heating up but it all came to a point when she read your caption:

Living my best WAG life.

She had always liked the idea of you being her little wife in the stands cheering her on and not having to work for anything. Only taking care of her, never wanting for anything, and relying solely on her. It was enough to make Lucy combust. You had no idea what you were doing to her, playing right into her fantasy without even realizing it.

"Fuck," she mumbled to herself.

As she scrolled through your posts, she noticed that you had posted a lot more homemaking content. Pictures of you cooking, cleaning, or rearranging things. If she didn't know better, she would think you were doing these things on purpose.

"Lucy, we're touching down soon," Millie called.

"Okay," Lucy mutters, not taking her eyes off her phone, off of you.

Lucy's need to see you doubled. She couldn't wait to get to your shared apartment and just be with you. You were all she could think about when the plane touched down. You were all she could think about when she was driving to the apartment. And you were all she could think about as she walked up the stairs.

Her insides tingled as she approached the door, unlocking it quietly and entering the space. She could hear footsteps on the hardwood floors before she could see the person they belonged to.

"Lucy!"

"Darling!"

You flew into her arms without a second thought, forcing her to drop her luggage to be able to catch you. Lucy automatically brought her hands under your butt to support you, groaning when she realized you weren't wearing pants

"You're home," you sighed into her neck.

"Damn right, I am."

"I missed you," you mumbled into her skin.

"I missed you," Lucy grinned, making her way over to the kitchen counter. "You know what else I missed?"

She could feel you shake your head.

"Your kisses."

You brought your face out of her neck finally and looked at her.

"I missed kissing you," you confessed, bringing your lips closer to hers.

Lucy couldn't take it anymore, softly placing her lips onto yours. The kiss was sweet and gentle as if you both were afraid to break the other. Lucy softly set you on the counter, the cold marble against your bare skin causing you to shiver.

As the footballer breaks the kiss, she looks around the apartment.

The last time Lucy had been in the apartment, you both had just bought it. It was empty save for a TV, a sofa, and a queen bed in the shared room. Now, it looked completely different. It looked like a home.

"You've been working," Lucy gawks.

"Do you like it," you ask shyly. "I wanted you to come home to something nice. You've worked so har-

She cut you off as she connected your lips once more, not being able to be away from you for long. Lucy could feel her insides melting at your words. This is everything she ever wanted.

"Everything is perfect," Lucy whispered in between kisses, rubbing your bare thighs. "It's beautiful."

Lucy watched as you beamed at the praise, a smile gracing your features.

"I was about to get started on dinner," you began. "Is there anything specific you want?"

Lucy almost moans at your question, "No, anything you make will be good."

You nod, giving her one more peck before getting to work and shooing her off to put her luggage away.

When Lucy returns, she can't keep her eyes off of you. The raven-haired woman was forced to watch as you hummed and twirled around the kitchen, cooking for her. You were cooking for her. It was enough to drive her mad.

"Luce, do you want to help me," you ask with a smile.

"No. I enjoy watching you," Lucy says simply.

"Okay."

As she watched you it dawned on her, you were wearing her old kit, the number 2 and the name "Bronze" showing proudly on the back. You really did have no idea what you were doing. Completely out of touch with how much you were turning your girlfriend on. Lucy could feel herself growing wetter and wetter by the minute.

"I think I'm going to go take a shower, love."

"Okay, I think everything should be in the shower caddy on the side. And the towels are in the cupboard under the sink," you explain, turning around and wiping your hands on a towel.

Everything you were doing was doing something to Lucy and it kind of annoyed her. She needed you so bad.

"O-okay," she stuttered walking off to the bathroom.

As she undressed, Lucy couldn't help but continue to think about you. Your words, your actions, your touch, all of it made her want you more and more. She turned the water on and stepped under the warm spray, closing her eyes and letting out a deep sigh. It felt amazing to be home and with you again.

She can't help but replay the scene in her head. You were cooking for her, taking care of her. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have you in her life. The steam filled up the bathroom as she lathered her body with soap. After a little bit, she hops out and quickly dresses in a sports bra and sweatpants.

She rounds the corner with her hands in her pockets and is greeted with a set table and you doing the dishes. She leans against the wall and watches you for a bit, nipping at her bottom lip and adjusting her glasses as she thinks. You hadn't noticed her yet, your attention focused on cleaning. So focused that you didn't notice her coming up behind you until you felt her hand around your waist and the other around your throat.

"Hello," you smile, the hand around your neck forcing you into an arch to face her.

"Hello," she smirked back, pecking your lips. "I was hoping you would join me in the shower."

"I'm sorry," you frown. "How about we take one tomorrow morning."

If you can walk, Lucy thought to herself.

"I love you being like this," Lucy sighs, releasing your neck and allowing you to turn and face her.

"Like what," you asked confused, loving the feeling of her arms around your waist.

"Like my little housewife," she sighs. "I love that you don't have to work and that you can just be home, taking care of me."

"I love doing it," you reply, wrapping your arms loosely around her neck.

After a beat of silence, you ask, "What are you thinking about?"

"You," Lucy whispers.

Her eyes stayed on yours as your breath hitched. You raised yourself up on your toes to shyly peck her lips, your hands loosely playing with strands of her hair Her hands trail from your waist to her shoulder blades.

"Jump."

You obey and wrap your legs around her waist, your lips automatically finding hers in a rough heated kiss. She devoured you, her tongue intermingling with yours as she did. She carried you to your shared bedroom, setting you down against the wall.

"What are you doing to me," Lucy asked, her accent thick.

You stared at her with doe eyes, confusion clouding them.

"Fuck, you've ruined me. I can't describe it. But, you've ruined me for anyone else."

You groan as she kisses your neck, her body pressed against yours firmly. Your moans only fueled her as she descended down to your core. Glancing up at you, she smirks as your brain begins to fizzle out, she can see it.

"What's got you so worked up, love," Lucy asks, her nose rubbing against your clothed slit. "Tell me."

"Fuck," you whimpered, your back pressing against the wall.

"I won't do anything until you tell me."

You gasp as her thumbs press against your hip bones, her hands holding the small of your back.

"Fuck," you whimpered. "I love being your housewife. It makes me feel really good."

Lucy moans into your thighs at your confession, her own thighs pressing together. Still kneeling, she raises herself up to kiss your stomach. Placing little pecks on your skin causing you to buck forward.

"Yeah? What else?"

"And, I love," you gasp as Lucy's tongue drags against your clothed core. "I love how you take care of me and how I don't have to think when you're around."

Lucy watched as you began to grind yourself onto her tongue, your hips shaking as your clit caught on the ridge of her wet muscle. She couldn't move as she watched in pure shock and awe. How were you so perfect? It was as if you were reading her mind.

Lucy's fingers hooked on your underwear as her eyes found yours. A smirk found its way onto her lips as your eyes quickly looked somewhere else, unable to handle the intensity. Cute.

Lucy slowly pulled your underwear down your legs, flinging them somewhere over her shoulder. You began to take your shirt off.

"No, love. Keep it on. Please keep it on," Lucy begged.

Your hands dropped the hem of the kit immediately.

"Love seeing you in this, baby," Lucy breathed, lifting one of your legs onto her shoulder. "Can't wait to fucking make you a Bronze."

You shuddered against her as her nose rubbed against your clit, sending jolts of electricity up your spine. Your hands moved to her hair, gripping it, keeping your girlfriend in place as her tongue lapped at your clit. You couldn't stop the sounds coming from your mouth, your head falling back against the wall.

You whimpered as your hips bucked up into her face. Lucy cooed at your embarrassment, smirking as you brought your hands up to your face.

You were the cutest little thing ever, your mouth open as you threw your head back against the wall. Lucy's fingers finally entered you, stroking your walls in a way that had your juices running down her arm.

"Look at that," Lucy groaned, lips still coated in you. "Did you need me that bad?"

"Please," you whimpered, hips bucking into her face.

"Please what," Lucy panted. "Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you baby. But you have to tell me."

"Hm? I can't hear you, love. You're gonna have to speak up."

"Fuck me, please," you gasped, as Lucy tapped on your clit.

Her muscles bulged as she stood, now towering over you.

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

She lifted you up, wrapping your legs around her waist before connecting your lips. She was sure you felt it, the bulge in her sweats. Just to be sure, she began to grind her hips into you, loving the way you moaned into the kiss.

You knew Lucy loved wearing her strap around the apartment so you don't know why it shocked you. You had missed this feeling. Her tongue entered your mouth, wrapping around yours and deepening the kiss. You didn't know whose breath was who's.

You whimpered as she sat you down on the edge of the bed.

"Get on all fours for me," she commanded her accent coming out even more. "Don't fucking make me wait."

You're breath hitches at her roughness, immediately complying. Slowly moving to your knees in the the center of the bed. Your chest rose and fell rapidly from the anticipation as you felt the bed dip from Lucy's weight.

Lucy couldn't stop the warmth that spread through her chest at the sight of your eager submission to her. The way you slightly wiggled your hips in need, you didn't even realize you were doing it.

The older woman stroked the black silicone toy, groaning as if she could feel it. Tapping it on your entrance, she watched as a string of your juices connected the toy and your core.

"You don't even know how fucking hot you are, love."

You both groaned as Lucy pushed into you slowly, your back arching.

She began to pump into you, her hips grinding into you at a pace that was slow, yet deep. She loved watching your head hang and your hips push back against her in ecstasy at her slow but hard thrusts.

The defender leaned down to kiss your nape, her skin burning yours. She could hear your sharp and breathy whimpers and it drove her to pound into you.

She had missed this dearly. Your sounds and need for her. She missed her ability to touch you whenever she wanted, claiming you as hers.

"I don't know how I went this long without you," she groaned into your ear, her fingers reaching down to your clit.

You bucked up against her at the sensation, your stomach beginning to tighten. Lucy watched you with fervor, gazing as you took what she gave you. You were perfect, just for her.

Her fingers continued to rub against you and her hips rocked slowly.

"Please cum," she begged. "I want it so bad."

Your back arched as her fingers got rougher.

"Fuck," you groaned, throwing your head back.

Lucy's thrusts began to quicken, becoming harsher. She needed your pleasure and wanted to see you come undone. Lucy had always put your pleasure above anything else and right now was no different.

"Give it to me, my love."

Her begging continued to spur you on, your gut reaching its boiling point. You came harshly, Lucy's hips milking your bliss and lengthening your orgasm.

Her movements didn't stop. Instead, she flipped you over, your body slamming into the bed. She clasped her hands with yours and brought them over your head.

"I'll never get over watching you cum," she moaned, her clit catching on the strap.

Her hands gripped your hips, pulling you down to meet her thrusts. Her fingertips dug into the fat of your hips, loving the flesh between them.

You watched her arms flex as she held you down, her triceps on display. Sweat rolled down her quivering abdomen as she continued to pleasure you.

"Please," you groaned out, your body still spasming.

"Please what, sweetheart," Lucy smiled, her hips continuing to slam into you, leaving a burning sensation on the back of your thighs. "Tell me what you want. Do you want me here?"

She held both your wrists with one hand and allowed her fingers to return to your clit, tapping gently against the small nub. You gasped out at the overstimulation.

"You always were so needy," she grinned. "And I've always loved it."

"Lucy, please," you babbled, your body writhing beneath her. "A break, please."

She pouted mockingly and continued to thrust in and out of you.

"You want to be my little WAG in the stand, right? My little trophy wife?"

You nod, your cheeks heating, "Yes."

"Well, then you have to keep me happy. And what would make me really happy, baby, is for you to keep taking this cock."

#lucy bronze #lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze imagine #barca femeni x reader #lucy bronze smut #woso #woso imagines #woso x reader

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UPDATE: they deleted their account

Anyastiawrites and plagerism

Hey guys, it's come to my attention that @/anyastiawrites has been copying other creators fics and changing the names, passing them off as her own.

For example, @/anyastiawrites posted Listen and Learn(Alexia Putellas x Reader) and it's the same fic as @/hope-drunk Bite The Hand(Abby Anderson x Reader)

hope-drunk's was posted July 10th

anya's was posted October 6th

Another one is @/sevikasleftpussyflap's Sev as a brat tamer(Sevika x reader) its the same fic as Disobedience(Mapi Leon x Reader)

Sevika's was posted August 1st

Anya's was posted September 28th

I was really sad to see this because I really liked the the woso fics however I don't think we should bash this writer but we should spread awareness.

I'm gonna tag these people so they know about it too:

@wosofics13 @batlleonafc @samkerrworshipper @lovewsl @yeeterthek33per @magnetized-by-mapi @futbol16 @katelynnwrites

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Anyastiawrites and plagerism

Hey guys, it's come to my attention that @/anyastiawrites has been copying other creators fics and changing the names, passing them off as her own.

For example, @/anyastiawrites posted Listen and Learn(Alexia Putellas x Reader) and it's the same fic as @/hope-drunk Bite The Hand(Abby Anderson x Reader)

hope-drunk's was posted July 10th

anya's was posted October 6th

Another one is @/sevikasleftpussyflap's Sev as a brat tamer(Sevika x reader) its the same fic as Disobedience(Mapi Leon x Reader)

Sevika's was posted August 1st

Anya's was posted September 28th

I was really sad to see this because I really liked the the woso fics however I don't think we should bash this writer but we should spread awareness.

I'm gonna tag these people so they know about it too:

@wosofics13 @batlleonafc @samkerrworshipper @lovewsl @yeeterthek33per @magnetized-by-mapi @futbol16 @katelynnwrites

#woso #woso imagines #mapi leon x reader #alexia putellas x reader

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hey i don’t think you know this but anyastiawrites steals writing and js changes names to make it seem like her own woso writing!! lots of writers have come out abt it, just one example being @/hope-drunk as anyastia has stolen MULTIPLE of her works tlou fandom writings!! please report, spread this and block her so she can’t keep doing this to writers!!

No, I didn't know this! Thank you so much for letting me know!

#woso

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This was so cuuuteee!!!

After seeing the pics of alexia at the Barça basketball game could you do one where she is finally playing the wag role for reader? Just overall enjoying being readers number one fan

on the sidelines

alexia putellas x reader

just a lil fluffy blurb that i wrote in half an hour… defo no proof read or spell checked so sorry in advance xo

desperately working on getting some more reqs out for y’all but i’m so overhauled with coursework that it’s taking me way longer so sorry if your request gets ignored as of rn mid terms are killing me ☠️

“A triple double, Y/n, one incredible feat, how do you feel knowing that your team is through to the play offs?”

You were buzzing, still coming down from the endorphin high as you tried to focus on the reporter who had been the first to attack you as soon as you’d finished shaking hands with your opponents, not even giving you the opportunity to leave the court.

“Every game is a team game, I’m obviously wrapped, but half of that wouldn’t have happened without my teammates. I’m obviously elated that we’re through to finals, the job starts now for us, everything we’ve worked for this season falls down to the next few weeks so we work hard, it’s not over until the final siren.”

The reporter smiled at you and you gave your signature smile back to the camera, trying to get this over and done with as soon as possible.

“The modesty is appreciated, but how did you feel about coming second in the league MVP poll earlier in the week?”

You bit down on your lap, it was a rude question, but you had been prepared for it.

“Obviously I would have loved to come home with the trophy, but it wasn’t meant to be. I have so much respect for Stewie and she deserved the award just as much as anybody else who we were contending against. Honestly, I couldn’t give two shits about individual awards, what matters to me is this playoffs series and maybe I can bring that trophy home instead.”

You smiled once again at the reporter and camera, slowly becoming more uncomfortable with the conversation the longer it went on.

“Now, we all have some questions about the trip down under you took a few weeks ago, any particular reason you decided to go home?”

You began to haphazardly fiddle with the microphone in your hands, willing for this interview to conclude so you could just enjoy your win.

“I missed home, the few days that I spent their were really nice and the team can tell you that since then I have been in much better spirits, sometimes you just need a reset and it was just really good timing that we had the two week break.”

The reporter smirked at you and you could feel the underlying question under her smirk.

“So nothing to do with your visit aligning with the World Cup final and one particular Spanish player who’s here tonight, sporting your number?”

You felt your face flush a little bit at the unforgiving blatancy of the reporter, very quickly trying to remember everything they’d taught you about avoiding questions in media training.

“A good friend of mine, Sam, extended the invitation and gave me some tickets to the finals games so how could I refuse? I mean the sheer pride for the Tillies that I held watching them progress was insane, nothing better than seeing women's sport be elevated at home.”

You could tell the reporter was nagging for you to answer the part of her question that you were ignoring.

“So just a coincidence then that you happened to spend a few days in Barcelona on a layover before returning back to New York?”

You bit the inside of the cheek, this wasn’t what you’d been expecting after winning one of the biggest games in your career.

“Are you implying something, Jackie?”

Your eyebrows rose in mock sarcasm, trying to laugh off the situation and make the reporter understand the message that this wasn’t something you wanted to talk about.

“Simply wondering whether you had anything to do with the presence of Alexia Putellas, or as we all know her, La Reina at tonight's game, and if she happened to be the person you were looking up at tonight everytime you scored?”

You shivered at the mention of her name.

“Alexia and I are good friends, and I will leave it at that.”

You smiled at the camera, enough of a smile that it was genuine but not enough to lead anybody on, because that wasn’t what you wanted to do, you wanted to leave them hanging.

“Good friends that wear each other's jerseys to each other's matches?”

You smirked at the camera, the annoyance of this situation slowly getting to you more and more.

“Good friends that just don’t pack enough of their own clothes when they visit.”

Your voice was dismissive, enough to tell the reporter that you weren’t interested in broaching the topic any further if she wanted to continue to have a conversation with you.

“So, quite the comeback you’ve made in the past 48 months, double back surgery is certainly an impressive feat, how has it felt returning to the court this season and competing at the same level that you were before your injury, especially after how the injury resulted in you sitting out the bronze medal olympic match?”

You could feel the sweat across your body starting to go cold, a true sign that you’d been talking for far to long.

“I’m obviously feeling great, better than ever really. Sitting out at the Olympics was devastating, obviously but I promised that I’d be back and here I am, I’m still working on my recovery, but hopefully by the time the olympics roll around next year I’ll be back fully and bringing home some hardware.”

The reporter laughed heartily at your weak joke, an action that made you a little woozy.

“I’m sorry but that’s all the questions I’ll be answering, my coach is getting rather antsy on the sidelines and it would do me some good not to annoy her right now, so I’ll have to wish you all a goodbye, and see you later for the playoffs.”

You sent a kiss towards the camera before handing the microphone and headset back to the filming crew before following your coach over to the sideline and then into the tunnel towards your change rooms. Sandy patted you on the back as you made your way back to the rooms, just consciously quickening your steps a little bit so you could make the distance as quickly as possible.

You’d never liked limelight, or any of the media attention. You’d started out playing country basketball with your siblings, out on the court all throughout the middle of summer. Eventually, after joining a club and playing some juniors you got picked up by the Perth team and then had worked your way upwards, but never had you played for the attention or glory, growing up, womens basketball in Australia was severely underappreciated, so you’d never had to really face any media attention. But the WNBA was a whole different ballpark and you were still adjusting after 6 seasons to the amount of ways you were now exposed to the general public.

Your whole body relaxed when you spotted Alexia standing beside the locker room door, hand in her phone, flicking furiously through it. You ran directly towards her, almost bowling her over with your strong strides.

She wrapped her arms around you almost immediately, allowing your to bury your head in her neck as you breathed in the scent of her, and the scent of one of your spare jerseys sitting comfortable across her muscley arms and chest. It was a sight for sore eyes, one that you’d been waiting far to long to see.

“I fucking hate reporters.”

Alexia snorted at you, it wasn’t often that she got to see you after games, both of you having extremely busy schedules that hardly allowed for time to go and watch each other mess around with a ball on a pitch or court for an hour.

“I know bebita, but you did so well.”

She concluded her statement in the very best way possible, plastering a series of kisses all over your face that made you giddy on the inside and had you pushing her off of you. The tunnel was a fairly safe place from reporters, but you could never be too sure who was creeping around and a part of you didn’t need your relationship being revealed right at this moment.

Something about having your number across Alexia’s chest set a fire in your soul and you stepped back from her embrace to take it in, to take in the sight of her standing in front fo you, her perfect shoulders on show, sitting comfortable beside the jersey. A few of her back tattoos peaking out from her shoulders giving you a indescribable view of the ink. Her collection was constantly growing and you swore every time she returned to you there was a new one for her to show you and tell you the story of.

She had paired the jersey with a plain pair of white jeans and her washed out pink hair was sitting comfortably on her shoulders, the strands being pushed out of her face by the Prada sunglasses sitting comfortably on her head, sunglasses you were certain had absolutely zero purpose besides being an accessory. You did have to admit that the pink had been your favourite hair in a long while, in fact you’d been the one who Alexia had convinced to help with the dye when she had one of her midnight crisis’ that had you marching down to the chemist to buy neon pink hair dye to make your girlfriend happy.

“I like it when you’re the wag.”

Alexia rolled her eyes, spinning around to give you a look at your brandished last name, sitting perfectly between the valley of skin that travelled between her shoulder blades, everything about it was so perfect to you, warming your soul from the inside.

“I do have to admit, it was quite fun sitting in the crowd for once and pretending I knew what was happening.”

You chuckled, you’d been trying your very hardest to teach Alexia the rules of your sport from the start of your relationship, and to her credit she had a grasp on the more basic rules, but she was absolutely shocking at much more than that. She watched every single one of your games, and yet she had absolutely zero grasp on how the sport of basketball actually worked.

“Look at that, La Reina admitting that she enjoyed being a wag.”

Alexia rolled her eyes at you, her hand coming to rest on your sweaty arm, providing some pressure to your forearm.

“Don’t you even think about telling any of the Barca girls, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

You smiled down at Alexia’s hand, loving the way that her body slotted in so perfectly with you, she knew your body like the back of her own hand and knew exactly what parts of you she should touch in different situations.

“Don’t you worry your little head, this will be our little secret, at least until the girls find my post game interview.”

Alexia nodded concedingly, it was inevitable that your relationship was eventually going to come out to the public, neither of you were particularly stressed about it, it would happen when it happened. You’d gone three years without anybody catching on, only now heading into the fourth year were people really starting to recognise the relationship.

“Go shower, you stink.”

You let Alexia push you towards the locker room door, her face nose scrunching up in faux disgust at you.

“Yes ma’am, La Reina, ma’am.”

The older woman once again rolled her eyes at you, but couldn’t avoid your own hand reached out to hers, silently tugging her into the locker rooms with you. It wasn’t irregular for teammates partners to end up in the rooms after games, and you knew that Alexia would just end up waiting alone in the hallway for you whilst you went about your post game routine.

You lead her towards your cubby, seating her down on the bench before reaching down behind her and pulling out the few items of clothing and toiletries you needed for the shower. One quick look down at Ale revealed to you just how in awe she was of what was occurring around her. There was nothing special happening, most teammates doing similar things to you and beginning their post game rituals.

“Mi amor, I’m going to the shower now, just stay here, bien, and don’t hesitate to ask anybody for something if you need it, si?”

Alexia nodded at you aimlessly, her eyes darting around the room as she took in her surroundings, You took the opportunity to dip out of the room and into the showers, hastening your normal routine so you could return to her as quickly as possible.

You showered in record time, washing your hair and body so quickly you were certain you almost got whiplash from the jolting of your arms and muscles in every direction and you frantically moved around in the shower.

When you returned to Alexia she was in the same spot as you’d left her, her eyes still searching the room and taking in everything happened around her. It was cute to see her so out of place, it was something you’d never seen on her before and something about seeing her like a deer in the headlights made you fall so much further in love with her.

“Cãrino? Let’s go, yeah?”

Alexia’s eyes flashed up to meet your own, her lips falling to a genuine smile as she stood up from your cubby, and before you could pick up your bag she took the honours, collecting the things that you knew you’d need back at the apartment and piling them into your bag before sliding it over her shoulder and starting to walk out, her arm falling comfortably over you shoulder as the two of you met each others pace, walking out towards your car that Alexia had driven you to the game in.

She took care in placing your bag in the boot before sliding into the driver's seat, your keys clanking in the ignition as she started the car.

Almost as soon as she was pulling out of the stadium Alexia’s hand fell to your thigh, a comfortable reminder of the footballers presence.

“You played so well today bebita, I was so proud of you.”

You smiled waterily at Alexia, it was one thing for a reporter to tell you, but for the woman you loved most in the world to tell you that meant something else.

“Thank you, but don’t act like you knew what was going on.”

Alexia cocked her head to the side, frowning at you a little bit.

“Si, maybe, but you got the, what did they call it again? El triple doble, no? Marta said it’s kind of like a hat trick but in basketball lingo, you sunk muchos tres.”

You smiled at Alexia, nodding your head at the Spaniards lack of knowledge over the game you cared for so much, and her attempt at trying to talk basketball to you.

“Yes, I did score a few threes, all of them were for a special person who came out to watch me today.”

Alexia smiled at you, turning her head at the lights to look at you.

“Mm, who might that be?”

You bit your lip, breaking out in a big smile.

“She’s Spanish, and not very good at understanding basketball but she tries and that’s all that matters, she also looks really cute in teal.”

Alexia’s smile only grew at your admission.

“Oh, and she’s a pretty good wag if I do say so myself.”

Alexia silenced your words with a sweet kiss, pressing her lips to yours softly, the two of you having to break apart when the light turned green.

“I’d watch you any day.”

Alexia’s words were murmured quietly, an almost silent acknowledgment of her feelings that was meant just for you.

“I’d watch you any day as well mi amor.”

#alexia putellas x reader

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droopycoquette · 6 months

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being taller than Mapi and tease her about it but being shorter than Ingrig and then get tease by her >>>😭

literally would like to read anything about this couple

teasing II m.león x i.engen

you watched on with a knowing smile from your place on the bed as your girlfriend entered the room, clearly looking around for something.

“hermosa have you seen my-“ the words dried up in her mouth as she spotted them, eyes narrowing in annoyance.

“get them down, now.” the tattooed spaniard ordered, glaring at you as you shrugged, dropping your book onto your chest and moving your hands behind your head. “why? i didn’t put them there.” you shrugged innocently with a smile, knowing they were too out of reach for the shorter girl to get herself.

them in question being mapi’s kit shorts and favourite pair of football boots which had somehow ended up on the very top shelf of your shared wardrobe, which given its height was normally just used for storage for your holiday decorations you only needed once a year. however considering she was packing for an away game mapi needed them now, not in december.

“i will not ask again. get them, down.” your girlfriend warned firmly, moving to stand right beside you as she crossed her arms over her chest and gave you an intimidating stare.

you stayed quiet, only smiling up at her charmingly as the older girl sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance. “you may be taller cariño but i am stronger. so get them down.” mapi flexed to prove her point and admittedly you couldn’t help but admire the way her tattoos moved and rippled against her incredibly toned biceps as she did so, even if it was supposed to be another form of intimidation from the older girl.

“if you’re so strong then you get them down.” you replied with a simple smile, picking your book back up and continuing where you left off.

“princessa? ingrid!” you smiled to yourself as mapi huffed at your stubbornness, yelling out loudly and impatiently for your other girlfriend to solve this for her.

“what happened? what’s wrong?” the girl appeared in your shared bedroom with a worried look painted on her features. a little out of breath from running so quickly up the stairs, assuming something bad had happened from the obvious urgency present in the defenders voice.

“she is being a brat again.”

you smile only grew as your eyes remained trained to your book, scanning over the same sentence ten times without retaining a thing, as you were far too happy with yourself and how easy it was to tease the shorter girl, and how much enjoyment you got out of something so simple.

“maría! i thought something bad had happened!” the norwegian scolded the eldest girl with an unimpressed smack to her shoulder. “something bad has happened, look what she did again!” mapi groaned, pointing to her shorts and boots tucked well out of her reach in the wardrobe.

ingrid sighed with a shake of her head, rounding on you now as your book was snatched out of your hold. “excuse me baby, i was reading that?” you smiled gesturing for it to be given back as you held your hand out expectantly which your girlfriend batted away, placing your book down on the side table.

“get them down.” ingrid ordered firmly, nodding her head toward the wardrobe, knowing she could get them for the tattooed girl but wanting to make the point of you needing to do it.

“why? i didn’t put them there.” you repeated and again smiled innocently, only annoying mapi further who groaned from the foot of the bed, muttering angrily under her breath in spanish as she grabbed the things she could reach and continued to pack her case.

“i don’t care. get them down for her, now.” the older girls tone shifted into something much sterner, a raised eyebrow and a clench of her jaw all you needed to know that if you didn’t you would be in trouble a lot more serious than you intended.

so with a huff you stood, marching over to the wardrobe and grabbing down your girlfriends belongings. “here babe.” you dropped them at her feet instead of placing them in her awaiting hands, the once satisfied smile now wiped off her face and replaced with a scowl as she snatched them up.

“you are a permanent pain in my ass.” the half blonde half brunette muttered with a roll of her eyes, moving toward her half packed case. “your short ass.” you commented right away, grinning happily with your quick response and the withering glare it earned you from the tattooed girl across the room.

suddenly you felt a body behind you as a long arm wrapped around your shoulders and grabbed your chin, tiling your head upwards as her fingers dug gently into your jaw.

“stop teasing her.” ingrid warned, face now softer but the same stern tone present in her voice as you rolled your eyes. “but she makes it so easy.” you smiled innocently up at the taller girl whose grip on your chin tightened a little.

“hey!” you whined in discomfort and your head swivelled with a scowl as the defender used her towel to suddenly whip you, a loud crack echoing around the room, the tip of it just making contact with the top of your bare thigh.

“what? i did not do it.” the girl grinned, mocking your earlier words as she folded the towel and tucked it away into her case. “say sorry to her.” your scowl melted into a smirk hearing your other girlfriends words of warning.

“yeah maría say sorry.” you teased with a happy smile, feeling ingrids grip on your chin tighten again as the girl moved your head to look up at her, your head resting on her shoulder now. “not her, you.” ingrid corrected as mapi’s laughter echoed around the room.

“me? for what!” you protested, her fingers digging into your jaw, eyebrows knitted into a small frown. “say sorry for teasing her and hiding her things.” ingrid demanded and you knew from the look in her eyes you weren’t getting out of this one as you nodded and she let you go.

“sorry for teasing you, shorty.” you grinned insincerely to your other girlfriend moving closer to her, feeling ingrids hand smack your behind in warning and you glanced over your shoulder to see her watching you, arms crossed in waiting.

“i’m very sorry for moving your things and teasing you amor, i won’t do it again.” you apologised much more sincerely now as mapi hummed knowing the last few words were a lie, her hands gabbing your hips and pulling you into her as her eyes roamed your face.

you ducked your head expecting to kiss and make up but to your surprise she made no move to meet your lips. “lo siento baby i cannot kiss you, i am too short to reach.” mapi pouted mockingly, her hand patting your cheek as she pushed you away and walked past you with a grin, making a point to stop and feverishly kiss your other girlfriend before leaving the room, her laughter following after you as she did.

with an annoyed scowl at the rejection you reached out to ingrid who wrapped you in a hug, her body vibrating with quiet laughter as you huffed into her shoulder. “it’s not funny.” you pouted up at her with a small frown as the norwegian only smiled, placing a tender kiss on the top of your head.

“you missed.” you tapped your lips expectantly, craning your head back further. “oh sorry my love, i cant bend down that much, it will hurt my neck.” she apologised with a mocking smile, letting go of you as your jaw dropped and she sent you a wink before walking out of the room after mapi.

hearing their combined laughter downstairs you knew she’d told your other girlfriend what she’d done and your scowl returned, not appreciating their teasing which deep down you knew you probably deserved.

your eyes flickered to their cases in the corner of the room, ingrids having been packed and ready for hours while mapi still hadn’t finished, hers laying open on the floor. your mind wandered to all the places in your shared home you knew the shorter girl couldn’t reach, but you thought better of it as you rolled your eyes and left the room, making your way downstairs.

you felt their eyes on you as you joined them on the sofa, making a point to sit on the other end away from where they lay entangled together, ignoring the way mapi opened her arms to welcome you into them.

“hola mi amor, did you learn your lesson about teasing?” the tattooed girl grinned, her eyes burning into the side of your head as you only huffed in response, folding your arms over your chest and refusing to move your eyes away from the spanish soap opera you all adored which was playing on the tv.

“come here bebita.” she chuckled at your attitude, hands wrapping around your ankles and pulling you within her reach as she grabbed you properly, hauling your taller form to collapse in between them.

your bare legs now laid over her own much more tattooed ones as your head and torso landed on ingrid, sandwiched in between them just as they loved.

“hello elskling.” ingrid smiled fondly, one hand carding through your hair, nails scratching at your scalp as the other touched your cheek, ducking her head to press her lips to yours.

the kiss was soft and sensual and tender, the brunette pouring every ounce of adoration she held in her heart for you into it which left your ears feeling as though they were filled with cotton as she pulled away, pecking your lips a few more times with a loving smile which you reciprocated.

fingers clawed at your top as mapi yanked you closer, her hand sitting at the back of your neck and the other slipping up the inside of your jersey as she now pressed her lips to yours.

her kiss was much more needy, messier, her tongue instantly invading your mouth as her nails gently scratched at your stomach and she held on firmly to the back of your neck, in full control of the passionate kiss, pouring her love for you into it in her own way.

when she eventually allowed you to pull away for air she smiled, placing a few much softer kisses to your swollen lips and letting go of you, your top half melting into ingrids waiting arms, your head falling to her shoulder as mapi’s fingers traced absentminded shapes on your bare legs.

your girls.

#mapi leon x reader #ingrid engen x reader #woso x reader

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at a loss for words - lucy bronze x reader

genre: smut, sub!lucy, cunnilingus, strap-on, the roles have been reversed…

warnings: nsfw

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with one final plunge of lucy’s fingers, you clenched around her, legs shuddering beneath you. lucy grinned proudly in satisfaction of her actions, watching you intently as you struggled to regain your momentum of breath.

lucy crawled back up to you, keeping eye contact, as she made her way closer to your face. brushing your hair from your sweat-dripping forehead with her left hand, she pressed her lips softly to the space she opened.

“mmh, open,” she whispered, using her left hand and thumb to pull your chin down, giving entrance for her cum-covered fingers into your mouth.

you moaned at the feeling of her fingers in your mouth, sucking them clean.

although you remained having ragged breathing, you got up from your position and using two hands on her shoulders, you pushed lucy down, pinning her to the bed. you straddled her waist and reached over her to pull the elastic out of her bun, letting her hair run free. her eyes opened wide in shock from your change of behaviour.

“sweetheart, don’t you want to slow down?” she asked, stroking your arm gently, “take a breather? a break?”

you shook your head without a word to signal a ‘no’, placing a finger over lucy’s lips.

“okay,” it’s said at almost barely a whisper, a hint of instability in her voice.

you were rarely ever in charge when it came to sex. rather, lucy much preferred the feeling of being able to control you with a mere touch. you never had much of an opportunity to top her as she’d always let you receive first, leaving you too exhausted to continue and return the favour. but you knew lucy would always lose her placidity when it came to you, and you were determined to give a taste of you.

you wasted no time, sealing the gap between you and lucy’s lips, kissing her deep and desperately. simply not enough for the both of you, lucy opened her mouth wider allowing you more access, as you slipped your hot tongue in her mouth. the sudden movement caused lucy to grasp you bare waist tightly, letting out a muffled moan into your mouth. you both struggled to breathe from the intensity of the contact, gasping for air between kisses.

you gripped the base of her neck and your tongue continued to roam her mouth, sliding over her bottom lip, exchanging saliva.

after sharing licks and bites you gradually pulled away, aiming to work on her upper torso.

“yn,” lucy whined, longing the feeling of your mouth on hers, wanting to collide her tongue with yours.

you struggled to ignore her, but as your lips met her sweet spot on her neck, her breath hitched and she had completely lost interest in the contact with her mouth. she grazed her hands over your back, as you worked on her neck and collarbone. when you began to suck and bite, she had pressed her fingers into your shoulder, making you groan into her skin.

the lower you progressed, the louder lucy became, and her breath rate altered rapidly when your lips concealed one of her nipples, sucking harshly. when you looked up lucy had her eyes closed, her face standing out from all the purplish-red marks scattered on her upper body and neck.

“god, yn,” she moaned.

you enjoyed how your name rolled off her sex-drunk tongue, a motivator for you to work harder than ever.

you continued to venture lower, trailing wet kisses down her abs, using your nails to scrape over them gently. lucy squirmed beneath, unbelieved how you could make her this weak.

you hooked two fingers on her grey boxers, smirking when you noticed that they were soaked; light grey changed to dark all over, pulling them past her massive thighs and flinging them onto the floor.

in a matter of seconds you were kissing away at the insides of lucy’s thighs, eyeing the the glistening wetness on her pussy. the way she moaned consistently her begging for you to touch her.

“please yn,” she let out.

giving in, you hovered over her clit letting her feel your hot breath over her. you glided your hands across her thighs, spreading them apart and then lifting them over your shoulders and licked a single broad stripe over her folds.

as you kissed and lapped at her clit you could feel her quads squeezing together, your head along with it. in attempt to stop the sudden pressure, you used your hands to pull her legs apart, giving you more space to work with.

“fuck, more yn,” lucy carried on, sliding a hand down your head and grabbing onto your hair, shoving your head deeper into her pussy, out of sheer need.

lucy’s breath began to get more and more faint, and indicator that she was about to reach her high. her knuckles on her other hand were turning a pale shade of white from the strength of the grip she had on the bedsheets. her hips buckled and her back arched to create more friction, doing anything for her cum quicker

when you slightly quickened your pace, she let loose, body trembling from her orgasm, uttering moans of your name repeatedly. you lapped up her dripping cunt, helping her ride out her high in the process.

you climbed up her body that tremored from the aftermath.

“open,” you grinned, teasing on her previous words.

she complied with no argument, willing to do anything for you, as you ran your tongue over the inside of her mouth, letting her taste herself.

“baby, swallow,” you mumbled against her mouth, as lucy nodded, swallowing as she’d been told. you pulled away from a moment looking at her and then smiling, “good girl.”

her cheeks transitioned to a bright shade of red from your comment, enjoying the praise a little much more than she’d liked to admit.

you laid down beside her, using your fingers to run small circles around her hard nipple, making her move underneath your touch.

“luce?” she asked quietly.

“mmmh?” she drawled out exhaustedly.

you paused, thinking about what you were about to ask. you’d never tried before, but you thought ‘fuck it’.

“can i- can i use your strap?”

lucy’s breath stopped for a moment. she was shocked; it was a first. her face flushed an ever deeper shade of red. you could tell she was flustered by the question.

“uh- um,” she stuttered, her hand on you cheek, “yeah, okay.”

she waited on the bed patiently, as you got up, leaning over the edge of the bed and reaching for lucy’s black strap that sat in the bedside table. you got up to secure the straps on your thighs.

“baby, it’s okay,” you whisper, caressing her face, “just tell me if you want me to stop.”

she nodded enthusiastically, but you noticed her hands were shaking so you took them into your own hands kissing them gently.

you traveled back down towards her legs, grabbing the base of the strap and sliding it through her slick folds. she lifted her legs to create more room for you and once again she completely loses her cool from your touch, breathing becoming uneven. you teased the plastic dick on and over her hole, pressing just the tip in very slowly and gently. she gasps from the feeling, not knowing where to put her hands.

“lucy,” you looked at her disheveled face with a gentle one in return, palming out your hands asking her to hold yours.

as you intertwined her fingers, you roughly pushed the rest of the strap into her making lucy’s eyes falter and roll to the back of her in pleasure. her mouth gaped open letting out a loud moan

“oh my god, yn.”

you pushed the false dick in and out slowly into her tight pussy so easily from her being so wet, but as you began to quicken the pace you could feel lucy’s cunt become looser, getting used to the feeling. her hands let go and came to rest on your waist, digging her fingers into your skin.

“you look beautiful,” you panted as you moved your hips harder and faster.

when you started to feel as though lucy was reaching her high again, unbeknownst to lucy; who had her eyes closed, you placed your fingers on her clit, making her tip over the edge and reach her orgasm quicker than expected. she shook terribly, body twitching and convulsing , pussy tightening around the cock. you watched as her cum dripped out when you slowly removed the strap.

after you had undone the strap, chucking it onto the floor, you met her face and peppered soft kisses all over it.

lucy’s face blushed red from embarrassment once again, because of how easily you were able to make her cum.

“how was that?” you cheekily whispered, looking at her in the eyes.

“can we do this more often…please?” she rasped, truly at a loss for words from the experience.

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an: yes i’m a sucker for sub lucy and i’m not afraid to say it. sorry for any errors but i cbf looking over it once more mb 🫡

i’m not the best at smut writing but this took me forever so y’all better enjoy it

#lucy bronze x reader

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droopycoquette · 7 months

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Coffee And Cupid || Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: How you and Alexia meet

Warnings: Fluff, strangers2lovers, barista!reader

Word count: 2.0k

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You smiled as you heard the small ding of the shop's door, symbolizing that a customer had entered. You continued your task of wiping off a table.

"Hello, you came just in time I was just about to close up," you start, finally looking up.

You saw a woman looking around the shop, taking it in. Giving you the chance to absorb her beauty.

Alexia smiled at you when she was done taking in the cafe, soaking in the small establishment’s aura. The black counters and wooden outlines of the place gave the cafe an old, mystic vibe. The books that lined the south wall gave the area a warmth that many new or well-known cafes couldn’t claim. Then, of course, there was you. As she approached the counter she found you gave off a calm and collected yet fun and artsy energy that made you very approachable. She could feel a love for the cafe brewing in her.

Her eyes found the menu overhead, and she let out a ‘hm’ as she figured out what she wanted, periodically glancing at you as you cleaned.

Eventually, she realized that periodically glancing turned into just plain staring making her shake her head and focus. She needed to choose something. She set her eyes on the menu once more and quickly picked something that sounded good. She made sure to keep it simple, you were closing up after all.

You found your gaze drifting to her as well, taking in her athletic build and strong features. From her tan skin to her dirty blonde hair.

"Hey um, I think I'm ready to order now," she called, forcing you to come back to reality.

"Of course," you put down the washrag and made your way over to her.

"I think I'll have a turkey sandwich and then an iced americano," she said glancing between you and the menu.

"Are you sure you want an Americano this late," you asked concerned.

She was shocked. She didn't expect a person much less a worker to be concerned for her. She knew it was a little late to be drinking something with so much caffeine in it but she didn't think someone would call her out on it.

"Well, is there something you would recommend," she smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

You could tell she was taken aback.

"Um, well,” you paused to look her once over. “You look like you’d like our iced raspberry black tea.”

“Why do you say that,” she asks, glancing down at herself and then back at you.

“Well, black tea still has caffeine just not as much as an americano. You also look like you came back from some sort of work out so it should help cool you down,” you explained.

“Wow,” Alexia gawked. “You got all of that just by looking at me?”

You blushed, “Was I right?”

She thought for a minute before answering, "Yeah. Yeah, you are. I'll take that raspberry black tea then senora, thank you."

She sat down in one of the chairs and kept her eyes on you.

"And that's for..."

"Alexia," she finished.

You nodded once more and walked back behind the counter to begin preparing her food and drink.

"So, what are you doing out so late," you asked as you began to brew the tea.

"Well, I was just coming home from practice, I was hungry and this place looked nice," Alexia smiled.

"Practice? What were you practicing," you asked as you set your sights on preparing the sandwich.

"Soccer," she smiled. “I play for Barcelona.”

You almost dropped the cup you were holding.

“Holy shit.”

She just nodded and smiled.

“Well that’s cool,” you say dumbfounded. “I’m glad you came here.”

“Me too, I really like this place,” she gushed, swirling her wrist to make a point.

"If you want you can go look at some of the books while you wait," you suggested, pointing over to the bookshelves lining the wall.

Alexia nodded and went to go look a the books. She picked a random one up and quickly looked at the summary before sneaking a peek at you. She watched as you got the sandwich ready and moved around the kitchen. You looked surreal, there was something so homey about you. You were gorgeous, anyone could see that. Your white button-up with the sleeves rolled up made you look so hot yet so...mommy. She couldn’t describe it.

Plants and flowers littered the ceiling. It gave the place a homier garden vibe on top of everything else.

"Find anything you like," you called.

Alexia was snapped out of her daydream.

"Um, no, not yet," she stuttered. "Is there anything here you would recommend?"

"Well," you stopped to think while you poured her tea into a cup filled with ice. “It depends on what genres you like."

"It's been a while since I actually sat down and read a book but, I remember liking romance," she answered.

"Okay, well then I would recommend Forever... by Judy Blume. It was originally written for teens but it covers a lot of controversial topics while still holding that romantic aura. It's kind of angsty as well," you said.

"Okay," she muttered while looking for the book.

"Also, your order is ready," you called out, bummed by how fast you had worked.

Alexia jogged back over to the counter with the book in hand.

"Do I check this out or do I buy it?"

"You can do either," you laughed.

"Well, then I will get this with the order," she smiled.

"Alright, that will be $25.98."

She gave you $30 and told you to keep the change.

"Have a nice night, ma’am."

"You too."

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Ding

The bell on the door rang, notifying you that there was a customer.

"Hell-. Alexia! You're back," you exclaimed.

"The food was so good I just couldn't stay away," she laughed.

"Well, I'm glad. Are you getting something different today?"

"No, I think I'll have the same thing, you really know what you’re talking about. The raspberry tea was delicious. By the way, I started that book you recommended and so far so good."

"That's wonderful! I'm glad you like it," you smiled as you began to get the tea ready.

She's here again, you thought as you busied yourself. She is so cute...and pretty...and nice...oh my god!

"Hey, I never really got your name," Alexia commented.

"How about you come back tomorrow and I'll tell you," you giggled as you began to prepare the sandwich.

"Is this a new trick to keep getting customers to come back," Alexia teased.

"Is it going to work," you laughed.

Am I flirting? Correctly?

"Definitely," she stated.

Your cheeks warmed as you looked down at your task. You could feel her stare on you and you found it strangely comforting. Alexia could have anyone, she was good-looking, kind, well-dressed, tall, hot, momm-

"Hey,” Alexia called out. “Whatcha thinking about? Were you thinking of me?"

"How could I not," you smiled.

"Good," she giggled.

"Okay, order up! That will be 15.20," you said.

She handed you a twenty-dollar bill and headed out.

You could feel yourself falling.

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Ding

"Ms. Alexia," you smiled not even having to turn around to know who it was.

"You got me," she laughed.

You had gotten her order ready so you could spend more time talking to her.

"I'll have what I usua-"

"I know," you laughed cutting her off and handing her the food and tea. "It's on the house tonight."

"You won't get in trouble?"

"Well, unless someone else is going to tell me how to run my own place no."

Alexia stopped in her tracks.

"You own this place? That explains it," Alexia exclaimed.

The whole vibe of the café fit you to a T. The mysterious, homey, artsy atmosphere was so you. You gave this place life. If she wasn't in love with you then she was definitely now.

She took the food from you and then leaned onto the bar counter.

"So, are you going to tell me your name today," Alexia questioned.

"Only if you promise to keep coming back here," you stated.

She held her right hand up and crossed her heart.

"Y/n," you smiled.

"Y/n," she repeated, liking the sound of it.

She smiled back at you and stared at you for what seemed like hours. You continued to look away and then back at her, holding eye contact has never been your strong suit.

"I was wondering if maybe, you could teach me how to make something from the menu?"

You raised your eyebrow. Noticing your confusion, Alexia decided to take a leap of faith.

"Like a date," Alexia stuttered. "Like cooking together, and-"

"I would love to," you giggled.

What was this giddiness? Alexia had turned this night from great to amazing. If she could do this just standing on the other side of a counter what was she going to do when she was right beside you?

"Great," she grinned as she took off her jacket and set it on one of the tables.

"Give me a second and let me close up," you said as you left the bar and went to the door to lock the door and flip the sign from 'open' to 'closed.'

"Is there anything on the many that you want to make particularly," you asked while you opened up the bar to her.

Alexia passed you and you could smell her perfume. It smelt like cedar and lemongrass, you could get high off of it.

“I don’t know,” Alexia sighed. “You’re the boss. Literally.”

You leaned against the counter as you thought about what to make. Giving Alexia a chance to look at you more. She could spend forever staring at you, your small breaths made her shiver and your eyes made her want to kiss you.

“We could make your turkey sandwich,” you say, thinking out loud. “It’s pretty easy and it doesn’t make much of a mess.”

“That sounds perfect,” Alexia smiles, leaning against the opposite counter.

A beat of silence follows as you and Alexia stare at each other. Alexia can feel her heart jump as your lips part. It’s as if your breath begins to match up with one another, your very bodies wanting to be near the other.

“Right,” you exclaim, jumping into action. “The first thing we’ll need is-”

You’re cut off by Alexia’s lips, the footballer not being able to hold herself back anymore. Her hands find your cheeks and cage your face. Her hair tickles your face and overwhelms you with its scent. You quick to kiss back, your hands finding her wrists and holding onto them sweetly.

Alexia deepens the kiss, her arms snaking around your waist and pulling you closer. Your arms find a home, wrapped around Alexia’s neck lazily. You could feel her smile into the kiss, her lips upturning causing you to smile too. Pulling away, you both giggle at your giddiness.

“Are you free tomorrow night,” Alexia asks, slightly out of breath.

“I can be.”

“Would you like to come to a game? I’m playing tomorrow and would love to have you there.”

Alexia takes a breath and holds it, mentally crossing her fingers. Imagining you in the stands cheering for her made her blush.

“I’ve never been to a football game,” you admit. “I’d love to go.”

Alexia beams. It made your heart flutter and your insides melt. You peck her lips gently before kissing her once more. Both of you begin to sway and Alexia realizes that she loves having you in her arms and kissing you. Loves how natural it feels. You find that you love being in Alexia’s arms, her muscles bulging against your frame and warming you. It was nice. It felt like home.

#Alexia Putellas #alexia putellas x reader #woso #woso imagines #woso imagine #barca femeni x reader

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droopycoquette · 7 months

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There’s been a recent surge in SMUTTY woso fics and I appreciate it

(Thank you @samkerrworshipper)

#woso

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droopycoquette · 7 months

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WOSO Couple Tings || Mapi Leon

(why is she the girlfriendiest girlfriend to ever girlfriend??!!?!!)

Warnings: just mapi dating headcanons, fluff, suggestive content

Word count: .5k

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-Sometimes she puts her hands in your bra when they’re cold and your whole body gets a shock before goosebumps break out all over

-she loves doing this because she can feel your nipples going from soft to hard and it's so satisfying, its also the perfect hand warmer(her words), and your boobs are so soft, she also loves the look on your face when she does this. It's usually a mixture of shocked and annoyed, however, how can you say no to a free boob massage

-You get her back with your cold feet on her back. It brings you joy to see her flinch and arch her back to get away from you.

-tracing her tattoos when you're bored and her loving the feeling of your fingers trailing over her skin

-“I really like this one.”

-“Yo se mi vida.”

-you only getting tattoos that are designed by her and letting her give you stick and pokes.

-You being the only one that cooks because if Mapi touches a single frying pan the whole kitchen goes up in flames(she did find a way to start a fire on the stove and, that day, Mapi learned that you can put a fire out with salt(the more you know ig))

-Her doing the dishes to make up for the fact that she can’t cook. She actually loves doing it because you usually hug her from behind the entire time

-you finding edits of her online and sending them to her, just to annoy her

-”How are you finding these?”

-”I think you look hot.”

-”You know what else is hot?”

-”Que?”

-”Hell.”

(she's sick of ur shit)

-You don’t stop though and it is the bane of her existence

-Her storage being taken up by pictures of you. You and her cat, you eating, you sleeping, you doing dumb shit. You, you, you. She loves scrolling through the pictures when she’s bored, it brings a smile to her face every time. Her favorite one is of you sleeping in her old kit, drool rolling down your chin and leaving a wet spot on the pillow

-Her taking you to the stadium at night and teaching you different moves. You fail every time but Mapi finds it endearing

-”It’s okay hermosa, E for effort!”

-You run out of breath within 30 seconds of running and Mapi laughs at your lack of endurance. You fall onto your back, starfishing in the middle of the pitch

-”You lasted longer than last time,” she laughs.

-”Can you shut up?”

-Mapi laughing and lying down with her head next to yours.

-When you begin to space off, Mapi rolls over and lets herself look at you. She loves the wonder in your eyes as you gaze at the sky and she wishes she had her phone with her to capture it.

-”It’s so weird,” you start. “On TV, they make the field look so small. But in person it’s huge.”

-De verdad?”

-You nod, your eyes still wide at your realization. Mapi chuckles at your face and gets up, moving to lay next to you, and placing her head on your chest.

-If there was one thing Mapi loved most, it was being in your arms

#mapi león #mapi leon x reader #woso x reader #woso imagines #barca femeni x reader

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droopycoquette · 7 months

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2. Breakfast And Obsession

Summary: Is it normal to think about your neighbor this much?

Warnings: Fluff

Italics = Mapi's Thoughts/POV

Word Count: 2.2k

Series Masterlist

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You woke to your cat sitting on your chest and after days of waking to Bagheera screaming, it was a very welcomed change. The thought of Bagheera made you smile, specifically, thoughts of his owner.

You got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen, your cat following closely behind. You began to sluggishly make breakfast and you couldn't help but wonder what Mapi was up to today while you did. You knew she must be busy with practice, but a sliver of hope wiggled its way into your chest. Maybe she was still home.

You cracked a smile at the idea of morning Mapi. Would her hair be a bird's nest, and would her face be puffy? Maybe she was cuddly in the morning.

As you finished with your breakfast, avocado toast, you glanced over at the clock on the wall.

"I think I have time to make her some too," you whispered to Aella. "That's a friendly thing to do, right?"

Aella blinked at you as she laid on the counter.

"And I'll get your breakfast as well, Princesa," you chuckled, adopting Mapi's nickname for the cat. "Hopefully she's home."

You grabbed another plate and hurriedly fixed another plate of food before opening a can of cat food for Aella, pouring it into her bowl.

"I'll be right back," you called to the cat as you walked into the hallway with a plate of food.

Raising your fist and knocking on the door a nervousness entered your stomach, a good kind. The kind that makes you want to run in circles and giggle. Your mind was filled with thoughts of Mapi, of her reaction to your cooking and of seeing "morning Mapi."

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Mapi stood over the sink, brushing her teeth and humming a song that she had heard on the radio at some point in time. She was in a good mood, and she had a feeling it had something to do with her beautiful next-door neighbor.

"I think she was really nice," Mapi says through the foam in her mouth. "And I know you liked her."

Bagheera meowed from his perch on the toilet, watching as Mapi finished brushing her teeth.

"Maybe I could see her again later today," Mapi calls as she walks to the living room.

Sitting down, she begins to look through her bag, making sure she had everything she needed for the day. She was about to get new socks when she heard a knock on her door.

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The door opens, revealing curious Mapi.

"Hey Reina," Mapi grins as she leans against the door frame, crossing her arms, unconsciously flexing.

Morning Mapi is not here to greet you; the footballer is already wide awake. Damn it. Maybe next time. But, on the bright side, her muscled arms were on full display and with them, her tattoos.

"Hola Mapi," you greet. "I made two servings. So, I thought that maybe you'd like some."

Mapi notices the plate in your arms. The food looked fucking delicious.

"That looks amazing. I'm culinarily impaired so any food is appreciated."

That makes you perk up, "Really! I love cooking so I tend to make more than I actually will eat. Would you like to come over and eat together sometimes?"

You cooking for me? Sign me the fuck up!

"That sounds grea-"

Bagheera cut her off as he walked between her legs to you, rubbing himself on your shins.

"Hello handsome."

You lean down to scratch the top of the black cat's head, resulting in a loud purr.

"Everyone loves you," Mapi laughed.

"I'm very lovable," You grin.

"Yes, you are."

You pause as a heat enters your cheeks. Mapi watches as your brain short circuits, an adorable show that Mapi is happy to watch.

"Hey, I think we forgot to exchange phone numbers last night. Do you think we could do that now," Mapi calls, running into her apartment and returning with her phone.

"Yes," you say, snapping out of your daze. "That sounds good."

Mapi hands you her phone and, while you put your phone number into her contacts, she takes the time to take you in. How your lips slightly part as you concentrate, how your hair falls, how your legs shift back and forth. Speaking of your legs, your pajamas consisted of a very large T-shirt and very small shorts. Your legs were on full display.

Yes ma'am

Now, on the pervert scale, Mapi was up there so the Spanish woman appreciated the view very much. In fact, she couldn't wait to watch you walk away.

"Done," you smile. "Oh, and here."

You hand the plate of food to Mapi with a smile.

"Thanks."

You stood there with an eager look, looking at the plate then at her then back at the plate.

Why are you so cute?

"Well?"

"What," Mapi asked.

"Are you going to try it," you ask, a slight pout finding its way to your lips.

"Oh, Right! Come in," Mapi laughs.

You follow Mapi into the kitchen excitedly, still beaming at the sight of her. She sets the plate of food on the counter and takes a seat. You pull up a chair beside her.

"Avocado toast is one of my go-to breakfast foods," you explain as Mapi takes a bite, watching her intently and holding your breath.

Mapi hums, her eyes closing slightly as she savors the flavor.

Is there anything you can't do?

"Fuck, this is good," Mapi moans.

Relief floods through you, glad that she enjoys your cooking. "I'm glad you like it," you grin.

"Like it? Baby, this is Michelin star worthy. I love it."

Baby? She called you baby!

Mapi watched once more as your brain fizzled and cracked, almost seeing the steam coming out of your ears due to the shutdown. She had to look down to prevent herself from smiling. Fuck was she blushing?

Mapi clears her throat hesitantly. "So, uh, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out later today?"

"Yes!"

Both you and the tattooed woman pause at the lack of subtleness that your response had.

"I mean, that would be lovely," you corrected yourself. "Maybe I could give you a cooking lesson? I could come over here or we could go to a grocery store to pick up ingredients first and then come back here. Unless you don't want to then-"

And there you go with your spiraling.

A sweet look spread across Mapi's face as she gazed at you. From the way your eyes held every emotion to how plump your lips were, you were perfect. She wanted you and she couldn't deny it anymore.

"Does that sound good," You finally ask.

"Yes, that sounds amazing," Mapi grins, snapping out of her daze.

"Perfect."

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Mapi watched as her neighbor left her apartment and, the moment the door closed, began to run up at down her apartment. Excitement flooding her veins and flowing into her muscles.

"I have a date, Bagheera!"

Her cat watches as she begins to run out of breath, falling onto her bed with a smile before hopping back up and realizing, she's going to be late to practice.

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"I have a date, Aella!"

The black cat, blinks at you, before meowing softly.

"I know," you grinned, dancing around your kitchen, before freezing. "Shit, I got to get ready for work!"

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"Why are you smiling so much," Alexia asks, panting alongside Mapi.

"What do you mean," Mapi gasps, her calves on fire.

"Rest!"

Both Mapi and Alexia jog over to the water cart, Alexia watching Mapi with a raised eyebrow but decided to let it go.

The football player's mind was on you for the entire practice. On your smile and, if she was being honest, your legs.

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On your way home from work, you could be found with an unabashed smile, you had no reason to hide. You were ecstatic. You couldn't wait to see Mapi and learn more about her, maybe even...

You had to physically shake your head at the thought of kissing her.

Let's get to be friends first, you thought to yourself.

You made your way up the stairs, humming a tune that had been stuck in your head for a while, before coming to a halt.

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"Adios a todos," Mapi waved. "Nos vemos manana."

"Adios, Mapi," everyone responded.

Mapi left the locker room with a pep in her step, practically running to her car. Her face stuck in a permanent smile; she hadn't felt this way in a long time. The butterflies, the constant smiling, and the nagging need to see someone. It made Mapi's heart race; it wasn't something she was used to, but it was something she missed.

The football player sped down the road, reaching the apartment in record time. Bounding up the stairs, Mapi eagerly knocked on your door and paused. Then again. Then again.

"Noo," she whined, practically slamming her forehead against your door.

She trudged back to her door and into her apartment, throwing her backpack onto her sofa. She was greeted with the soft purrs and chirps from Bagheera, rubbing himself on her calve and letting his tail wrap around it.

"Hello" Mapi giggled, leaning down to pick him up. "She's not home, yet."

Mapi pouted against Bagheera's silky coat, walking to her room and setting him down onto the bed. She collapsed onto the bed beside him, her arms wrapping around the fluffy feline. Mapi couldn't help but feel disappointed that you weren't home yet. She had been looking forward to seeing you all day. But as she lay in bed with Bagheera, the thought occurred to her that maybe this was a good thing. Maybe this would give her some time to prepare for when you did come over later. Mapi wanted everything to be perfect when you arrived.

Mapi rolled over on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She couldn't wait to see you again. She hadn't felt this way in a long time. It was all so new and exciting. Mapi knew that she had to take things slow, but she couldn't help but feel drawn to you.

As she lay there, lost in thought, she snapped up.

"I cannot see her looking like this Bagheera, what am I doing?"

She hopped up and got to work, sifting through her closet before picking out an outfit. She then got to work on tidying up. She dusted and wiped down every inch of her apartment until it was spotless. Mapi even went as far as to light some scented candles, hoping to set a relaxing and romantic ambiance.

Finally, after what felt like forever, she was done.

"Maybe she's home now," Mapi thought out loud.

Bagheera meowed in response to her remark. Walking over to the door as if to convince her to go knock on her neighbor's door again.

"Okay, I'm going, I'm going," Mapi sighed.

Walking across the hallway and planting herself in front of your door. Knocking three times, she waits. Then again. Then again.

"Fuck," Mapi groans.

Turning around, her back against your door, she slides down until her butt hits the floor.

"Why aren't you home yet," she sighs to herself, hitting her head against your door.

As the dirty blond sat there, she could hear Aella meowing in your apartment. And, before she could respond to the little princess, she heard your voice.

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"Mapi?"

You watched as the footballer hurriedly stood up. When she did, your breath was taken away. Her hair was down, this was your first time seeing her hair down and she look gorgeous. She was dressed in a short sleeve button down, cropped just enough for you to see a sliver of her abs, and baggy jeans with a carabiner hooked on one of the belt loops.

"Hola, mi Reina," she smiled. "Qué tal?"

"I'm good," you giggled. "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you, actually," Mapi blushes. "I got home a little early."

"Oh, well aren't you sweet," you smiled, feeling your heart race. "Thank you for waiting for me. I'm sorry I'm late. Work ran longer than I expected."

Mapi waved off your apology, her eyes locking onto yours. The attraction between the two of you was palpable, the air thick with tension and anticipation.

"Well, the wait was worth it," Mapi replied, stepping closer to you.

Both of you paused, as Aella's meowing could be heard through your door.

"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere."

"I was actually planning on leaving the country," Mapi jokes.

"You're not funny."

"Yes, I am."

You scoffed as you entered your apartment. And, as soon as the door closes, breathe out a huge sigh. You hadn't expected her to be so perfect, so Mapi. Aella rubs against your leg, and you lean down to pet her.

"What do you think, girl?" you whisper, rubbing behind her ears. "She's pretty amazing, right?"

Aella purrs in response, and you smile. You're nervous, but excited at the same time. You've never felt this way before, but you're ready to explore these new feelings.

Rushing to change and put your stuff, you recount your date plans to yourself.

You take a deep breath and open the door, finding Mapi still waiting for you. She's scrolling through her phone and leaning against the wall but looks up as soon as you step out.

"Ready to go?" she asks, standing up.

"Yes!"

#mapi león #mapi leon x reader #woso #woso imagines #The Parent Trap(Cat Ver.)#barca femeni x reader

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