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repulsiveliquidation · 1 month

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Guardian of My Heart || Leah Williamson

based on this request here! it's not that long but i loved writing this so much so i hope y'all like it!

warnings : angst with happy ending. mentions of injury.

“And that’s the final whistle folks, Chelsea takes this game with a comfortable 3-1 win over the Gunners here at Stamford Bridge.”

Leah’s eyes fill with tears at the final whistle. Her heart shatters audibly in her chest. A game they needed to win to have a chance at the title, thrown away by silly mistakes and sloppy football. She walks around the pitch in shame, apologizing to all the Gooners in the stands who came only to see them fail.

“I’m sorry,” she says to the crowd, tears falling down her face. The rest of the girls do the same, making their way to the stands to thank fans and sign jerseys. The home side erupts in a painful cry of victory, one that makes Leah’s chest almost cave in on itself.

The changing room is silent except for the sound of bags being packed and the muted drumming of water on the floor from the showers. One by one the girls make their way to the bus, offending socks from the wardrobe mishap filling the trash bin in the locker room.

Leah sulks when she hears the girls all planning to see their partners at home and just forget today’s game. She just jammed her AirPods into her ears and played her country music loudly, hoping the gaping hole of loneliness in her chest would go away with the serenading words of Luke Combs.

She knew her house would be lonely. She knew her house would be quiet. She knew her house would be dark. There was no one waiting. The person she wanted most would not be there. There was only one person to blame for that.

“Leah, you can’t keep doing this to me!” you yelled, rounding the coffee table as Leah stumbled into the house at twenty past three on a Saturday. You came over at eight thinking Leah would be home since she promised to help you cook dinner and enjoy the Bachelor finale on TV together. Instead, you walked into her apartment with your spare key to an empty house and her bedroom a mess. Her makeup was all over the bathroom and she had clearly changed her shoes at least three times.

You waited and waited for her to get home, calling the Arsenal girls to figure out where she had gone. They felt sorry for you and tried to get Leah to go home to you but she said something that the moment it left her lips, your heart broke into pieces.

“You’re such a fucking needy bitch, get off my back for once!”

You don’t know why you still sat in her living room for three more hours and waited for her to get home. You knew you needed to know she was home safe. That she was okay. That she didn’t choke on her own vomit from drinking too much. Because despite being her second choice for a while now, you still loved the England skipper. You still love Leah Williamson.

Leah drove home in pin-drop silence. Her kit bag was thrown in the back to be dealt with later, her arm on the door holding her head up as the streets of London were a blur. She parked in her spot and walked out like a zombie, not noticing your car in her driveway and her porch light on.

The key turned easily and she walked into her house to the turntable on low and the smell of smileys and a roast coming from the kitchen. She looked down and saw a pair of shoes that she recognized and a voice that was singing along to the music that she had fallen asleep to a million times.

“Y/N?” Leah spoke aloud, toeing her shoes off and dropping her kit bag. She shuffled into the kitchen and saw you standing there at the stove, stirring in the roasting tray and making a gravy. There were two plates on the island she instantly knew which one was hers. You turn and give her a soft smile, pushing your chin out to gesture her to sit. She does and grabs the bottle of wine you’ve set out and pours the two glasses full of Cabernet.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, grabbing a smiley off the plate she knew was hers and nibbling on the cheek.

“I wanted to make sure you had something to eat,” you answer curtly as you put the whisk down and grab a gravy boat, smiling to yourself when you still remember where it was.

“Y/N,” Leah says sternly, putting her half-eaten smiley down.

You turn and put the gravy boat next to the roast, finally looking at your ex-girlfriend.

“I needed to know that you were okay, after today.”

“Why?” Leah asks, voice carrying a lilt of guilt with fresh tears filling her eyes.

You walked around the island and turned the skipper in her seat to face you. You held her face in your hands, wiping the tears that fell. You had been in this situation before when Leah tore her ACL.

“You’re going to be okay, Leah.”

“What if I never play like I used to ever again?”

“You don’t ever need to worry about that because you will. The Leah Williamson I know never gives up.”

She chuckles but more fear settles in her heart. Leah looks up at you at the very island she’s sitting at right now.

“I’m scared,” she admits sheepishly, looking defeated and terrified. You cup her face and wipe the tear stains off her face.

“You will get through this Leah and I will be there every step of the way.”

“You won’t leave? They always leave.”

“I would never. I love you.”

“I love you too,” she whispers back to you before you kiss her, her mind willing itself to get better. If not for her, for you.

Zach Bryan’s voice fills the room softly, the lyrics of ‘Tourniquet’ “take care of the blood that your love runs through” remind you of why you packed up a roast and stopped at the shops for a bag of frozen smileys. It reminds you of all the nights you massaged her leg when it was feeling tight. It reminds you of all the nights when you sat beside her and held her close while she cried at another delay in her recovery. It reminds you of all the nights you spent awake with her when she couldn’t sleep because of the pain.

Was it worth it? Yes.

Would you do it all over again? Yes.

Leah breaks down when her eyes meet yours. The smell of your perfume and your musk flood her senses with all the reasons why she was in love with you all those years. Deep down inside she knew she still felt that way and hoped that you did too.

Leah cries. The pain of losing, hurting her hamstring just as she’s called to the England squad for the first time since her ACL, and the overwhelming sense of disappointment burst the moment you held her in your arms again. It was home and it was safe. Leah clung onto your hoodie and made a right mess on the front but you didn’t care. Leah needed you and you wished you could take away her pain.

“I just wasn’t me out there today and that cost us the game,” Leah muttered after calming herself down and her hiccups stopped.

“Today wasn’t just your fault, honey,” you cooed, taking the hair tie out of Leah’s hair and combing your fingers through her blonde locks. She rested her head against your stomach and closed her eyes, zeroing in on your touch.

“I let the team down,” she countered, pulling you closer to her.

“It just wasn’t anyone’s day today, my love,” you cupped her face and wiped more of the tears that were about to fall from her eyes. You leaned in a little and were a bit unsure, but feeling her nudge herself towards you gave you the approval you sought.

Her lips felt familiar against yours.

Salty.

Warm.

Recognizable.

Home.

She chased your lips and melted into them, gripping your wet hoodie like her life depended on it or that you would vanish if she let go, even for a second.

“I’m sorry I treated you the way I did, you don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve someone willing to love you for you, Leah,” you reassure her and seal it with a kiss, walking away from her to chuck the roast back in the oven to warm up for a bit and her smileys into the air fryer for a little reheating.

Zach’s voice fills the blanks when you look at her blue eyes, her features blow you away every time you look at her. You bled your whole soul into things you can't control; in a world you'll never satisfy brings Leah back to reality. The game today was good. It didn’t go their way from the beginning with those wretched socks and their delayed start but they gave it their all. It was a lesson to be learned and one to look back on when the team had lost its spark.

Leah scoffs down half the roast and convinces you to throw a couple more smiley into the air fryer for her to drown in your delicious gravy. You put a fresh toothbrush next to hers in her bathroom and have a glass of warm milk on your bedside waiting for you like you like.

“You remembered,” you tell her as she hands you a ratty jersey for you to sleep in. You throw it on and inhale her delicate scent, your heart filling with warmth and ease.

“I still set it out sometimes you know, especially after you left.”

“You’ll have to try and remember again now, I think,” you tease, and she stands in front of you. You sip on your milk and she kisses the foam mustache off your lips.

“I’ll never forget, my love. Ever.”

#woso x reader #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #arsenal wfc x reader #engwnt x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso fanfics #woso soccer

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alexias-putellas · 2 months

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the grudge (4) // barça femení x reader

barça femení x reader

part one part two part three

happier times are coming i promise

it was the first day of training since arriving back in barcelona and much to everyone’s surprise, you were willing to tag along with mapi and ingrid. you even agreed to go out to breakfast with them beforehand.

you’d never say it out loud but it was because you were scared to be on your own. with your thoughts and that stupid bright red plaster cast. in hindsight it was a dumb idea to let the biggest gooner on earth pick the colour.

ingrid watched with a frown as you pushed your food around your plate, nibbling at something every now and again. mapi was chattering away about a new tattoo she was wanting, completely unaware that neither of you were listening.

you felt something nudge your foot and looked up to meet ingrid’s curious eyes, you gave her a small smile and managed to eat a few spoonfuls of food. just enough to keep her worries at bay but not enough that your stomach twisted uncomfortably.

“you okay?” ingrid asked softly, mapi turning to look at you too.

you nodded in response, watching as the couple deflated. you hadn’t said a word since the match in london and they’d been trying everything in an attempt to get you to speak but to no avail. yes or no questions got answered, open ended questions were left hanging in the air.

the rest of breakfast was fairly quiet and if you weren’t still wallowing in self-pity, you probably would’ve felt bad for pulling the mood down.

mapi and ingrid helped you into the car, the two of them letting you have control of the music. when you quietly started to hum along, mapi jolted in her seat and ingrid was quick to nudge the spaniard, giving her a look whilst shaking her head.

arriving at training wasn’t nearly as bad as you were expecting. you felt a little sad but had already decided that maybe a break from football would be good for you, considering you had been playing non-stop for months and months.

you slowly followed behind mapi and ingrid, keeping your eyes trained on your feet and crutches, still not confident using them just yet. the norwegian turned slightly to make sure you were alright and chuckled softly when she spotted you, tongue poking out from your lips as you concentrated.

“you okay?” ingrid asked and you looked up, cheeks flushing. mapi turned too and your blush deepened.

you nodded, giving them both a small smile. sometimes you really didn’t like how well ingrid actually knew you because whilst mapi seemed content with your non-verbal answer, you caught the way ingrid’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

you knew that she wouldn’t pull you up on whatever she was thinking, there was no point really. you’d hardly spoken since the hospital in london. and on the rare occasions you had spoken, you were uncharacteristically awful to any and everyone. well, almost everyone.

the only people you’d let in since then were mapi, ingrid, and leah. the former choosing to facetime you every night since the incident, letting you decide when to hang up, even if it meant you two sat in silence for hours.

mapi and ingrid had insisted that your stay in their place became permanent and you, once again, had zero objections, having already grown extremely comfortable living with them.

so when you inevitably ended up in the lockeroom, you folded in on yourself, huddling next to mapi. the sympathetic looks and quiet conversations made you feel sick and regret agreeing to watch the girls train.

you and mapi were the last ones on the grass and when you got comfortable on the floor of the sidelines, she dropped a bag in front of you. you hadn’t seen her carrying it so of course you were confused. but she’d joined the session before you could find your voice and ask about it.

opening the bag, you felt your stomach flip as you realised that the spaniard seemed to know you just as well as ingrid. she’d filled it with your favourite drinks and snacks, along with a sketchbook and all kinds of pencils.

with a small satisfied smile, you took out the supplies and let yourself escape the real world.

so when mapi collapsed into a heap next to you ten minutes later, you unconsciously handed her a bottle without sparing her a glance.

“gracias,” mapi said and you hummed absentmindedly. “what are you drawing?”

you looked up then, shifting your legs to hide your sketchbook from her view. you glanced over to see alexia already looking over at the two of you, and you just assumed that she was the one who had sent mapi over to check on you.

“let me see,” mapi moved closer and your hand instantly shot out, keeping her at a safe distance. “hey!”

she swatted at you but you held your own, pushing her away whenever she tried to peek. for a moment, she hesitated, thinking that you were starting to get agitated. but she saw that you were actually fighting back a smile.

“maría!” you laughed as she ripped the pencil from your hand. she looked at you in shock before recovering and quickly reaching out to mess up the order you had placed the pencils in. you kicked at her with your good leg. “go away!”

mapi moved back but she didn’t go away. you raised your eyebrows slightly since you could clearly see that she was holding something back.

you kicked at her again, gently this time, motioning for her to say whatever she wanted to say.

“i might have invited some of the girls over tonight for some food,” she told you, a nervous smile on her face. you stared at her blankly. “do not look at me like that!”

“when you say some–“

“i mean it. it is not a team night, i promise,” you studied her face, searching for any traces of a lie but you found none. “and if it gets too much for you, i will send them all away. even ingrid.”

you laughed softly before nodding. “okay.”

mapi instantly brightened, quickly re-sorting your pencils to the order that she thought they were in before shooting back into the training session.

truthfully, you wanted nothing more than to turn her down, not really wanting to spend time with anyone who wasn’t mapi or ingrid but everyone was trying.

and you owed it to them to try as well.

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mapi was extremely proud of herself. not only did the apartment look great but you were still willing to join the mini girls night she had planned.

ingrid was busying herself with the task of actually making sure they had everything they needed, despite the spaniard’s protests that they did.

so when all of that was finished and mapi knocked on your door to tell you that the girls wouldn’t be long, she really didn’t like what she saw when you opened the door.

your eyes were red and teary, cheeks flushed with dried tear stains on them. your lip jutted out slightly as you sniffled, bagheera circling your legs whilst rubbing against you. you lifted a shaky hand to wipe at your eyes.

mapi didn’t ask you what was wrong because she knew you wouldn’t tell her so instead she gently hugged you before sending you off to ingrid, deciding that you were not in the headspace to deal with as many of the girls as she’d hoped.

grabbing her phone, mapi texted apologies and explanations, feeling nothing but relief when she got sympathy and understanding in return.

ingrid was the one to answer the door when soft knocks echoed through the quiet space. mapi watched with amusement as your face changed, evidently trying to figure out who was there by the voices you could hear.

you brightened up for a second before sinking back into the sofa. you weren’t really sure why any of them had agreed to come, you hadn’t exactly been the nicest person to be around.

that’s why you stayed snuggled up with mapi and bagheera for the first half an hour, focusing solely on the cat and not on the stares you could feel.

“hey,” mapi nudged you and you looked up at her. “we are making pizza.”

“we are?” you asked quietly and she could see the hesitation on your face.

“sí,” she nodded. “they are not mad at you, lo prometo.”

you didn’t really believe her but you were hungry and pizza was one of your favourite foods so you let mapi help you off the sofa and into the kitchen.

glancing around at the newcomers, you decided that ona was your best bet. for multiple reasons. the main one being that alexia, lucy, and keira had all been on the receiving end of your wrath.

“hola, oni.” you said quietly, standing next to her and glancing down at the pizza dough.

“oh, hello,” ona smiled warmly and you felt a little relieved that at least she wasn’t upset with you. “do you know how to do this?”

“i most certainly do. used to do this all the time back in london so we are going to smoke those losers.”

you reached for the knife but huffed when the crutch attached to your arm bounced off the cabinet. you tried again and got the same result. you put aside one of the crutches, keeping the one on the side of your good leg so you could lean your weight on it.

when ona wrapped her arm around your waist to help keep you steady, you purposefully ignored the flip of your stomach and carried on with your plan to cut the pizza into a heart shape.

as the time flew passed, you grew more and more relaxed, eventually finding yourself laughing with the other girls like nothing had ever happened.

you had tried to apologise but they were quick to shut you down, lucy even going as far as shoving a slice of pizza into your mouth when you tried again.

keira and alexia had both hugged you and made you promise that you’d talk to them all more instead of keeping everything inside, a horrible habit of yours.

you swallowed thickly and nodded. “i don’t think i can promise that but i can try.”

ingrid smiled and placed her hand on your knee. “that is all we ask of you, elskling.”

you gave her a small smile in return, eagerly accepting mapi’s offer of picking the movie. you had ended up sitting between her and alexia on the sofa, the former’s fingers combing through your hair.

about halfway through, you felt your eyes getting heavy but lucy was teasing you about it so you were determined to make it to the end of the movie.

you didn’t.

not even five minutes later, you were dozing off and alexia was quick to guide you to lean against her, your head resting comfortably on her shoulder.

you were awoken a little while later when you were placed on your bed, whining at the sudden loss of warmth. your eyes fluttered open and you reached out, wrapping your fist around the hoodie alexia was wearing. “stay.”

“vale.” she slipped next to you under the covers and you immediately nestled into her side.

“night, ale.” you murmured, tucking your head into her neck.

alexia wrapped her arm around you, pulling you closer to her, and rubbing your back soothingly.

“night, cariño.”

#woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso #alexia putellas #maría león #ingrid engen #lucy bronze #keira walsh #barca femeni #barcelona femeni #ona batlle

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clingyduoapologist · 17 days

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Look, I didn’t want to be a rizzler.

If you’re mewing to this because you think you might be one, my advice is: end your streak right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about their edgeing, try to live a beta life.

Being a rizzler, is skibidi, it’s lacking gyatt, most of the time, it gets you mogged in painful, nasty ways.

If you’re a gooner, reading this because you think it’s fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe the rizz never left Ohio.

But if you recognize yourself in these pages - if you feel something mogging inside - stop edging immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it’s only a matter of time before the opps sense it too, and they’ll come for you.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

#think this may just be my worst post yet #kind of obsessed with it tho #pjo

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lovinpelova · 4 months

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stargirl | a. russo

summary; alessia plays really well against chelsea, so you reward her. [SMUT]

🎵 collide - justine skye

north london was officially red - once again.

a massive 4-1 win over chelsea proved that, beth opening the scoreline before amanda followed with a header, then alessia after making a perfectly timed run. but she wasn't stopping there, claiming a penalty from a miscommunication on chelsea's behalf and burying the ball confidently, arsenal's defense picking up afterwards to shut down all of chelsea's attacks when both teams started using substitutes. yourself being a gunner too meant you weren't able to properly congratulate your girlfriend as you were too busy delivering all you possibly could in midfield, victoria being a massive help as you both put down masterclasses alongside each other to aid in any mistakes that were made.

eventually the full-time whistle blew and a roar of applause soon followed, blues booing loudly or shaking their heads in defeat as gooners celebrated with singing and dancing. you shook hands with everyone and made your rounds of the chelsea team, saying they played well until the last second before running off to find victoria - your best friend - and jumping onto her back. you yelled in her ear as she flinched with a grin, looking back at you as you kissed her forehead sloppily before wrapping your arms around her neck whilst hoisting you up further onto her back.

"north london is red baby!"

"fuck yeah it is!"

you joked about with the dutchie for a couple more minutes with leah and beth joining in, loving how your childish sides came out around each other although you were both twenty-four and strictly professional when it came to anything else.

"beffy, i'm so proud of you!"

you wrapped your arm around her shoulders as she slung hers around your waist to pull you closer, kissing your temple affectionately whilst you all waved to fans and looked around in awe of the atmosphere.

"it's about bloody time i've scored here again."

the blonde joked, both of you laughing lightly before you felt a pair of hands grab your shoulders with a yell accompanying them, the accent telling you it was a certain left-back you couldn't help but adore.

"shit, mccabe you nearly gave me a heart attack then!"

"i'll be having a heart attack if she gets a yellow next game."

"we all know that's gonna happen."

katie retaliated, confirming she was planning on playing dirty against spurs like usual. you and beth rolled your eyes at her as she grinned in response, leah soon coming to take her away as viv did the same with beth, yourself turning around to spot alessia yelling your name and jogging after you.

"there's my stargirl!"

you opened your arms wide for her as she collapsed into them, stumbling for a couple moments before picking you up and spinning you around, yourself squealing in fear of her dropping you before she put you down and kissed your forehead affectionately. she wrapped her arm around your shoulders as yours went around her hips, head leaning against her to stay comfortable and in her hold whilst making your rounds of the pitch.

"you know that article i found yesterday? the one about me not scoring goals but making a bigger impact literally anywhere else on the pitch."

you scoffed at the italians petty tone but hummed in response anyways, not wanting to tell her you'd read it in your own time and there was nothing bad about it. all it was saying is that she wasn't a prolific goalscorer for the arsenal yet the same way stina or bunny or sam or rachel were and she made a bigger impact with her recovery rates, possession, passes and assists.

"i wonder how that writer is feeling right now."

"okay petty girl, calm down. i'm sure they didn't mean any harm by it."

you chuckled whilst placing your hand on alessias chest and lifting your head up, watching her look down at you with an unimpressed expression that quickly melted away when you kissed her cheek sweetly.

"plus, you woke up and told them 'hold my beer' today, didn't you?"

"guess i did. player of the match to prove it."

the striker lifted up her trophy and wiggled it in your face like a child excited about a new toy, a cheesy grin covering her face as you responded with a proud look.

"my stargirl."

you mumbled so only she could hear, a bright red blush covering her cheeks as she chuckled nervously and looked at the ground, thanking you shyly.

"come on then, lets get home."

alessia responded after she gained her confidence back, practically dragging you to the changing rooms as she was desperate for a shower and to get out of her dirty kit. music was blasting from the moment you both walked in, vic and noelle following closely behind as they egged you on to walk faster so they didn't miss out on the fun- so obviously you had to walk slower just to take the piss. after an hour or so of dancing to beths music choices you were packing up your matchday things alongside a couple of the other girls, majority already having left to go home or greet their family that had made the trip to watch.

whilst zipping up your back and searching for your boots you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist, a familiar scent accompanying them as your girlfriend kissed along your neck sweetly. you quickly fell back into her embrace and held her arms there for a moment, turning your head to kiss her cheek before she spoke.

"i'll be waiting in the car for you babygirl."

"okay. won't be long beautiful."

alessia snuck in a peck to your lips before playfully smacking your bum as you scolded her, the italian out of your reach before you could retaliate and already on her way to your shared car. you looked around for your boots before finding them in vics cubby, looking at the woman unimpressed as she smiled sheepishly at you.

"it was leahs idea?"

she hopelessly tried to persuade with a shrug, yourself turning to the england captain as she smirked in response, quickly smacking you away when you went after her.

"hey, acl squad members are ruled out of catfights when in recovery! besides i thought it would be funny to see how much less distracts you."

"turns out you don't even notice someone sneaking your boots when you're loved up."

victoria explained before you retaliated to leahs teasing, holding out your boots for you as you took them from her.

"thank you vic, at least someone here has maturity- more than what can be said about you lee."

you grinned at the blonde as she scoffed in mock offence, sticking your tongue out at her before grabbing your things and heading out of the changing room after a final check for everything. spotting alessia waiting in your car you speed-walked over to get out of the cold, opening the backdoor and placing your things in with hers before settling in the passenger seat. even though alessia had very sadly departed with her beloved merc after the three-year lease she signed was up, she still insisted you be her passenger princess in your newly shared car.

"you take forever sometimes."

"vic and lee stole my boots! blame them."

you retorted as alessia laughed whilst pulling out of the parking lot to start the fairly short drive to your shared flat, staying in a comfortable silence until you collapsed on the couch after practically dumping your bags on the kitchen counter with a long sigh.

"that much of a shift in midfield, huh?"

"ugh, you don't even understand how hard jessie is to mark! it's like she channelled her inner iniesta today."

alessia sat down on the couch next to you and opened her arms wide, a shocked noise leaving her mouth when you moved to straddle her lap but she clearly wasn't complaining by the way her arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer. you kissed her deeply for a moment before she pulled away to peck your lips once more, responding to your rant about the canadian you went to ucla with a fair few years ago.

"but you played with her in the states so you know how to deal with her. you played well today baby, doesn't matter if jess challenged you 'cus you showed up on that pitch every moment we needed you. i'm so proud of you."

"speaking of people who played well today..."

the blonde groaned and threw her head back at your change of conversation topic, a small blush covering her face as she grinned up at you after moving her head to face you normally again.

"my stargirl got player of the match!"

"really? i didn't notice."

you smacked her chest lightly for the sarcasm before laughing together, your arms moving to wrap around her neck and pull her closer.

"you deserve a bigger reward than a small trophy for how you played today."

alessias eyebrows raised as you watched her lips curl up into a smirk, the grip on your hips tightening whilst she moved to sit up properly and adjust so she was more comfortable, suddenly far more interested in the conversation.

"oh yeah? like what?"

you bit your lip playfully whilst pretending to be in thought, humming lightly as she patiently waited for your answer, knowing what she wanted wasn't going to come without a little bit of teasing on your behalf.

"maybe you don't sleep on the couch tonight? wait no, that's too nice. you can lie with me until i fall asleep, then you come sleep on the couch."

"oh wow, that's a great deal. but..."

the italian trailed off suggestively, carefully moving so your back was pressed against the couch and she was above you, slowly kissing up your neck before she reached your ear.

"i do have a better idea. i think you'll like it too."

"hmm, i wonder what it could be?"

"you want me to show you?"

you grinned up at alessia as she smiled in response once you nodded your head, dipping down to kiss you passionately with her hands trailing underneath your shirt and tracing your toned stomach, your own moving up to tangle in her hair and tug on it lightly. the blonde groaned lowly as her hands impatiently trailed up towards your breasts, smiling into the kiss when you moaned softly once she started massaging them slowly, eventually pulling away to take off your shirt for you. she pulled hers off soon after and threw it across the room with yours, careless on where it landed as she leaned down to kiss you again with her hands moving towards your breasts to continue their movements, her hips readjusting in a way that told you to move your legs around her waist.

you quickly followed her silent command as she deepened the kiss, hands trailing across her muscular back as her lips moved down your neck and began sucking marks into your collarbone. your hips bucked up into hers as she gripped your thighs and pulled them tighter around her waist, wanting you as close as possible whilst you pushed her head further down towards your stomach. you felt her grin against your abs and scoffed at her cockiness, lightly slapping her muscular shoulder as she chuckled with you whilst kissing along your stomach, hands taking off your joggers slowly.

"less, please hurry up."

your girlfriend lifted her head up with one eyebrow raised, pulling off your joggers and throwing them carelessly across the living room, smirking down at your needy state with her fingers teasing the waistband of your underwear.

"what if i didn't?"

you looked up at her, unimpressed, crossing your arms over your chest as she mocked your moody expression.

"doghouse."

"okay, okay baby, you know i was just joking."

the blonde quickly apologised as you grinned victoriously, watching her shake her head in disbelief whilst pulling off your underwear and trailing kisses along your hipbones. alessia moved her lips across your thighs to leave her mark, dipping the tip of her tongue in the crevice of your thigh before lifting your legs over her shoulders, broad hands gripping your thighs without a problem as yours moved to tangle in her hair again. a gasp left your lips when she finally got to work, tongue licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit before she fully dove in, flicking her tongue across your clit at a godly pace and smirking against your heat at the immediate moan you let out in response.

"alessia!"

you squealed in shock as she began sucking on your clit harshly, looking down to see her eyes already locked onto yours as you moaned at the sight. her veiny hands keeping your thighs in place, legs over her muscular shoulders and toned back as she buried her face into your pussy like you were her last meal, eyes boring into yours as she worked you towards your high. she trailed her tongue down to your entrance and dipped it in to test the waters, taking note of the way your back arched - a miniscule amount - but still enough that she noticed it from her position.

alessia moaned into your heat and pushed her head further down, nose bumping against your clit slightly if she moved enough with her tongue burying itself inside you, thrusting in and out the way her fingers would be if she didn't have those stupid nails on. she curled her tongue slightly upwards in an attempt to hit your g-spot, grazing over it and earning a broken moan with your hands tugging her hair to push her further into you. her eyes rolled back at the sensation of her hair being pulled at as she ate you out, loving the way you tasted and wanting so much more.

"alessia- so good baby keep going."

you murmured out breathlessly, her tongue coming out and flicking over your clit in all different directions and speeds to make your back arch inhumanely, a guttural moan leaving your throat as the italian tightened her grip on your thighs. if anyone told her she would be having you as her post-match meal she would've rushed home a lot sooner; alessia loved eating you out.

"m'gonna cum- god baby, i'm gonna cum!"

alessia picked up the pace of her tongue as much as she possibly could, flicking it back and forth before flattening it out against your heat completely and trailing back down to your entrance, teasing a couple times before moving to suck your clit into her mouth again. she moaned at the taste of your wetness all over her mouth, some of it trailing down her chin as her eyes rolled back with yours, your orgasm soon coming over you and flooding into her awaiting mouth.

the italian felt you whine and tug her hair gently when her tongue didn't let up, her thumbs stroking over your thighs gently as she looked into your eyes deeply and winked cockily, moving back to the task at hand as she closed them. your thighs tightened their grip around her head as she continued flicking her tongue over your puffy clit, moaning into your pussy as you already felt another orgasm coming.

"less- are you- oh god don't stop."

alessia felt your juices running down her chin with how lazy she was being, not caring if she missed any because she just wanted to taste your cum again. her jaw fell slack for a minute as she moaned shamelessly against your cunt, hips grinding down into the couch below with her eyes rolling back as she sloppily drove you towards your orgasm. she wasn't going to stop until she got another high out of you, that was her reward, she deserved it.

that and she was clearly pussy drunk.

who doesn't love a bit of messy head anyways, right?

your orgasm approached out of nowhere as you tugged on her hair with your thighs spasming against her face, the blonde gladly licking up your juices as they burst out into her awaiting mouth for the second time that night, cleaning you up carefully and stopping her hip movements after she realised what she was doing. she didn't care about herself, she needed to make sure you were okay after such intense orgasms so soon after the other.

"you okay-"

"take these off right now."

you demanded as your hands pushed her shoulders until she was laying on her back, the blonde caught offguard by your stern tone and desperate lips against hers but moving to take off her shorts anyways once you tugged at them to let her know what you wanted off.

"y/n/n i'm fine you don't have to-"

"less, i just watched you grind against the couch whilst eating me out because you're so horny. i'm gonna fuck you, okay?"

the blonde nodded her head shyly in response as you smiled down at her, watching her throw her clothes across the room whilst trailing your fingers down her stomach with your lips marking across her chest.

"plus, don't you think my stargirl deserves a special reward too?"

you teased before biting down on her earlobe carefully, chuckling at the breathy moan she let out when your fingers reached her heat and began gathering her arousal, trailing up to circle her clit whilst she desperately captured your lips with her own. her legs opened wider for you on instinct as you pushed a digit in and slowly began thrusting, curling it slightly to work her up as you brushed against her g-spot and prepared her for a second finger. she grasped at your shoulders hopelessly whilst attempting to keep up with the kiss, breathing and moaning heavily into your mouth once your thrusts gradually sped up.

"babygirl, i need more."

she whimpered desperately against your lips, pushing her waist up into your hand and groaning when your palm hit her clit at the perfect angle. your lips trailed lazy kisses down her neck whilst you slowly pushed in a second finger, moving back to slow thrusts as she adjusted to the stretch before speeding up again and curling your digits further, relishing in the moans she was shamelessly letting out.

"y/n/n- baby, just like that. god don't stop!"

alessia threw her head back as her thighs began to tighten around your waist, back arching lightly and nails digging into your shoulders as she repeatedly chanted your name, eyes closing in pleasure as her jaw slacked open once again.

"that feel good lessi? you like that?"

"yes, m'so close baby. oh god i'm gonna cum!"

the striker thrusted her hips up to meet your hand as she rode out her high, arms wrapping around your shoulders to pull you into a passionate kiss that she was uncontrollably moaning into. her back arched into your chest as you smiled against her lips at the pleasure she was experiencing, knowing she must have needed it judging by how fast she finished and the way her orgasm was still dragging out nearly a minute later with her hips still pushing against your fingers.

your girlfriend eventually calmed down from her high as you pulled your fingers out of her, quickly sucking them clean before she could move to do so herself and smirking at the way she bit her lip unconsciously.

"you okay?"

you asked thoughtfully, brushing some of alessias messy hair out of her face as she grinned up at you and nodded her head in response, too fucked out to even form a coherent sentence. chuckling at her state you got up and headed to the kitchen, getting her a glass of water and placing it beside her before collecting your clothes again, putting them on and helping her after noticing she was struggling to lift her legs.

"shut up."

she mumbled once she spotted your cocky grin, shoving your shoulder lightly before laying down again and opening her arms for you, sighing when she had you in her embrace and kissing the top of your head sweetly as you both fell asleep in each others arms.

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reckoning - alessia russo x reader

genre: angst/comfort, lessi’s first game against united

warnings: swearing

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as you watched alessia gain possession over the ball, your heart sank. loud boos echoed across the stadium from the manchester united fans. despite all she had done for united, becoming their top goal scorer last season, her old fans had absolutely no respect. a feeling anxiousness, anger and guilt stirred inside you, subconsciously aware that alessia was going to be impacted by this.

at half-time, you spotted alessia sipping water from her bottle in the distance. regrettably, you couldn’t secure seats closer to the subs' area, so all you could do was watch, your face etched with concern. alessia’s cheeks flushed pink from exersion, and even from afar, you could see tears welling in her waterline. she tilted her head upward, gazing at the sky in an effort to hold back her tears. all you longed was to be by her side, to comfort her and ensure she was okay.

full time arrived. your girlfriend had made a valiant attempt at scoring in the second half, having had more possession in the second half. but with increased possession came intensified boos from the opposing crowd. as the final whistle blew, alessia wore a small smile, expressing gratitude to her current and former teammates. your heart swelled with warmth as you saw her embrace tooney.

given your status now considered a part of alessia’s family, you had access to the changing rooms. you patiently waited in the away team's area, sitting in a cubby filled with your girlfriend's belongings. alessia engaged in conversation with kyra and katie, subtly including herself. when her eyes met yours, she saw your beaming smile; her composure faltered. she rushed over, seeking solace in your arms.

"hey, baby, you were incredible out there!" you said, complimenting her performance from the pitch, pressing a firm kiss on the top of her head.

she nestled her face into your neck. her tall figure began to tremble from the gasps of breaths she took. hot, wet tears began dampening your shoulder.

“sweetheart, what’s wrong? hm?”

your heart ached to see her like this. you get a good look at her face when you slightly pull yourself away from her; face red and cascading with tears.

"t-they hate me," she managed to say, her voice breaking, "and i couldn’t even score."

gently brushing her blonde hair aside, attached to the side of her face from her tears, you cupped her hot, tear-streaked cheeks. using then pads of your fingers, you wiped the tears from under her eyes.

“lessi my love, those toxic fans are fucking immature and lack blatant respect," you said, your lips touching her forehead, "you deserve better. don’t let their childish antics get in your head, less. if they only looked with their puny little eyes, they’d see how brightly you’re shining at arsenal, hey?"

a reassuring smile passed between you, and she nodded, her confidence returning.

“baby, you are so lucky to have those gooners though, hm? angel, did you here them out there? ‘alessia russo we’ve got’!” you rubbed her shoulder in attempt to comfort her.

"yeah," she said, embracing you once more, finding her arms wrapped around your smaller body, "i love you."

“i love you too," you whispered, your lips meeting hers in a deep kiss. your voice dropped to a near-whisper, "maybe i’ll make tonight special for you, considering how well you played, baby."

with a playful squeeze on alessia’s ass, she gasped in surprise, and you darted away from her.

"oi! you're in for it tonight, babe!" she called after you.

katie was seated in the adjacent cubby next to her own girlfriend, she glanced at caitlin, raising her eyebrows with a playful smirk.

"kinky!"

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an: to any of u man united fans who booed at lessi fuck off and grow up.

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