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I’m Not The Enemy

Lucy Bronze X Ona Batlle X USWNT Reader

Summary: USWNT goalie reader has found herself entangled with two of the best defenders she has laid her eyes on, but what happens when readers past trauma get the best of her. Will the three be able to overcome the hardships that seem to find them at every turn? Will reader and Ona be able to coexist at club level?

Warnings: Suggestive themes, Angst, Foul Language, Bad Mental Health and Self Deprecation. If I missed one please let me know!

This is Part 1 of a series me and my co-writer have been working on. If you have suggestions or anything let us know. Also thanks @daphwritesworld for being amazing!

Anything in Italics is Catalan or Spanish

Many people told you loving two people at the same time wouldn't be easy, but no one told you it would feel this lonely.

I met Lucy and Ona many times on the pitch. It was never a dull moment being a keeper and watching the defense players work their magic. I always noticed just how well they played, probably in a bit of a creepy way, but how can you not stare at beautiful women who seem to be effortlessly talented.

Ona and I got close playing at Manchester United, but never did we cross the line of friendship until after Lucy Staniforth’s wedding in Dec. 2022. That’s where things get blurry. I don’t truly know how it happened. One minute we are dancing the next Ona is whispering in my ear about just how amazing I looked. The passion I saw in her eyes made my stomach flutter because how could this perfect woman be looking at me like that. I also knew from watching her the whole night that she had eyes for a certain someone else. I wasn’t planning on being the fall back plan. One too many drinks and a dare together ended up with three of us in bed that night.

To say I was a coward for a bit after that was an understatement. The moment I woke up with Ona and The Lucy Bronze in my bed I bolted. I can’t explain why, but I never felt I deserved them both. How could these two women who hit it off instantly also want me.

I never saw the way Ona looked at me when I walked the other direction at trainings and avoided her as much as I could. She sure didn’t make it easy and neither did Staniforth. Lucy S. confronted me about how bad Ona was hurting after a particularly grueling training session. All I wanted was to do was be alone. The coaches were already on my back about my performances recently during training and in matches and were having talks of loaning me out if I couldn’t get myself together. Little did they know it was one of our players that kept me distracted.

The day of training was really like any other. Grueling keeper drills with the coaching staff kept me busy away from the rest of the girls for the majority of the day. When it came to scrimmaging at the end to see if we could incorporate everything we worked on throughout the day things really fell apart. Why did they have to put her on my team? I wouldn’t have lost my cool with all my defenders if it wasn’t for the fact I was on edge myself.

It was already 1-1 and my defenders weren’t talking to each other causing another ball to get past me. That was the final straw that broke the camels back as we say back home.

“What the hell was that! Sprint next time!” I shouted the second I got up from my unsuccessful dive to stop the ball. The sheepish looks they give me started to make my blood boil even more.

“How dull can you be to not have seen that run coming?” My voice only seems to strain the more I thought about how simple it should have been for them to halt the offense in their tracks, but also more than that I’m angry at myself for not saving the ball when I know I could have. I had been saving balls like that all day with the coaches. So why couldn’t I do it just now?

I feel my feet start to take me towards them but I’m stopped in my tracks by a firm grip on my shoulder. I quickly look at who has decided to put their hands on me when I come face to face with Lucy. How did she get to me so quickly and without me noticing her coming, but the look on her face makes my brain stop for a second.

“What the hell are you shouting at them like that for? We are all trying to make this work and if I’m being honest that was Lessi pulling off an amazing run and you know it so get your head out your ass!” Lucy says in a more exasperated tone than what I’m used to hearing from her.

The coaches whistle blast through the air and pulls my attention away for a second only for them to tell us that it was enough training for the day. I go to take a step away but her grip has not let up. I turn my attention towards her again only to see her watching the others leave the pitch.

Only when it's just the two of us does she look at me again. Her eyes soften just a tad bit but still are showing just how disappointed she is with me. I see her take a big breath and I know I’m in for it now.

“What has gotten into you lately? Ever since my wedding you have been shutting everyone out, and you are so angry all the time. Talk to me or if not me please talk to Ona. You guys used to be inseparable. She is always asking me how you're doing and I can't even give her an answer because you aren’t talking to anyone.” The desperation in her voice only grows as she speaks to me. I feel my body deflate at her words.

“I don’t really want to talk about it.” I almost whisper as I look down to my cleats. I feel the walls that I have been building slowly falling apart.

“Don’t you dare push me away too. Just tell me what I can do to help.” She continues to plead with me.

“I fucked up okay! I slept with my best friend and The Lucy Bronze at your wedding! I ruined everything! I have no one left! You should be mad at me as well! I slept with your bridesmaid! Your friends! Our teammate.” I’m shouting now and have finally gotten loose of her grip. I don’t even realize I was crying until she is slowly bringing her hands to my face as if I’m a scared animal. Her thumbs wipe away my tears and she brings my eyeline down to meet hers.

“You haven’t messed up. If Ona is as worried about you as she seems then you just need to talk to her. I need you to take some deep breaths though before you pass out on me.” She is looking at me with such tenderness but the joking way she tells me to breathe makes me chuckle the slightest bit and makes my body relax more than I have since that night.

“Thank you. I know I’ve been a dick and I’m sorry.” I try to go about explaining myself more, but I feel myself being pulled into an unexpected hug.

“You don’t have to explain yourself.” She mumbles out. “But you stink and are sweaty so let's hit the locker room.” She adds with a chuckle as she lets me go and gives me a small shove. We walk towards the locker room and I feel my body finally release the tension that I had bottled up. Maybe I can fix things.

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The derby’s were the hardest games yet. Watching the two women play on the same field was awe inspiring, but left me so distracted that it got me benched. To say I was not the same was an understatement. They were always on my mind, but I felt I couldn’t have them even after my talk with Staniforth. They seemed so happy talking after the match that I had to depart the field to the locker room before I made a fool of myself anymore than I thought I already had.

The disappointment of my performance was getting harder and harder to overcome. My thoughts had started to spiral as I made my way to my locker. I knew if I took an ice bath I could pull myself together a bit after that performance. The ice bath was my favorite choice of post match after care. No one seemed to like it much so I always found myself alone being able to reflect on the game.

I let my shorts fall to the floor exposing my favorite pair of compression shorts. I pull out my extra hair tie from my bag and throw my discarded shorts into it. I pull my jersey up closer to the band of my bra and tie it in front of me and tuck the back of my jersey into the bottom of my sports bra band. Nothing irritates me more than dealing with the extra soggy clothing after the ice bath.

The overthinking only comes to a halt when my body sinks into the tub, the icy waters clawing at my skin and ridding me of my worries. A sigh escapes my lips, frustration taking hold as my body relaxes.

I think back on the match, going over every play that could’ve gone differently. The crisp sting of the bath helps keep my nerves at bay, gnawing away at the aches and pains riddling my body. I let myself lean back, sinking further as my mind clears. My hands come up to run across my face, taking a second to rub the sleep from my eyes. I hadn’t even realized how tired I was till now– too caught up in the match, my feelings, and everything else swirling around in my mind.

I don’t just crave sleep, but real rest. For my mind, body, and soul. To truly be at peace with my career, myself and the two women who haven’t stopped plaguing my mind. It’s like they’re haunting me. I see them around every corner, in my dreams, and constantly popping up into my thoughts unprovoked. I must’ve been zoned out, too lost in the peace and quiet taking hold in my mind to notice the knock at the door, or it creaking open followed by a set of footsteps echoing through the room.

“Hey, you alright?” It’s a slightly accented voice I know far too well. A voice that’s tormented me recently…or at least one of them. I don’t raise my eyes from the ice bath in front of me. How can I look at her when I’m slowly falling apart?

Ona startles me even more by lightly grasping my chin between her fingers and making me look at her eyes for the first time since the wedding. Her eyes are deep pools of coco and are slightly squinted in worry. I can’t help but try to pull away but her grip gets more firm and my only option is to avert my eyes.

“Look at me… please let me in” she whispers into the room with such desperation. It brings fresh tears to my waterline. I did this to her. I made her feel this way.

I take a sharp intake of breath, grit my teeth and steel myself as I let my eyes drift back to hers. I don’t feel I deserve to be having this moment let alone with her looking at me with such softness after the pain I put her and Lucy through.

“You deserve better.” The words slipped out before I even planned on speaking. I watch as her eyebrows draw even closer together. Shit I shouldn’t be looking at her like this when she’s not mine.

“I don’t understand.” I barely hear the words. It’s like they weren’t meant for me to hear. “You left without a word and we woke up alone.” She speaks louder this time but I can hear her voice wobble. God how I missed the way she spoke. She was never confident with her English, but now it seems like she knows she has to get her point across.

I have to choke back the lump that has formed in my throat from those words. Maybe I was wrong and they did want me. No damn it get your shit together! I clear my throat to make sure my voice comes out strong.

“You know my past, Ona. I’m not worth the trouble for you or Lucy. Let’s just go back to how things were.” As I say this I shake my head a bit to emphasize my point which finally makes her let go of my chin.

“I can’t do that, and no can Lucy. You are lying to yourself if you think you can too, not after everything we’ve all been through.” She gets out after she has to compose herself a little. I know speaking in English right now is a struggle for her. I can see the hesitation in her eyes as she speaks.

“Then just forget about me! You have each other, why do you even bother with me?” I’m almost shouting because she is not listening. My past is the only thing running through my mind. I always get left behind or forgotten so I leave before they can.

“You know I can’t!” She grits out. I never expected anger to be the emotion that took hold of her. “You are digne!” This comes out in a louder tone than I've ever heard from her. (worthy)

“I don’t need pity…” I choke back on a sob that wants to bubble out of my throat. “Especially not from you.” I start to feel the beginnings of a panic attack and I know I have to get away before she has to help me through another one.

Hurt flashes across her face before she whispers the next words, soft enough to wrap around my heart and squeeze it till it stops beating. “It’s not pity, tu idiota. It’s love,” her voice cracks as tears start to well up into her eyes. “But I can’t force you to feel it back.” (you idiot)

It feels like my throat’s closing, battling away the tears that sting to come up and mirror her own. “It’s not about what I feel,” the Spaniard scoffs at that. “It’d never work out okay. So for all of our sakes just…let it go. Please.”

“You can’t even admit it to yourself, can you?” There’s a pain lingering under the rage in her eyes. I let out a frustrated sigh, “Admit what, Ona?”

“Que ens estimes,” my simple understanding of spanish can still pick up on what she says. “Just say it and I'll leave.” (That you love us.)

I can’t take it anymore and go to get out of the bath, but to my surprise as soon as I have stood up Ona’s eyes drop. Fuck! I’m half naked having an argument and about to drop into one of the most inconvenient panic attacks of my life.

Ona’s eyes widen, dropping to my exposed form before her. It has a blush rushing to coat her skin. Blossoming across her cheeks, nose, and tips of her ears. She looks pretty like this, just like when she’s laid out underneath me. All flushed and out of breath, heart beat blocking out any and all other sounds. I find myself smirking at just how affected my body makes her and find the panic easing. How can this woman make me feel this way?

I feel myself calming at the thought that I still have this effect on her. Maybe I was overthinking everything after all. Ona still has her eyes firmly planted on the water drops rolling down my toned stomach and I know exactly where her mind has wandered off to.

“Ona.” I try to catch her attention, but have no such luck.

“Oni!” I say a bit louder and still nothing. That’s it. I place my hooked pointer finger under her chin and force her to look up at me.

“My eyes are up here pretty girl.” My smirk deepens along with my voice as I end up purring out the last bit. I knew how to keep her attention on me, and somehow she has helped me come back from the brink of panic without doing much.

Her sight flickers up to meet my own, that familiar hazy glaze cast over her eyes. She’s so soft spoken as she breathes out her next words, a smirk every so slightly pulling at her lips. “I know. M’agrada la vista.” (I like the view)

“I know you do Oni, but you can’t get lost like that when we are talking.” It takes everything in me to not bring her lips to mine. I keep my eyes firmly on hers as I watch her slowly come back from the memories. I know how she’s feeling. I can still picture those special moments from that night. They never leave me but to see they are still affecting her the same way they do me tells me so much.

She huffs out at that, a pout gracing her lips. “But we weren’t talking,” her eyebrows knit together. “We were arguing.”

I can’t take it anymore and smooth the creased skin between her brows with my thumb. Her hands find my arm, caressing it so lightly– like she’s scared I’ll disappear again. I lean in towards her, resting our foreheads together as my hands move to cup her face. I feel her relax against me, content to just exist in this moment for as long as permitted. “Okay,” my voice is so soft I barely recognize it. “You’re right.”

“Sempre tinc raó,” she scolds me. But there’s no real bite to her tone. (I’m always right) I can’t argue with that, when it comes to Ona…she’s very rarely wrong. As infuriating as it may be at times…I wouldn’t change it for the world. That mouth of hers, so quick to tear into you when provoked enough. She’s sweet and sharp all in one, layers I’ve seen peeled back and laid bare. I didn’t even realize how close we are, at least not until I feel her breath brushing along my cheeks and dusting my eyelashes. It tickles a little, a small chuckle escaping my lips. That has Ona sending a small slap to my arm, a playful look overtaking her features as she pulls back enough to study my face. “And what’s so funny, huh?”

She’s so close now, an inch of space separating us. I can feel where her breath’s shifted to blow against my lips, so close yet so far. I can still feel her— taste her on my tongue. Her gaze floats between my eyes and my mouth, and I can see the gears turning in her head. I can see the hesitation, the uncertainty. She’s scared…and she has every right to be. But that doesn’t stop me from slowly leaning in, testing the waters as our lips brush against each other. We stay like that for a while. Breathing each other in, finding comfort in the intimate ambiance we’re building.

But then it all comes crashing down. The serenity surrounding us shatters with the screech of a ringtone echoing out. It pierces through the room, bouncing off the tiled walls that hold the secrets we’re both too scared to speak. We jump away from the embrace, the crisp air smacking me like a ton of bricks when the warm weight of her body leaves mine. It pulls and tugs at my insides, strangling my heart as I wrestle my emotions down into my stomach. They claw and scratch like bile burning up my throat, trying to find a way out as I swallow them back down. I’m only pulled away from my thoughts by the sound of her voice, “It’s Lucy.” And I know exactly which one she means just from the way she says it— like a whisper of a prayer.

“Go ahead. I’m finishing up anyways, I’ll get out of your hair.” I don’t even give her time to respond, legs moving to climb out of the tub and rushing off before her mind can catch up with my departure. The air in my lungs burns, my body begging for me to stay despite my head telling me something different.

And my heart? I’ve learned to tune it out at this point. Never letting it hope, dream, or want. At least I tried, you know what they say. The heart wants what it wants, but I’ll keep ignoring it. I’m quick to throw on some new clothes, chucking my wet ones into my duffel bag before zipping it up and fleeing the training grounds. My skin feels like it’s on fire as I think back on my interaction with Ona. How close she was, how we shared the same air. It has my head spinning in circles, searching for the right answer in a swarm of wrong ones.

[kemptyrian]

I’m Not The Enemy

Lucy Bronze X Ona Batlle X USWNT Reader

Summary: USWNT goalie reader has found herself entangled with two of the best defenders she has laid her eyes on, but what happens when readers past trauma get the best of her. Will the three be able to overcome the hardships that seem to find them at every turn? Will reader and Ona be able to coexist at club level?

Warnings: Suggestive themes, Angst, Foul Language, Bad Mental Health and Self Deprecation. If I missed one please let me know!

This is Part 1 of a series me and my co-writer have been working on. If you have suggestions or anything let us know. Also thanks @daphwritesworld for being amazing!

Anything in Italics is Catalan or Spanish

Many people told you loving two people at the same time wouldn't be easy, but no one told you it would feel this lonely.

I met Lucy and Ona many times on the pitch. It was never a dull moment being a keeper and watching the defense players work their magic. I always noticed just how well they played, probably in a bit of a creepy way, but how can you not stare at beautiful women who seem to be effortlessly talented.

Ona and I got close playing at Manchester United, but never did we cross the line of friendship until after Lucy Staniforth’s wedding in Dec. 2022. That’s where things get blurry. I don’t truly know how it happened. One minute we are dancing the next Ona is whispering in my ear about just how amazing I looked. The passion I saw in her eyes made my stomach flutter because how could this perfect woman be looking at me like that. I also knew from watching her the whole night that she had eyes for a certain someone else. I wasn’t planning on being the fall back plan. One too many drinks and a dare together ended up with three of us in bed that night.

To say I was a coward for a bit after that was an understatement. The moment I woke up with Ona and The Lucy Bronze in my bed I bolted. I can’t explain why, but I never felt I deserved them both. How could these two women who hit it off instantly also want me.

I never saw the way Ona looked at me when I walked the other direction at trainings and avoided her as much as I could. She sure didn’t make it easy and neither did Staniforth. Lucy S. confronted me about how bad Ona was hurting after a particularly grueling training session. All I wanted was to do was be alone. The coaches were already on my back about my performances recently during training and in matches and were having talks of loaning me out if I couldn’t get myself together. Little did they know it was one of our players that kept me distracted.

The day of training was really like any other. Grueling keeper drills with the coaching staff kept me busy away from the rest of the girls for the majority of the day. When it came to scrimmaging at the end to see if we could incorporate everything we worked on throughout the day things really fell apart. Why did they have to put her on my team? I wouldn’t have lost my cool with all my defenders if it wasn’t for the fact I was on edge myself.

It was already 1-1 and my defenders weren’t talking to each other causing another ball to get past me. That was the final straw that broke the camels back as we say back home.

“What the hell was that! Sprint next time!” I shouted the second I got up from my unsuccessful dive to stop the ball. The sheepish looks they give me started to make my blood boil even more.

“How dull can you be to not have seen that run coming?” My voice only seems to strain the more I thought about how simple it should have been for them to halt the offense in their tracks, but also more than that I’m angry at myself for not saving the ball when I know I could have. I had been saving balls like that all day with the coaches. So why couldn’t I do it just now?

I feel my feet start to take me towards them but I’m stopped in my tracks by a firm grip on my shoulder. I quickly look at who has decided to put their hands on me when I come face to face with Lucy. How did she get to me so quickly and without me noticing her coming, but the look on her face makes my brain stop for a second.

“What the hell are you shouting at them like that for? We are all trying to make this work and if I’m being honest that was Lessi pulling off an amazing run and you know it so get your head out your ass!” Lucy says in a more exasperated tone than what I’m used to hearing from her.

The coaches whistle blast through the air and pulls my attention away for a second only for them to tell us that it was enough training for the day. I go to take a step away but her grip has not let up. I turn my attention towards her again only to see her watching the others leave the pitch.

Only when it's just the two of us does she look at me again. Her eyes soften just a tad bit but still are showing just how disappointed she is with me. I see her take a big breath and I know I’m in for it now.

“What has gotten into you lately? Ever since my wedding you have been shutting everyone out, and you are so angry all the time. Talk to me or if not me please talk to Ona. You guys used to be inseparable. She is always asking me how you're doing and I can't even give her an answer because you aren’t talking to anyone.” The desperation in her voice only grows as she speaks to me. I feel my body deflate at her words.

“I don’t really want to talk about it.” I almost whisper as I look down to my cleats. I feel the walls that I have been building slowly falling apart.

“Don’t you dare push me away too. Just tell me what I can do to help.” She continues to plead with me.

“I fucked up okay! I slept with my best friend and The Lucy Bronze at your wedding! I ruined everything! I have no one left! You should be mad at me as well! I slept with your bridesmaid! Your friends! Our teammate.” I’m shouting now and have finally gotten loose of her grip. I don’t even realize I was crying until she is slowly bringing her hands to my face as if I’m a scared animal. Her thumbs wipe away my tears and she brings my eyeline down to meet hers.

“You haven’t messed up. If Ona is as worried about you as she seems then you just need to talk to her. I need you to take some deep breaths though before you pass out on me.” She is looking at me with such tenderness but the joking way she tells me to breathe makes me chuckle the slightest bit and makes my body relax more than I have since that night.

“Thank you. I know I’ve been a dick and I’m sorry.” I try to go about explaining myself more, but I feel myself being pulled into an unexpected hug.

“You don’t have to explain yourself.” She mumbles out. “But you stink and are sweaty so let's hit the locker room.” She adds with a chuckle as she lets me go and gives me a small shove. We walk towards the locker room and I feel my body finally release the tension that I had bottled up. Maybe I can fix things.

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The derby’s were the hardest games yet. Watching the two women play on the same field was awe inspiring, but left me so distracted that it got me benched. To say I was not the same was an understatement. They were always on my mind, but I felt I couldn’t have them even after my talk with Staniforth. They seemed so happy talking after the match that I had to depart the field to the locker room before I made a fool of myself anymore than I thought I already had.

The disappointment of my performance was getting harder and harder to overcome. My thoughts had started to spiral as I made my way to my locker. I knew if I took an ice bath I could pull myself together a bit after that performance. The ice bath was my favorite choice of post match after care. No one seemed to like it much so I always found myself alone being able to reflect on the game.

I let my shorts fall to the floor exposing my favorite pair of compression shorts. I pull out my extra hair tie from my bag and throw my discarded shorts into it. I pull my jersey up closer to the band of my bra and tie it in front of me and tuck the back of my jersey into the bottom of my sports bra band. Nothing irritates me more than dealing with the extra soggy clothing after the ice bath.

The overthinking only comes to a halt when my body sinks into the tub, the icy waters clawing at my skin and ridding me of my worries. A sigh escapes my lips, frustration taking hold as my body relaxes.

I think back on the match, going over every play that could’ve gone differently. The crisp sting of the bath helps keep my nerves at bay, gnawing away at the aches and pains riddling my body. I let myself lean back, sinking further as my mind clears. My hands come up to run across my face, taking a second to rub the sleep from my eyes. I hadn’t even realized how tired I was till now– too caught up in the match, my feelings, and everything else swirling around in my mind.

I don’t just crave sleep, but real rest. For my mind, body, and soul. To truly be at peace with my career, myself and the two women who haven’t stopped plaguing my mind. It’s like they’re haunting me. I see them around every corner, in my dreams, and constantly popping up into my thoughts unprovoked. I must’ve been zoned out, too lost in the peace and quiet taking hold in my mind to notice the knock at the door, or it creaking open followed by a set of footsteps echoing through the room.

“Hey, you alright?” It’s a slightly accented voice I know far too well. A voice that’s tormented me recently…or at least one of them. I don’t raise my eyes from the ice bath in front of me. How can I look at her when I’m slowly falling apart?

Ona startles me even more by lightly grasping my chin between her fingers and making me look at her eyes for the first time since the wedding. Her eyes are deep pools of coco and are slightly squinted in worry. I can’t help but try to pull away but her grip gets more firm and my only option is to avert my eyes.

“Look at me… please let me in” she whispers into the room with such desperation. It brings fresh tears to my waterline. I did this to her. I made her feel this way.

I take a sharp intake of breath, grit my teeth and steel myself as I let my eyes drift back to hers. I don’t feel I deserve to be having this moment let alone with her looking at me with such softness after the pain I put her and Lucy through.

“You deserve better.” The words slipped out before I even planned on speaking. I watch as her eyebrows draw even closer together. Shit I shouldn’t be looking at her like this when she’s not mine.

“I don’t understand.” I barely hear the words. It’s like they weren’t meant for me to hear. “You left without a word and we woke up alone.” She speaks louder this time but I can hear her voice wobble. God how I missed the way she spoke. She was never confident with her English, but now it seems like she knows she has to get her point across.

I have to choke back the lump that has formed in my throat from those words. Maybe I was wrong and they did want me. No damn it get your shit together! I clear my throat to make sure my voice comes out strong.

“You know my past, Ona. I’m not worth the trouble for you or Lucy. Let’s just go back to how things were.” As I say this I shake my head a bit to emphasize my point which finally makes her let go of my chin.

“I can’t do that, and no can Lucy. You are lying to yourself if you think you can too, not after everything we’ve all been through.” She gets out after she has to compose herself a little. I know speaking in English right now is a struggle for her. I can see the hesitation in her eyes as she speaks.

“Then just forget about me! You have each other, why do you even bother with me?” I’m almost shouting because she is not listening. My past is the only thing running through my mind. I always get left behind or forgotten so I leave before they can.

“You know I can’t!” She grits out. I never expected anger to be the emotion that took hold of her. “You are digne!” This comes out in a louder tone than I've ever heard from her. (worthy)

“I don’t need pity…” I choke back on a sob that wants to bubble out of my throat. “Especially not from you.” I start to feel the beginnings of a panic attack and I know I have to get away before she has to help me through another one.

Hurt flashes across her face before she whispers the next words, soft enough to wrap around my heart and squeeze it till it stops beating. “It’s not pity, tu idiota. It’s love,” her voice cracks as tears start to well up into her eyes. “But I can’t force you to feel it back.” (you idiot)

It feels like my throat’s closing, battling away the tears that sting to come up and mirror her own. “It’s not about what I feel,” the Spaniard scoffs at that. “It’d never work out okay. So for all of our sakes just…let it go. Please.”

“You can’t even admit it to yourself, can you?” There’s a pain lingering under the rage in her eyes. I let out a frustrated sigh, “Admit what, Ona?”

“Que ens estimes,” my simple understanding of spanish can still pick up on what she says. “Just say it and I'll leave.” (That you love us.)

I can’t take it anymore and go to get out of the bath, but to my surprise as soon as I have stood up Ona’s eyes drop. Fuck! I’m half naked having an argument and about to drop into one of the most inconvenient panic attacks of my life.

Ona’s eyes widen, dropping to my exposed form before her. It has a blush rushing to coat her skin. Blossoming across her cheeks, nose, and tips of her ears. She looks pretty like this, just like when she’s laid out underneath me. All flushed and out of breath, heart beat blocking out any and all other sounds. I find myself smirking at just how affected my body makes her and find the panic easing. How can this woman make me feel this way?

I feel myself calming at the thought that I still have this effect on her. Maybe I was overthinking everything after all. Ona still has her eyes firmly planted on the water drops rolling down my toned stomach and I know exactly where her mind has wandered off to.

“Ona.” I try to catch her attention, but have no such luck.

“Oni!” I say a bit louder and still nothing. That’s it. I place my hooked pointer finger under her chin and force her to look up at me.

“My eyes are up here pretty girl.” My smirk deepens along with my voice as I end up purring out the last bit. I knew how to keep her attention on me, and somehow she has helped me come back from the brink of panic without doing much.

Her sight flickers up to meet my own, that familiar hazy glaze cast over her eyes. She’s so soft spoken as she breathes out her next words, a smirk every so slightly pulling at her lips. “I know. M’agrada la vista.” (I like the view)

“I know you do Oni, but you can’t get lost like that when we are talking.” It takes everything in me to not bring her lips to mine. I keep my eyes firmly on hers as I watch her slowly come back from the memories. I know how she’s feeling. I can still picture those special moments from that night. They never leave me but to see they are still affecting her the same way they do me tells me so much.

She huffs out at that, a pout gracing her lips. “But we weren’t talking,” her eyebrows knit together. “We were arguing.”

I can’t take it anymore and smooth the creased skin between her brows with my thumb. Her hands find my arm, caressing it so lightly– like she’s scared I’ll disappear again. I lean in towards her, resting our foreheads together as my hands move to cup her face. I feel her relax against me, content to just exist in this moment for as long as permitted. “Okay,” my voice is so soft I barely recognize it. “You’re right.”

“Sempre tinc raó,” she scolds me. But there’s no real bite to her tone. (I’m always right) I can’t argue with that, when it comes to Ona…she’s very rarely wrong. As infuriating as it may be at times…I wouldn’t change it for the world. That mouth of hers, so quick to tear into you when provoked enough. She’s sweet and sharp all in one, layers I’ve seen peeled back and laid bare. I didn’t even realize how close we are, at least not until I feel her breath brushing along my cheeks and dusting my eyelashes. It tickles a little, a small chuckle escaping my lips. That has Ona sending a small slap to my arm, a playful look overtaking her features as she pulls back enough to study my face. “And what’s so funny, huh?”

She’s so close now, an inch of space separating us. I can feel where her breath’s shifted to blow against my lips, so close yet so far. I can still feel her— taste her on my tongue. Her gaze floats between my eyes and my mouth, and I can see the gears turning in her head. I can see the hesitation, the uncertainty. She’s scared…and she has every right to be. But that doesn’t stop me from slowly leaning in, testing the waters as our lips brush against each other. We stay like that for a while. Breathing each other in, finding comfort in the intimate ambiance we’re building.

But then it all comes crashing down. The serenity surrounding us shatters with the screech of a ringtone echoing out. It pierces through the room, bouncing off the tiled walls that hold the secrets we’re both too scared to speak. We jump away from the embrace, the crisp air smacking me like a ton of bricks when the warm weight of her body leaves mine. It pulls and tugs at my insides, strangling my heart as I wrestle my emotions down into my stomach. They claw and scratch like bile burning up my throat, trying to find a way out as I swallow them back down. I’m only pulled away from my thoughts by the sound of her voice, “It’s Lucy.” And I know exactly which one she means just from the way she says it— like a whisper of a prayer.

“Go ahead. I’m finishing up anyways, I’ll get out of your hair.” I don’t even give her time to respond, legs moving to climb out of the tub and rushing off before her mind can catch up with my departure. The air in my lungs burns, my body begging for me to stay despite my head telling me something different.

And my heart? I’ve learned to tune it out at this point. Never letting it hope, dream, or want. At least I tried, you know what they say. The heart wants what it wants, but I’ll keep ignoring it. I’m quick to throw on some new clothes, chucking my wet ones into my duffel bag before zipping it up and fleeing the training grounds. My skin feels like it’s on fire as I think back on my interaction with Ona. How close she was, how we shared the same air. It has my head spinning in circles, searching for the right answer in a swarm of wrong ones.

[kemptyrian]

Self indulgent or not thank your for writing these 2 baddies together with reader. I appreciate you and your writing buddy! 💕

#22 O. Batlle & #7 S. Paralluelo x Reader— MEDDLE ABOUT. (PART ONE)

(A/N: shoutout one of my Tumblr bestie's for pushing me to write this— WHEW!! this is very very self indulgent but idc. my page my rules lol)

content: American!reader, stripping in front of a crowd, mentions of past sexual encounters, drunk Barca girlies getting crazy at Alexia's house, sexual tension so thick everyone can notice, nothing too too steamy just yet

warnings: intoxication & alcohol use, beer pong ball to the forehead, mentions of secret hookups, public nudity, teasing banter among teammates, and I think that's it for now tehee

synopsis: What happens when you fall into bed with two of your new teammates, and swear on keeping them hidden from each other? Might be harder than you think…especially when they've been hooking up for years before you came into the picture. A team bonding night at Alexia's may be just what you all need to get on the same page.

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The sweltering heat of Barcelona beats down on your exposed skin as you step out of the car. You’ve been invited over to your new Captain’s place, a team pool party to break the ice and get to know the girls better. It’s been a flawless transition into the Spanish team aside from the language barrier. You’re learning Spanish and most of the girls know enough English to get through conversations. A light dusting of sweat starts to form on your palms, nerves settling in with each step you take closer to the door. You can already hear the music and mingled laughs pouring out of the backyard. The thoughts swirling in your head do a good job of distracting you, because you don’t even notice the body standing behind the glass door watching you approach. At least not until you reach for the handle and the door glides open before you can blink, a familiar voice filling your ears. 

“¡Hola niña bonita!” The blush can’t help but creep up to your cheeks under her gaze, rosy enough to blame on the heat if you needed to. (Hey pretty girl!)

Ona stands before you, wet hair slung to one side of her neck as a towel loosely hangs from her hips. Your eyes can’t help but follow the water droplets falling down her muscular form, toned stomach so perfect it looks like the Gods chiseled it straight from Tuscan Marble. 

“¿Cómo lo dices? Ehh my eyes are up here,” the smirk on her lips doesn’t go unnoticed. (How do you say?)

“I know,” you finally meet her gaze. “Can’t a girl enjoy the view?” 

She laughs at that, a hand coming up to grab your own as she drags you into the house. “Only if I get to return the favor.” 

The teasing tone behind her words lights a fire underneath you, a need to have her hands back on you growing by the minute. You should probably be using this time to get acquainted with different players— you’re familiar with Ona, comfortable even. Within a week of your arrival you found yourself falling into her bed, but I mean who could blame you? Too much Tequila after your Barca debt was maybe a bad idea in hindsight, but the hangover was so worth the orgasms. Ona had made a perfect pass to you not even 5 minutes out on the pitch, and you took full advantage. Not only did you make the winning goal, but secured the player of the match title as well. It was only fitting that your partner in crime celebrated the night with you. 

You pull out of her grasp and your hands go to the hem of your tank top, a smile gracing your lips as you slowly pull the piece of fabric off. Ona lets her lip fall between her teeth as she watches your little show, your shirt being thrown at her before you move to the shorts covering your bottom half. Goosebumps cover your skin as the air conditioned breeze glosses over your body as you expose it. Heavy eyes following your every move with ease, her hands quick to catch the discarded clothes thrown towards her chest. 

“Eres un problema,” she breathes out with a sigh. (You are trouble.)

“Yeah but you like it,” you start to lean into her body. 

She mirrors your movements, eyes trained on your lips as your face grows closer. You can feel her breath hitting your lips, breathing in the same air as you pause less than an inch away from her. “Come on,” it’s whispered so light Ona barely catches it. “¡Vamos a mojarnos!” And with that you pull away from her intoxicating presence, leaving her to collect her thoughts and sanity alone in Alexia’s living room. The tile beneath her feet is quick to become her new place of solace, a few breaths to steady her heartbeat and then she's out the door after you. Trying to play it cool like she isn’t losing her ever loving horny mind in front of her teammates. (Let’s go get wet!)

“Hola Y/N!” It’s echoed around the pool as you exit the sliding glass doors. You give a smile and a wave, moving around to give hugs and greet the girls as you try and find the cooler. God knows you need a drink after that foreplay inside the house. “Where are the drinks?” You ask your captain. Aside from your pussy making friends with a couple of your teammates, Alexia is one you’ve refrained from fucking so far. She’s been a mentor, a friend, and like a big sister these past few weeks. “Not even a hello? ¿Saludas a todos excepto a tu anfitriona? You Americans are rude!” (Do you greet everyone but the hostess?)

“Ale! Hi hello, now where is the cooler?” You give her your best innocent smile, a pout soon to follow when she still doesn't answer your question. “Over by Ingrid and Frido in the shade,” Alexia can never stay upset or annoyed at you too long. Maybe it’s because you're still new, but the Captain has a soft spot for you that you always play on to get your way. “Thank you! Beautiful home by the way, brick work is amazingly detailed!” you call out as you skip over towards the Europeans. 

You faintly hear the dramatic words spoken by Alexia as you carry about, “¡Ella actúa como si nunca hubiera estado aquí antes!” (She acts like she’s never been here before!)

“Beer me please,” you call out as you approach the girls. Ingrid has her nose in a book, trying to find some peace in the chaotic environment surrounding her. Fridolina is already in the cooler, pulling out a seltzer for herself. “Watch this one Frido, she gets crazy after 6.” Ingrid’s eyes are covered by her sunglasses, but she can’t hide the smile on her face as she says it. She and Mapi had roomed next to Ona that first night you let yourself fall under her spell….safe to say they’ve kept your extracurriculars a secret so far. 

“Don’t worry i’m on a 2 drink limit today, I drove myself here so I can’t get drunk sadly.” 

“Oh what a tragedy,’ Frido laughs as she opens your drink and hands it to you. “I car pooled so I’m limitless tonight. Now go mingle and get to know the younger players. You’re their age and always hang with the old heads– go make friends Y/N!” 

“You say that like you don’t enjoy my presence!” You fake a gasp as a hand goes to your heart, “I’m the life of the party and you know it Rolfö!” 

“Oh I know it, now go show them that!” 

You chug the first half of the beer, nerves settling as the alcohol hits your tongue. You look around the extravagant patio, trying to find where you’ll venture next. You ultimately settle on joining some of the girls in the pool as they start a volleyball game. You walk over before setting your beer down on the side of the pool, “Can I join?” 

“Por supuesto! We need someone to join Salma’s team so it works out perfectly,” Mapi happily agrees. (Of course!) 

Your eyes find said teammate through the net, her hair wrapped up in a bun to keep it out of the water. She’s already looking at you, well your body if we’re being specific. Eyes trained in on every detail of your skin she’s explored with her hands, lips, and tongue. Reminiscing as you make your way over to her side of the water. A hand comes up to help you steady yourself down into the pool, sliding down to linger around your waist as you find your footing. “Gracias,” you swiftly move around her frame to get into position. (Thank you.)

“En cualquier momento, hermoso,” Salma replies. She licks her lips for a second, having to use all her strength just to look away from you and focus on the game at hand. (Anytime, beautiful.)

“I hope you're ready to go down, abuela!” You call out to Mapi as you’re handed the ball to serve from Salma.

“Oh, bring it on chica!” She calls back at you. “La edad trae sabiduría!” (Age brings wisdom!)

“Yeah and brittle bones,” you snap back before raising your hand to serve.

Some of the girls around you laugh at the remark, Vicky too distracted repeating the joke to notice the ball heads straight past her. 

“1-0! ACE serve from Y/L/N!” You cheer out as your teammates exchange highfives.

“Did she mention she played all through school before switching to football?” Alexia says as she slips into the water on Mapi’s side. 

“CHEATER!!” Screams from the other side of the net call out as you stick your tongue out at them, your middle finger sliding up as well. 

“It’s called being multi-talented! You should try it some time,” you give a teasing smile as the words leave your mouth.

“Play nice, Y/N!” Is shouted from Ingrid as she joins the side of the pool, her legs dipping into the water as more players come over to watch the game.

“¡Ella no está acostumbrada a eso!” Mapi responds. (She isn’t used to that!)

“The Ref hates to see her coming,” Ona joins in on the banter.

“Nuestra propia Yellow Card Cutie,” Salma agrees. (Our own)

“Are you gonna keep smack talking or actually hit the ball?” You call out to the otherside of the net. “Losers pay for our next team dinner!”

“Tráelo, Y/L/N!” Patri finally gets in on the action. (Bring it)

Cata goes to serve it  for their side, your eyes anticipating where she’ll try and go. Just as the ball starts to come down in the air you call out to Clàudia, giving her a heads up to block on her side. The water splashes as she jumps up, hands making perfect contact with the ball as it bounces back down towards the other side of the net. Vicky tries to dive to save it, but she slips at the last second. She goes under the water as the ball smacks in the ripples she left behind. 

More cheers sound out as your side celebrates its early 2-0 lead. You turn to congratulate Salma, but she’s already behind you. You bump into her frame and she lets her hands find your waist again to help steady you. “Qué suerte tengo de tenerte en mi equipo, Star Girl,” it's whispered against your ear. Her lips ghosting along your neck as she pulls away. (How lucky I am to have you on my team)

You take a deep breath as you try and steady your heartbeat, body and mind betraying you in ways you wish they wouldn’t right now. You’re supposed to be acting discreet, keeping your flings underwraps– especially from each other. But at this rate you’re gonna be found out before you can even make it to beer number 2. Lord help you. 

“Stop flirting already and get your head in the game!” Pina lands a slap to the back of your head. 

“OW! I-I’m not flirting! It’s called sportsmanship!” You pout at the Spaniard, hand coming up to rub the spot she’d just whacked. 

“¡Pina!¡Sé amable con la novata!” Alexia calls out from across the pool, a motherly finger wagging in her direction. (Be nice to the newbie!)

“Yeah, be nice Clàudia!” You squint your eyes as you say it. 

“And you,” Alexia’s finger now turns towards your direction, “¡Deja de pensar con el coño!” (Stop thinking with your pussy!)

Your mouth falls open at the accusation…really on observation if we’re being honest…which we aren’t. “Ale!” 

“Close your mouth, chica,” Ona’s voice is closer than you remember. “No quiero que atrapes ninguna mosca.” (I don’t want you to catch any flies.)

You feel her touch before you see her, toned abs meeting your back as one of her hands comes up to close your mouth. She lets her fingers linger under your chin, her touch sending jolts of electricity through your nervous system. “Can Kika and I join?” 

“Of course!” You answer a little too fast and a little too eager. “The more the merrier right!” 

You make quick work of separating yourself from the sex on legs behind you, needing the space to get your head back on right. FUCK. Ona and Salma less than 5 feet away from you? This is actually your worst nightmare and ultimate fantasy all wrapped into one. Okay game time. No more accidental strip teases or too friendly of touches for the rest of the night….let's hope. 

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The game goes by quickly, your team dominating the match. Not to diminish the other girls' efforts…they got a whole 4 points during the 3 sets. Which is actually pretty good with you on the other side of the net against them. You're now 5 beer pong games deep, taking a win against every team so far. You and Patri teaming up was like the stars aligning just right for an unstoppable duo. Alexia had agreed to let you all stay the night after endless begging to turn the team bonding party into a sleepover, so now you’re well past your original 2 beer limit. With the freedom of your new abode you take the opportunity to have a few cups of the liquor being passed around– and of course it’s Tequila. You know what your national teammates say? Tequila makes Y/N’s clothes fall off. 

“¿Quién es el siguiente?” Patri announces as you two do a celebration dance against Esmee and Jana. (Who is next?)

“¡Tu reinado de terror está a punto de terminar!” Has the hair on the back of your next standing up. (Your reign of terror is about to end!)

You turn around quicker than you’d like, losing your balance as Patri’s quick to help you stay upright. It’s Salma and Ona, water still dripping from their bodies as the setting sun casts a sparkle from the light catching them just right. “¿A menos que tengas miedo?” Ona’s quick to jump in with Salma’s teasing. (Unless you’re scared?)

You recover quickly, attitude a natural reflex you can’t quite seem to tame. “Of you two?” You can’t hold back the laugh that dances past your lips, “Nunca.” (Never.)

“Ohhh,” Patri’s already resetting the cups on the table. “¡Tiene algo de fuego en ella!” (She’s got some fire in her!) 

The two girls across from you smirk at that, sharing a look before mirroring each other’s words. “No tienes idea,” and then they’re taking their spots. Leaving you to ponder what the hell they’re playing at. (You have no idea.)

“¡Apresúrate!” Patri calls for you. (Hurry up!)

It snaps you out of your daze, walking back over to your side of the table. The red cups in front of you become a million times smaller with two girls you can’t seem to stop spreading your legs for placed behind them. It has you glancing anywhere but in their direction, alcohol already clouding your judgement and reservations. 

“Winners first,” Ona calls out across the table. 

You pick up the small hot pink ball, dipping it into a cup of water before taking your stance. You take a deep breath, settling in on the middle cup and letting it fly as you exhale. It sinks into the desired cup and you jump up as you throw your arms in the air. “All air, no cup!” You cheer around Patri as she takes your previous spot. Your partying is put to an end when she misses her shot, a pout quick to reach your face as Salma chases after the neon green ball of Patri’s. “Drink up ladies, I still sunk mine!” 

“Oh it’s on now!” Ona calls out, a smile so big you’d think she’d just won the lottery. 

“Don’t be so cocky,” you roll your eyes. “It’s not a good look on you.” Yeah you are LYING straight through your teeth. In fact it might be the hottest she’s ever looked– but you’d never admit that out loud. Especially not when the sight of the two girls in front of you taking a swig from their cups has your legs ready to buckle. 

She cocks her head at that, a reply on the tip of her tongue as she contemplates saying it aloud. Ona decides on a quick shake of her head, a small smirk working its way onto her lips as she picks up the ball you’d thrown. Salma approaches the table as Ona throws her ball, sinking the same one you’d done to them. You groan at that, hand already lifting your cup to your lips for an unmeasured shot. It was honestly more like 3, but you’re so far gone at this point you can’t be trusted to know. “Oh, what was it you said? All air, no cup, right?” 

You can’t help the rush between your legs as you take in her confidence, thighs slightly squeezing together as you try and be discreet. You hope she doesn’t notice, but of course she does…along with her partner next to her.They once again exchange a look between each other– speaking without needing words. God you wish you knew what the fuck they were saying. Nerves filter into your system, palms starting to sweat as Salma takes her place for her turn. You take this time to stretch, arms going up above your head as you let the stress of the day leave your shoulders…you may also arch your back a little, a pretty sigh leaving your lips with your tits on display as you bat your eyelashes at the Spaniard across from you. 

It seems to work, too. Because her ball goes bouncing off the seam of two cups, a frustrated look shot your way in the process. You match her frustration with a sly smile, sliding into position as you reach for your lucky ball. “Losers have to jump naked in the pool,” you say before tossing your shot– sinking it in the front cup. Your opponents flash you a look you can’t quite place, but agree nevertheless.  

The energy seems charged since your offer– tension so thick in the air you could choke on it. Within minutes both teams are down to their final cup, your heart about to beat out of your chest. “Come on, Patri!” Pina shouts from the sidelines. The other girls crowd around the chaotic scene unfolding, cheering for different sides as the balls keep flying– one missing after the other. It’s like you’ve all lost your groove at the final moment, furrowed brows and curse words slipping from your lips. 

You take your place once more, taking in a deep breath before attempting to finally end this…and see two majorly hot women skinny dip. That’s a pretty good fucking motivator if you ask me. You use all your strength to focus, eyes lasered in on the single cup across from you. Your arm bends back, and just as you go to throw it? You catch the women across from you subtly flexing, muscles slightly bulging as you get lost in the ripples of their forearms. The ball flies straight into Alexia’s face, nowhere near the table and causing even more chaos to unfold around you. 

Your hands go to cover your dropped open mouth, feet moving as you run over to apologize. “Oh my god! Capi, I'm sorry!” Your face is beet red from embarrassment. “¡Lo siento mucho, Ale!” (I’m so sorry!) 

She’s dramatically holding the spot on her forehead, a permanent scowl stuck on her face as she rubs her head. “¡Te dije que dejaras de pensar con el coño!” You smack her on the arm, a pout appearing on your face as you deny the allegations being hurled your way. “Now look what you’ve done!”  (I told you to stop thinking with your pussy!)

She jabs a finger into your chest, “¡Probablemente tengo una conmoción cerebral! (I probably have a concussion!)

You roll your eyes at that, eyes narrowing in on the tiny red spot present. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous!” You flick the spot with a finger of your own, “¡No hay ni una sola marca!” (There is hardly a mark!)

She pushes you away from her and back towards the table, “¡Estoy cambiando de equipo!” (I’m changing teams!)

You fake a gasp at her declaration, the back of your hand going to rest on your own forehead as you play up the act. “Oh no! How will I ever survive!” 

The girls around you laugh at that, already used to Alexia’s dramatic antics. You make your way back over to the table, Ona having already retrieved the ball in the midst of all the commotion. Patri misses her shot, a mix of boos and cheers sounding out from the peanut gallery. A frustrated noise finds its way out of your mouth, head thrown back as you send up a prayer. Salma is first to throw this time, mixing up the sequence to see if it’ll shake things up. You bite your bottom lip, anticipation enough to make your head spin. Her arm comes up, hand comes back, and she locks eyes with you. She doesn’t even look at the cup, sinking it while a smirk appears on her lips. They don’t even take the time to celebrate, Ona already lining up to finish the game off. 

Her muscles bulge as she takes her stance, tongue peeking out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrates on the task at hand. She makes quick work of it, making the same cup as her partner mere seconds before her. The girls around you jump up as they explode from the fiery finish, a drunk Aitana screaming out about taking more shots. 

“Las perdedoras pueden decidir,” Salma says. “Shots before or after?” (The losers can decide.)

You instantly know what she means, heat rushing to your face as the realisation dawns on you…DAMMIT. You just had to up the stakes with skinny dipping, didn’t you?! But momma didn’t raise no bitch, so with a sigh and a shake of your head you reach for the half empty Tequila bottle.  “Bottoms up bitches!” You yell out before turning the glass back, so much alcohol already in your system it doesn’t even burn anymore, it’s more like juice now. The cheers surrounding you only fuel the fire, and when the bottle comes down from your lips you’re instantly yelling for someone to put on some music. If they want a show they’re sure as hell gonna get one.

Irene is the one to move first, drunk hands stumbling with Alexia’s ipad hooked up to the speakers littering the patio. “¡Lo rompes y luego lo compras!” Ale calls out from the couch. (You break it then you buy it!)

The blonde defender doesn’t even have a chance to reply before music is blasting out to cover the small talk going around. The familiar chords of Carlos Sanatna floating through the air has your body reacting on instinct. Your hips start to sway to the beat, arms coming up over your head as you let them slowly fall down to start caressing your body. Your hands stop around your neck for a second, fingers untying the bikini string before they continue their journey down. The screams and claps of your fellow teammates only makes you grow more confident as the fabric falls down your chest to expose your tits to the girls around you. It’s not cold but chilly enough to make your nipples harden when the nighttime breeze brushes against them, the string around your midsection still keeping it from fully leaving your frame. You do a slow spin to face towards Ona and Salma, hips still swaying as your fingers slip into the hem of your bottoms as you tease them down, then up, then back down again. It’s enough to get some of the girls to look away from the sheer promiscuity of it all, mouths dropping open accompanied with widened eyes to match. They’ve seen their fair share of crazy shit in their days, but never from a fellow teammate. In the club? Plenty of times. Hell even fans on the street have flashes them a few times, but for one of their own to be the center of all this attention? It’s never been done before, at least not to this extreme. They dance dirty, they’ve participated in shit they’d die if it ever got leaked– but holy fuck. You’re really giving them a strip tease that would even make the most seasoned freak blush, and it’s exhilarating– not just for them but for you, too. 

You’ve always been more on the wild side, your national teammates already knowing too well of your antics. But never on a club level have you truly felt so free and involved. They truly see you as part of the team– no, a family. They dont judge you or give you any reason to feel insecure. You were a rising star back in the states, but with the added support and love from your new team? You’ve been excelling in ways no one expected. That alone has your confidence high enough to feel this free around them…and the liquor definitely helps.

Your national teammates might be onto something…Tequila really does make your clothes fall off. 

[kemptyrian]

Absolutely loved this

Little Lioness (Leah Williamson x Reader)

Based on this request. To the person who requested this in July, I’m so terribly sorry it has just sat in my drafts up until now. I hope you enjoy it.

England camp was always a really daunting place to you, never really quite knowing where you belonged or which clique you fit into. You were a bit of an outsider as well as being new to camp, and still not really sure if you actually were destined to be here at all.

You’d grown up in the Netherlands, born to an English father and a Dutch mother. You’d spent your entire youth coming up the ranks for Oranje, until you’d achieved your dream and made your debut for the senior team in a friendly against Sweden. You’d came off the bench for the final 30 minutes, and had shown moments of real quality, impressing the manager at the time, one Ms Sarina Wiegman. Only, with two minutes left to go, your 18 year old self was pushed off the ball, and your ACL was torn clean in half with how you stumbled. All you could do was scream in pain until the medical staff got to you, and the few of your team mates that had gathered around.

You fit in instantly with the senior team in the Netherlands, they made you feel really welcomed and looked after you like you were their daughter or their little sister.

But 11 months later when you made your return to club football, you struggled getting back into the international senior team. There had been a change of management after the previous campaign, with the old manager heading to coach England. You’d stayed playing with Ajax in the Dutch league to desperately try and wiggle your way back into the international team, but unfortunately, at 22 years of age you had to face the fact that your international career was over and you wouldn’t be anything other than a club footballer.

When an opportunity came up to go and play for a club in England, you decided to go for it, to make your dad happy. He’d always been a massive fan of Arsenal, so he was beyond thrilled watching you sign the contract. He never wanted to miss a singular game, so he flew over most weekends and tried his best to make the move easier for you. Up until your move to Arsenal, you lived with your parents in the Netherlands, but now you were living alone in a country where you only knew Vivianne, who you always remember was the first person beside you when your ACL ripped.

Viv had always been an influential person on any team that she played in, and watching you tear it up in Ajax, she’d begged for the international team to give you another look. When she ran out of luck there, she told Arsenal about you, and they sent scouts out who came back highly impressed.

You were very quiet when you joined Arsenal, usually only speaking to Viv or her girlfriend Beth, but even at that Beth would get very few words out of you at the best of times. You were similar to Viv, you were highly focused on the game and didn’t really like messing around that much. You were happy at Arsenal, but you longed for something more and it just left a bitter taste in your mouth when another international window would go by that you hadn’t been involved in.

In December, your old national team manager had came to watch your game against Liverpool, watching you score twice and set up Beth for one. You were heading towards the tunnel at the end of the match, just wanting to take a shower and get ready to go home, when you heard a voice calling you.

“Y/n” Viv shouted, gesturing you over to her and Beth.

“Wat is er?” What is it? You mumbled, before you noticed Sarina, smiling at you. “Hallo” you nodded.

“How are you?” Sarina asked.

“I’m good, how are you?” You replied.

“Viv tells me your father is English, is that right?” Sarina cut straight the point, a usual thing for her to do.

“Yes, he’s from London” you frowned, not really sure where she was going with this.

“Would you come play for me at England?”

“Wh-what?” You stuttered.

“Would you play for England?” Sarina repeated.

When you told your parents what Sarina had asked, one of them was a little bit more ecstatic than the other. Your dad’s head almost exploded at the fact that his daughter was even considering declaring for England. Your mum had always remained optimistic that the Netherlands would re-call you, but she knew how much you adored working under Sarina, so she was happy for you either way.

Viv did put in one last plea for you with the Dutch camp, but when they came back not interested, your mind was made up. You were declaring for England.

-

Sarina wasted no time in calling you into the squad, and when your name was added to the squad list, a few of your Arsenal teammates heads tilted.

“You’re English now?” Alessia giggled, head popping up from her phone as you walked into an empty dressing room at Sobha.

“Uh, yeah” you nodded, throwing your bag into your cubby. The striker had never spoken to you before, in fact, most of your Arsenal teammates hadn’t, it was mainly just Viv and Beth, with the occasional hellos or polite small talk from others.

“The Netherlands are missing out big time then” she added. “Coming?” She asked.

“I’ll follow you down” you replied as the girl smiled and headed off and out of the changing rooms.

You were lacing up your trainers, getting ready to grab some food before your gym session this morning when Leah burst into the changing room, late, as per usual. She had big headphones on that were covering her entire head, music blasting so loud that you could even hear it from your seat.

“Jesus Christ” she startled when she took you in, sitting at the locker opposite hers. “Sorry, I thought I was the only one here” she hummed, taking off the headphones.

“You’re fine” you smiled, standing up now that you were ready to leave and walking towards the door.

“Hey, Y/n?” Leah said, stopping you from walking out fully. “I’m really happy you’re coming to play at England”

“Me too” you nodded, heading off before the girl could say anything else.

From the minute you walked into the Arsenal team, Leah really liked you. She liked your whole quiet and mysterious vibe and thought you were a phenomenal player who’d just been unlucky with injuries. Leah was just never great at expressing how she felt to someone and found it difficult to tell anybody about how she felt about you. It was a very rare occasion when Leah didn’t feel confident, but trying to even figure out how to try and get to know you better was even a struggle. She did know for certain, despite not knowing you extremely well, that she really liked you.

She didn’t show you that at England camp though, and Alessia’s friendly demeanour she’d had at Arsenal was gone now too. It was like they were distracted by their friends that didn’t live in London to remember to be bothered checking in with you. It wasn’t like you were that concerned by it though, you were an awkward, introverted person in anyway, so you quite enjoyed the space. You were happy though, to be an afterthought.

-

“Leah?” Sarina called her over at the end of the meeting, as the team headed towards the lunch room. “Y/n, how is she settling in?” She asked.

“Good” Leah shrugged, not really knowing if that was the right answer. “You know her, she’s quiet and doesn’t really like to get overly involved”

“You’ll make sure she feels comfortable, yes?” Sarina said as her hand landed on Leah’s shoulder.

“Yeah, of course” Leah nodded, suddenly realising she hadn’t checked in with you at all since you arrived. As the two of them walked into the canteen, she noticed you sat on your own so she quickly grabbed some very bland food, and headed in your direction. “Morning” she smiled.

“Oh, hi” you smiled back.

“Do you mind if I sit down?” She asked.

“Be my guest” you shook your head, picking up your mug of tea and taking a sip of it.

“How are you finding camp?” She quizzed.

“Fine, a little daunting because I only really know you, Beth and Less” you explained.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I’ve been a bit distant since we got here. I just see Keira and G a little less than before with them being away now”

“You don’t need to say sorry” you tilted your head at her, wondering why she was apologising for not spending time with you despite you having shared a total of maybe 20 words since meeting each other. “You don’t need to explain yourself on why you haven’t spoken to me, it’s not like we’re friends” you kind of blurted out a little harshly.

“Wouldn’t you like to be?” Leah hummed. “Friends, I mean” she clarified.

“You want me to be you friend?” You smirked as she rolled her eyes at you with a chuckle.

“Would improve your street credit around these parts, being friends with the captain and everything” she teased.

“Yes Viv, she’s alive, look” Beth groaned, shoving her phone in your face with Viv on the other side.

“Hey” Viv nodded.

“Hey” you nodded back.

“Although she is being pestered by Captain fantastic so maybe she’ll die of boredom soon” Beth chuckled. “Georgia and Keira are looking for you by the way” Beth informed the girl before she could protest the comment about boring you to death.

“I’ll see you in a little bit” you smiled, standing up from the table and grabbing your empty tray and mug.

“I meant it, by the way” Leah called after you.

“I know” you replied softly, before walking off towards the bedrooms.

-

Leah and you started becoming more friendly, more than just casual hellos being shared, sitting comfortably beside you at meetings and pairing with you for drills. You’d never really had a friend like Leah before, but you were definitely embracing this new relationship. And after a few more days, Leah soon realised that you were beyond gorgeous. Even more so than she originally had thought.

You missed the way she looked at you, as if she thought you lit up the room you were standing in. You barely took notice of how close she stood beside you when you were in group settings, almost like you were in Antarctica and you were the one source of heat.

You did notice her smiling at you however when Sarina announced the starting squad, and your name came up. You were over the moon, finally, someone was recognising you were capable and deserving of a spot in the international game. It was just ironic that the same woman thought you were for two separate countries.

Alessia and Beth opened up more too as camp went on, so, by the time you got back to Arsenal, you had real friends. In return, you started opening up more and doing things with the team, but the person you always seemed to gravitate towards was Leah. You’re not really sure whether it was you gravitating towards her or the fact she just always seemed to be there, but either way she was always beside you.

Maybe you hadn’t realised you liked Leah yet, but Leah had certainly realised she liked you. She’d had an idea of it since you walked into Arsenal, but she was sure of it now.

Your feelings for her came to light on a night out with the Arsenal girls after a convincing win against Manchester City. You’d mostly been sat with a grumpy Viv, who was upset over the loss today and had had enough teasing from Beth.

“Wasn’t she amazing today?” A drunken Leah grinned as she sat down on your lap and placed her hand on the side of your face.

“We need you in Manchester” Viv smirked.

“She’s not for sale” Leah giggled, wrapping her arm around your neck as she sipped her drink from the straw. “Plus, you’d much rather stay with me, wouldn’t you?” Leah added as the two of you stared at each other. You were nowhere as near as drunk as Leah was, but Christ you wish you were right now.

“Yeah” you nodded.

“Vivi” Beth called, urging her girlfriend to come over to her.

“Not if you’re going to piss me off again” Viv frowned, but when Beth looked at the two of you before deepening the stare into her own girlfriend’s eyes, Viv eventually picked up that she may be interrupting something. So, Viv got up and left, but you and Leah didn’t even notice.

“Want a taste?” Leah said, holding her drink out in front of you. It was so close to your face that you could practically taste it already.

“What is it?” You asked before taking a sip.

“Not sure” Leah chuckled. “It’s nice though”

“Tastes like a Whiskey Sour” you added. “You’re right though, they are nice” you smiled.

“Bet it tastes even better on your lips” Leah groaned in a whispered tone, placing the drink down as her free hand settled on your shoulder and yours slid to her waist.

“You think?” You asked rather confidently, watching as Leah nodded her head before she pushed her lips into yours. It was just a couple of seconds long, but you both shot each other an intense look as you pulled away.

You may had just realised that you liked Leah. But Leah realised now that she was in love with you.

-

Neither of you spoke about the kiss, you both just kept going with your current situation of being close and friendly. It wasn’t until England camp that the two of you started to become a bit more comfortable being flirty with the other. It was almost like Leah needed to speak to Keira and Georgia in person to try and muster up the courage to speak to you properly again.

But camp life was busy. You were one win off of an automatic qualification spot for the Euros in the Summer and both you and Leah had been laser focused since you arrived at camp.

There wasn’t really a relaxing atmosphere at this camp like the last one, there was a job to be done here, and you all knew you had to do it. So you all trained hard, focused in meetings and gave very little energy to down time. No strenuous activities for bonding, just something calm like watching a movie.

“This seat taken?” Leah asked, pointing to the floor beside you.

“That is a floor” you giggled. “But unreserved” you added.

“Perfect” she chuckled, wiggling into the ground and trying to get comfortable, but you could tell she was struggling.

“Struggling?” You hummed.

“A little” Leah nodded.

“Come here, we can share this” you whispered, moving over on the bean bag to make room for her.

“You sure?” Leah asked again, but you stayed put on the opposite side of the bean bag, waiting for her to get on. You were horrible for staying awake during films, so within 15 minutes, you were snoozing and had subconsciously nestled into a welcoming Leah. The England captain’s usual cocky self, was now frozen in place as her arm slung around you.

You and Leah were two awkward individuals. When you woke against her, again, neither of you said anything. You just gave each other a soft smile before going to your separate rooms. You didn’t speak to her again until right before kick off the next day.

Both of you were starting in the game and just as you jogged into position, you felt your hand be tugged back.

“You okay?” You asked the skipper.

“I- I just wanted to say” Leah stuttered. “Have a good game” she smiled, but you noticed she looked defeated.

“We will” you added, squeezing her hand tightly. Leah gave you a softer look before tugging you into a tight hug and you both split to get into position.

The game was tough, bad challenges flying in from every direction, but you came out 1-0 winners against an undefeated French side in the group. You weren’t involved in the goal, but you were thankful Alessia had slotted it in. You spent a little while out on the pitch, signing things for fans before being personally escorted back to the tunnel by Sarina who was delighted she’d convinced you to link up with the squad.

You didn’t see Leah after the game. She wasn’t in the changing room, and she wasn’t on the bus to get back to the hotel. Weird. You had another game in a few days, so unfortunately, despite qualifying tonight, there was no time for a big celebration. It was straight to bed after a little snack.

It was around 11:30pm and you’d just got comfortable in bed with your book when there was a knock on the door. You slipped out from under the covers and went to answer it, only to find Leah on the opposite side.

“Hey” she said.

“Oh, hi” you smiled. “I didn’t see you after the game” you hummed.

“I got stuck with the anti-doping team” she explained. “I only got back a little while ago, just had to grab a shower before I did this”

“Did what?” You frowned before Leah stepped towards you and kissed you again, properly this time. Not just a few sloppy, drunken seconds. A proper, meaningful kiss.

“That” Leah grinned.

“Well, shut the door and do it again” you said, pulling her inside as she kicked the door closed behind her as the kiss very quickly got more intense by the second.

“I’m a bit mad about you, if I’m honest” Leah mumbled as you worked your way to your bed.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you” you admitted as she pulled you in tighter.

“Let’s make this a night you can’t stop thinking about too then, will we?” Leah smirked.

“Yeah, yeah little miss cocky” you chuckled as you pushed her gently to lie flat on the bed.

That was definitely an unforgettable night, for two reasons.

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Never can resist a good story

apologies for no goal gifs. i was put to sleep for the first two

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The Crimson Soldier

This is my very first fic that I have wrote and decided to post so please be kind. I am still working on the rest of the story with the help of @greynatomy ! I will slowly figure out how to make this way more appealing as I go, but I hope you enjoy my OC story!

Aleksandra Zaitseva POV

The subtle rumble of the concrete around me startles me awake. I jump off my bed, if you can even call it that, and immediately stand at attention by the rusty cell door ready for my orders to come. My mind is groggy, slow to pick up on all of the noises around me. The frantic shouting and clear gunfire in the distance sets me on edge, along with the frantic blaring alarm and flashing lights that make their rounds around the compound walls. The smell of old blood and musty linen is a clear reminder of where I am.

“It’s never been this close,” comes the smooth Sokovian voice from the cell across from me. His striking white hair stands out from the darkness of the cellblock around us, along with his slightly hardened eyes staring me down. I subtly agree with a small nod of my head but dont break from my stance ready for the words to come through the speaker in the upper left corner of my cell. I can hear the smooth almost featherlight footsteps of his twin sister in the cell beside me pacing, informing me of her worry.

“багровый солдат, готовый подчиниться?” The voice crackles out my Russian orders with the slightest German accent from the speaker. (Crimson Soldier, ready to comply?)

“Готовый подчиниться!” I announce back with a firmness that usually makes people cower back from me, but his eyes almost soften from across the hall, when looking into my darkened bluegrass eyes. I quirk my head to the side. ‘Why is he looking at me like that?’ (Ready to comply!)

The clang of the cell door unlocking is the last sound to reverberate through the hall before my echoing marching footsteps are met with another much louder set that comes up beside me as we rush off to the armory not too far away. Karpov. He’s never far from my side when I am called upon for any task at hand. They don't call him my handler for nothing. My status as his protégé never falters from the back of my mind.

The banging of the steel door against the concrete wall almost sets me into a trance-like state as I fall into my pre-fight routine. I check all my knives and daggers for sharpness quickly but efficiently akin to someone who has been doing this their whole life. I make use of this fleeting time to properly strap on my dual lower back holster for my daggers as to maximize my carrying capacity for my preferred method of fighting - close combat has and will always be what I am best at with my shorter stature and heightened quickness.

As I holster all of my throwing knives along with my twin daggers securely within their proper confines on my Hydra uniform I hear the gruff clearing of a throat. I don’t turn towards him, already knowing what’s coming next. It’s become a part of this routine as well. I still slightly tilt my head in his direction as I insert my coms device into my ear.

“Make sure to grab a gun this time!” He nearly scolds me as I move away from the racks of weapons to approach my many pieces of protective equipment. I quickly pull on my mask that covers the bottom half of my face along with my goggles whilst narrowing my eyes at him.

“We both know I wont use it no matter if it's on my person or not so don't push my buttons today!” I growl at him, my thick Russian accent that has never softened over the time I’ve been away. He raises a single eyebrow at me before we both rush out and race up the steps to the control room. Why must he insist I add the extra weight of something that in addition needs extra magazines which would also only add to the overall amount of equipment I already carry? I don’t use them, I have never used them. I am just as deadly if not more without the use of such weapons.

“Багровый солдат! Protect the scepter at all costs!” I hear yelling from across the room as we both come to a halt. I give a slight nod of my head. The shouting of other commands followed but never directed towards me. I find it odd that I was given a command without hearing his name alongside mine. I am never sent out alone! I do an about face and reach for the handle of the door when I feel the cold metal of his arm grab my shoulder and pull me back suddenly. (Crimson soldier!)

“Why is she being sent without me! I am her handler and have not given my final-” Karpov shouts but is interrupted by the guns pointed at him suddenly from everyone around us. I quickly stifled my small reactions that nearly slipped from my emotionless mask I was trained to keep.

“Солдат. Did you just question my direct order?” It comes out unnervingly calm but I quickly understand what is about to happen. I forcefully shove his hand off me, brush my uniform down from the vice grip he had on me and give a quick firm salute to Strucker and leave the room as abruptly but calmly as possible.

If I wouldn’t have had my goggles on they would have seen my eyes widen just a small fraction before I squashed my feelings and regained my neutral mask. If they had been able to see this they would have found out that my last wipe didn’t work as they had hoped it would. I was almost caught! How could I let all those years of training and torture almost go to waste over him losing his cool? That was the closest I have come to outing myself and my failed memory wipe.

My pace never falters as I push through the masses of soldiers rushing to get to their positions. Every corridor I pass I feel the near undetectable quickening of my heart rate. The heavy smell of gunpowder and smoke fills my mask the lower I get in the compound. Such a familiar and almost calming smell to my already over heightened senses. I push all other thoughts to the back of mind and force myself to settle into my routine. I cannot let 23 years of training go to waste over a day like today!

My pace slightly quickens when I am at the lowest level of the base closest to the hidden room where we keep our most valuable items we have acquired over the years. As I approach the hidden door, I thoroughly check to make sure no one sees me slip into the pitch black hall that leads to the main lab. The small pressure release I hear calms my nerves even more. No one else has been here yet which means I hold the element of surprise. As the passageway closes firmly behind me I run my calloused fingers through my short darkened blond hair and push out a quiet sigh.

I quickly right myself and finish my march through the rock tunnel to the lab where I immediately stand guard in a shadowed corner where I know I am well hidden, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

Every second that ticks by feels like hours of waiting with how hard my heart has started beating in my chest. The thickening of the dust kicking up in the room from the heaving shaking of the concrete is making my task of staying hidden more difficult with the slow build up accumulating upon my uniform, but I know what awaits me if I fail.

I hear what sounds like a turret firing not far in the distance and know that someone is closing in on my position. I close my eyes and force myself to take a deep breath and focus on the things I can feel happening around me. As I am getting a better grip on my rising anxiety my coms crackle in my ear for the first time since my activation today. My body suddenly runs cold when I hear Strucker's voice.

“��агровый солдат!” He gruffly announces slightly out of breath. (Crimson Soldier!)

“Сзр!” I state more firmly than I thought I could at this moment. (Sir!)

“Отступайте, чтобы перевезти зимнего солдата!” He announces with some force while I hear gunshots ringing out in the background. (Fall back to transport the Winter Soldier!)

“Понял, сзр!” I state with as much conviction as I can muster in this moment. I quickly leave my corner and march my way into the blackened hall where I rush through the opening and push my way through the crowding halls to the transport vehicles at the far back of the compound. I know I have a severely limited amount of time before anything gets more out of hand than it already is. (Understood, Sir!)

As I rush to the only partially occupied vehicle; I am instructed to drive the transport to our nearest base of operations and deliver the asset untouched. I know this is my only chance I will get to be able to go through with my plan of escape that I have been working on in my head since I can remember. I feel as if everything around me has slowed to almost a full stop as I enter the driver's seat. I feel the sweat start to form on my brow as the reality of the situation has started to settle with the rumbling of the engine. I have one shot at this, otherwise the consequences will be severe.

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The Crimson Soldier

This is my very first fic that I have wrote and decided to post so please be kind. I am still working on the rest of the story with the help of @greynatomy ! I will slowly figure out how to make this way more appealing as I go, but I hope you enjoy my OC story!

Aleksandra Zaitseva POV

The subtle rumble of the concrete around me startles me awake. I jump off my bed, if you can even call it that, and immediately stand at attention by the rusty cell door ready for my orders to come. My mind is groggy, slow to pick up on all of the noises around me. The frantic shouting and clear gunfire in the distance sets me on edge, along with the frantic blaring alarm and flashing lights that make their rounds around the compound walls. The smell of old blood and musty linen is a clear reminder of where I am.

“It’s never been this close,” comes the smooth Sokovian voice from the cell across from me. His striking white hair stands out from the darkness of the cellblock around us, along with his slightly hardened eyes staring me down. I subtly agree with a small nod of my head but dont break from my stance ready for the words to come through the speaker in the upper left corner of my cell. I can hear the smooth almost featherlight footsteps of his twin sister in the cell beside me pacing, informing me of her worry.

“багровый солдат, готовый подчиниться?” The voice crackles out my Russian orders with the slightest German accent from the speaker. (Crimson Soldier, ready to comply?)

“Готовый подчиниться!” I announce back with a firmness that usually makes people cower back from me, but his eyes almost soften from across the hall, when looking into my darkened bluegrass eyes. I quirk my head to the side. ‘Why is he looking at me like that?’ (Ready to comply!)

The clang of the cell door unlocking is the last sound to reverberate through the hall before my echoing marching footsteps are met with another much louder set that comes up beside me as we rush off to the armory not too far away. Karpov. He’s never far from my side when I am called upon for any task at hand. They don't call him my handler for nothing. My status as his protégé never falters from the back of my mind.

The banging of the steel door against the concrete wall almost sets me into a trance-like state as I fall into my pre-fight routine. I check all my knives and daggers for sharpness quickly but efficiently akin to someone who has been doing this their whole life. I make use of this fleeting time to properly strap on my dual lower back holster for my daggers as to maximize my carrying capacity for my preferred method of fighting - close combat has and will always be what I am best at with my shorter stature and heightened quickness.

As I holster all of my throwing knives along with my twin daggers securely within their proper confines on my Hydra uniform I hear the gruff clearing of a throat. I don’t turn towards him, already knowing what’s coming next. It’s become a part of this routine as well. I still slightly tilt my head in his direction as I insert my coms device into my ear.

“Make sure to grab a gun this time!” He nearly scolds me as I move away from the racks of weapons to approach my many pieces of protective equipment. I quickly pull on my mask that covers the bottom half of my face along with my goggles whilst narrowing my eyes at him.

“We both know I wont use it no matter if it's on my person or not so don't push my buttons today!” I growl at him, my thick Russian accent that has never softened over the time I’ve been away. He raises a single eyebrow at me before we both rush out and race up the steps to the control room. Why must he insist I add the extra weight of something that in addition needs extra magazines which would also only add to the overall amount of equipment I already carry? I don’t use them, I have never used them. I am just as deadly if not more without the use of such weapons.

“Багровый солдат! Protect the scepter at all costs!” I hear yelling from across the room as we both come to a halt. I give a slight nod of my head. The shouting of other commands followed but never directed towards me. I find it odd that I was given a command without hearing his name alongside mine. I am never sent out alone! I do an about face and reach for the handle of the door when I feel the cold metal of his arm grab my shoulder and pull me back suddenly. (Crimson soldier!)

“Why is she being sent without me! I am her handler and have not given my final-” Karpov shouts but is interrupted by the guns pointed at him suddenly from everyone around us. I quickly stifled my small reactions that nearly slipped from my emotionless mask I was trained to keep.

“Солдат. Did you just question my direct order?” It comes out unnervingly calm but I quickly understand what is about to happen. I forcefully shove his hand off me, brush my uniform down from the vice grip he had on me and give a quick firm salute to Strucker and leave the room as abruptly but calmly as possible.

If I wouldn’t have had my goggles on they would have seen my eyes widen just a small fraction before I squashed my feelings and regained my neutral mask. If they had been able to see this they would have found out that my last wipe didn’t work as they had hoped it would. I was almost caught! How could I let all those years of training and torture almost go to waste over him losing his cool? That was the closest I have come to outing myself and my failed memory wipe.

My pace never falters as I push through the masses of soldiers rushing to get to their positions. Every corridor I pass I feel the near undetectable quickening of my heart rate. The heavy smell of gunpowder and smoke fills my mask the lower I get in the compound. Such a familiar and almost calming smell to my already over heightened senses. I push all other thoughts to the back of mind and force myself to settle into my routine. I cannot let 23 years of training go to waste over a day like today!

My pace slightly quickens when I am at the lowest level of the base closest to the hidden room where we keep our most valuable items we have acquired over the years. As I approach the hidden door, I thoroughly check to make sure no one sees me slip into the pitch black hall that leads to the main lab. The small pressure release I hear calms my nerves even more. No one else has been here yet which means I hold the element of surprise. As the passageway closes firmly behind me I run my calloused fingers through my short darkened blond hair and push out a quiet sigh.

I quickly right myself and finish my march through the rock tunnel to the lab where I immediately stand guard in a shadowed corner where I know I am well hidden, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

Every second that ticks by feels like hours of waiting with how hard my heart has started beating in my chest. The thickening of the dust kicking up in the room from the heaving shaking of the concrete is making my task of staying hidden more difficult with the slow build up accumulating upon my uniform, but I know what awaits me if I fail.

I hear what sounds like a turret firing not far in the distance and know that someone is closing in on my position. I close my eyes and force myself to take a deep breath and focus on the things I can feel happening around me. As I am getting a better grip on my rising anxiety my coms crackle in my ear for the first time since my activation today. My body suddenly runs cold when I hear Strucker's voice.

“Багровый солдат!” He gruffly announces slightly out of breath. (Crimson Soldier!)

“Сзр!” I state more firmly than I thought I could at this moment. (Sir!)

“Отступайте, чтобы перевезти зимнего солдата!” He announces with some force while I hear gunshots ringing out in the background. (Fall back to transport the Winter Soldier!)

“Понял, сзр!” I state with as much conviction as I can muster in this moment. I quickly leave my corner and march my way into the blackened hall where I rush through the opening and push my way through the crowding halls to the transport vehicles at the far back of the compound. I know I have a severely limited amount of time before anything gets more out of hand than it already is. (Understood, Sir!)

As I rush to the only partially occupied vehicle; I am instructed to drive the transport to our nearest base of operations and deliver the asset untouched. I know this is my only chance I will get to be able to go through with my plan of escape that I have been working on in my head since I can remember. I feel as if everything around me has slowed to almost a full stop as I enter the driver's seat. I feel the sweat start to form on my brow as the reality of the situation has started to settle with the rumbling of the engine. I have one shot at this, otherwise the consequences will be severe.

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So excited for more of this! 💕

Ties That Bind Pt. 1 | Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle x Reader

Re-upload for now. It's been annoying me that this was left unfinished. So I'm going to finish it. Because I'm a finisher. I still don't know how, but we can work it out together.

Summary: Ona is the perfect sub, and you're a brat. Good thing Lucy likes you both.

Tags: Big set-up energy. Established D/S, polyamory, threesome, restraints, bondage, blindfolds, begging, punishments/rewards, orgasm delay, fingering, jealousy

A/N: Based on this fire request.

SMUT AHEAD 18+ minors dni.

There was never a point in struggling against the restraints, but you tried anyway. The ties on your ankles meant that there was no chance of closing your legs, nor getting any friction between them.

Even if the thick leather had magically come undone, you’d have only been met by a raised eyebrow and a wildly inventive imagination. Maybe she’d have tied you down again with a t-shirt, the pillowcase, or skipping rope. 

Honestly, Lucy could have probably just told you to stay there. It was the first time you’d seen her that pissed. The first time you worried you might have gone too far.

Ona had tried to warn you, just like she always did, and you’d rolled your eyes at her.

You’re too sweet. She’s not going to do anything, Ona. It’s just a little bit of fun. She’ll probably like it.

You’d known full well that she wouldn’t, but Ona’s doe eyes made you want to corrupt her too. Besides, Lucy was all kinds of attractive when she was riled up. Ever the angel, Ona had ducked her head and began retying her shoes when Lucy slipped into the locker room. 

While your relationship was unconventional, it worked. And it worked well, granted it was kept under wraps and behind closed doors.

You'd been drawn to Ona first, what with her pretty smile and her unabashed confidence. You'd soon found out that it didn't extend to the bedroom, where she let her brashness fall away to submission. Topping Ona was a godly experience. She could make you feel so powerful, so in control. She trusted you with her body so wholeheartedly.

When you both became closer to Lucy, it was like finding the missing piece. Inviting a third person into your relationship was hardly an easy decision, but months down the line, there were no regrets. Lucy was the perfect caretaker, handling you both with years of experience.

For Ona, being the sub of such a strictly dominant personality was easy. You watched her fall to her knees proudly. After all, you'd been the one she fell for for a long time. She relished in being good, in following Lucy's rules, in giving herself up completely.

For you, it wasn't always so easy. Some days Lucy could take you apart with ease. She'd say the right thing at the right time and have you bent over and ready for her in an instant.

But somedays submission wasn't your natural state. Somedays your incessant need to push the limits were too strong. Somedays you longed to be in control of the situation, even just for a second.

You’re not sure exactly what pushed Lucy over the edge that day. Maybe it was the ass grab when she was in front of you in drill lines, or the not-so subtle press of your hips against hers when she marked you in the box. Maybe it was the way you were extra handsy with Ona, stretching out her tight hamstrings with particular attention to her upper thighs. Maybe it was the pornographic moan you let out at the first bite of lunch, or the way you stripped in front of half the team for your ice bath. Maybe it was the filthy words you’d so casually dropped when the two of you were paired up for the afternoon gym session.

In truth, it could have been any of the hundred ways you’d pushed her possessive buttons. All you knew was that it had worked. 

At least, it worked in getting you naked. The lack of touch was unwelcome, but the blindfold was a nice addition.  It made you jumpy and high strung. With both of them in the room, it was hard to pinpoint where the next sound might come from. 

It was footsteps. The definite shuffling of feet until both sets halted at the bottom of the bed. Then, the quiet shift of fabric and Ona’s unmistakable needy whimper. You’d heard it so many times, with your tongue in her mouth or between her legs. 

A quiet beat, then Lucy broke the silence. “You’ll be honest with me, yeah?” 

You knew by the adoring tone alone that it wasn’t meant for you. 

Ona probably nodded, because it was Lucy who spoke again. “Did she ask you to join in? Say it out loud for me.” 

Behind the blindfold, you rolled your eyes. There was no way in hell Ona wouldn’t rat on you when Lucy was bearing down on her. 

Sure enough.  “Yes.” 

“And you didn’t want to?” 

“I knew you’d be mad.” For all her honesty was landing you in it, Ona had the decency to sound timid.

“Oh,” Lucy purred, “You’re such a good girl, baby. Not like her.” 

Your cheeks might have reddened a touch at your open and vulnerable position. 

“Good girls get rewarded.” And while you couldn’t see them, you were sure some kind of clothing was peeled away. There was some rustling, a thud of something hitting the floor, then a few sporadic wet clicks. 

There were so many images flying through your head. Was Lucy kissing her deep and possessive, or was her mouth working against her chest? Was it Ona’s shirt that came off, or her sweats? Did Lucy pull her hoodie over her head? 

None of the questions could be answered. 

“What’s happening?” You whined, rattling your restraints just to add to the petulant tone. “Lucy, please.”

Were you going insane, or could you feel their eyes on you? 

Instead of replying to you, Lucy kept the gentle tone she reserved for Ona. “Comfy, yeah?” 

“Yeah.” Ona breathed back. 

More slick sounds then. Ona’s needy keens were broken only when Lucy rewarded her with a groan of her own. 

Your core clenched, tightening around nothing. You could feel the twang of arousal low in your gut, but it was hard to know how wet you’d become with your legs well spread. 

It went on like that, the slide of skin and occasional wet smack. You imagined Lucy sucking on Ona’s nipples, pulling off each one with flair. The younger girl’s moans were becoming louder and more emboldened. You could practically see the way her face contorted into a focussed frown when she took her pleasure. 

You tugged on your wrist restraints, letting the headboard jangle with the strain. “Come on, at least let me watch?” 

This time, you could hear the smugness in Lucy’s voice when she cooed. “Tell her what I’m doing, sweets.” 

“Lucy is-“ A sharp gasp, then a breathy moan. 

“You sound so pretty, baby. Focus for me, what am I doing? Tell her.” 

“She’s touching me.” The Spanish lilt had your thighs tensing, trying to find a little friction despite how your ankles were bound.

“Where?” You asked.

The silence stretched for a beat too long when Lucy said, “You can answer her.”

“Between my legs.” Ona supplied immediately. 

You whined, imaging Lucy’s long fingers working between your own. “Are you naked?” 

“No. She’s touching over my-” 

“-Your wet panties?” Lucy interjected. “Can already feel how much you want it. Bet you could come just like this, hmm?”  

Ona groaned in agreement, though it was cut off by a sharp gasp.

You’d pushed Lucy far too far. This was a special kind of torture. “I wanna see.” You moaned, stretching your restraints before relaxing onto the bed with a huff. 

Ona swore softly as you tried to guess what was happening. 

“Lucy, please. I’ll be good if you let me see.” A lie, of course, but one which you didn’t feel bad about. 

Instead of answering you, Lucy once again cooed at Ona. “Remind me, baby. What do good girls get?” 

“Rewarded.” Ona breathed back like a prayer. 

“And what do bad girls get?”

You had the sense to shut your mouth then, though the word was on the tip of your tongue. 

“…Punished?” Ona guessed tentatively. Of course she’d have no idea. 

“That’s right. Good girls get to come over and over until they’re all floaty. Bad girls don’t get anything they want. Especially ones who act like little sluts in front of the whole team.” 

Your stomach clenched at the harsh tone. “Lucy-“ 

“-shut up or I’ll find a gag.” She said with such a finality that you didn’t even dare to argue back. 

Instead, you snapped your mouth shut in a pout and tried not to think about how your legs were spread wide. How either one of them could see how wet they’d made you without even a touch. 

For a while, it was just wet noises and the occasional cry or whine or moan from the younger of the two. From the rhythmic slide, you’d guess Lucy had her fingers buried inside. 

They spoke to each other with muffled words, as though their conversation was private and held with their lips pressed against each other's. 

“There, baby girl?” 

“Yes! Yes, there.  Please!” 

“Keep your legs open for me. Like that.” 

“Oh God, Lucy.” 

You weren’t jealous of Lucy often. Your relationship worked because of the confidence you each had. The trust. Still, hearing Ona moaning her name and only her name stung. 

“Good girl.” Lucy praised, “Always such a good girl for me.” 

You could hear when she got close. Listening to the quicker pace Lucy set which pulled all kinds of delicious sounds from the Spaniard. 

“Gonna come for me, sweetheart?” 

“Yes. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t. This is a reward, remember? Wanna make you feel good.”

“Please can I come?” Ona keened, a high-pitched pretty thing which had you rattling your restraints again. 

“So polite.” Lucy smirked.

“Please, Lucy?” 

Another pause, with just the wet fucking of fingers to fill the space. Then Lucy purred, “You’re my perfect girl, aren’t you?” 

“Yes.” 

“Think you can hold it for me? Just for ten?” 

You didn’t even have to see her to know that Ona would have nodded immediately, face turning serious as she tried to control her pleasure and focus on the task. 

The words were out of your mouth before you’d even thought it though. “Lucy, please let me see. I wanna see her come. Please.” 

“Ten. Nine. Eight.” 

You flung your head back to the pillow, crying out in frustration. 

“Seven. Six. Halfway.” 

Ona fell quiet.

“Four. Three.” 

Lucy slowed her counting, teasing out the end like always. 

“Two… and…” 

If there was any doubt about how wet you were before, there was none now. Your cunt ached, hips wriggling for friction which wouldn’t come. 

“One. You can come, baby.” 

Ona didn’t wait around, squeaking out a pleased noise before she fell over the edge. You imagined how her hips usually bucked, how her hands scrambled for any part of Lucy's body to hold onto. Even if you couldn’t see her, the debauched cry she let out was a delicious thing. 

After her mewls had turned to gentle pants, you heard them kiss. 

“So beautiful.” Lucy hummed. Another kiss. “So beautiful. Do you want a break, sweetheart?” 

Ona probably nodded, because you could hear the shift of fabric as Lucy moved around her. 

“Are you warm enough? Stay here then, yeah? If you wanna play again, you let me know? Or use this-“ The soft thud of something hitting the plush fabric. “-Anything you want for now.”

With the room falling silent once again, you could feel their eyes on you. There was nowhere to hide when you were all exposed and held open. Lucy knew it too. 

She made you wait, squirming under the intensity of her gaze. Even when you couldn’t see her eyes, you knew how disapproving they would be. 

Slowly, slowly, you felt the bed dip to your right. 

When she spoke, the knuckles of her hand grazed against your waist gently. “And what am I going to do with you, hmm?”

[kemptyrian]

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UNIVERSE MASTERLIST - Sunsets and footballers

Lucy Bronze x Reader

Alexia Putellas x Character

Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson

**This is a UNIVERSE! That means it follows the same timeline, with multiple different couples.

So far we have: Lucy Bronze x Reader / Alexia Putellas x Character / Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (Mini and spread throughout).

Refer to the PARTS for where you are in the story. Refer to the (1) (2) (3) etc for the couple relationship chapters.

More relationships will be added. Primarily centred around Lucy and YFN.

We have fluff. We have angst. We have SMUT.**

Part 1 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (1)

Part 2 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (2)

Part 3- Lucy Bronze x Reader (3)

Part 4 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (4)

Part 5 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (5)

Part 6 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (6)

Part 7 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (7)

Part 8 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (8)

Part 9 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (9)

Part 10 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (10)

Part 11 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (11)

Part 12 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (12)

Part 13 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (13)

Part 14 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (14)

Part 15 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (15)

Part 16 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (16)

Part 17 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (17)

Part 18 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (18)

Part 19 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (19)

Part 20 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (20)

Part 21 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (21)

Part 22 - Alexia Putellas x Character (1)

Part 23 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (22)

Part 24 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (23)

Part 25 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (24)

Part 26 - Alexia Putellas x Character (2)

Part 27 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (25)

Part 28 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (26) & Alexia Putellas x Character (3)

Part 29 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (27)

Part 30 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (28) & Alexia Putellas x Character (4)

Part 31 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (29)

Part 32 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (30)

Part 33 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (31) & Alexia Putellas x Character (5)

Part 34 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (32)

Part 35 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (33)

Part 36 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (34)

Part 37 - Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (1)

Part 38 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (35) & Alexia Putellas x Character (6)

Part 39 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (36) & Alexia Putellas x Character (7)

Part 40 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (37) & Alexia Putellas x Character (8)

Part 41 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (38)

Part 42 - Alexia Putellas x Character (9)

Part 43 - Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (2)

Part 44 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (39) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (3)

Part 45 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (40)

Part 46 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (41) & Alexia Putellas x Character (10)

Part 47 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (42) / Alexia Putellas x Character (11) / Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (4)

Part 48 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (43) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (5)

Part 49 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (44) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (6)

Part 50 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (45) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (7)

Part 51 - Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (8)

Part 52 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (46) & Alexia Putellas x Character (12)

Part 53 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (47) & Alexia Putellas x Character (13)

Part 54 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (48) & Alexia Putellas x Character (14)

Part 55 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (49) & Alexia Putellas x Character (15)

Part 56 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (50) / Alexia Putellas x Character (16) / Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (9)

Part 57 - Alexia Putellas x Character (17)

Part 58 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (51) & Alexia Putellas x Character (18)

Part 59 - Alexia Putellas x Character (19)

Part 60 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (52) / Alexia Putellas x Character (20) / Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (10)

Part 61 - Alexia Putellas x Character (21)

Part 62 - Alexia Putellas x Character (22)

Part 63 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (53)

Part 64 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (54) / Alexia Putellas x Character (23)

Part 65 - Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (11) / Lucy Bronze x Reader (55)

Part 66 - Alexia Putellas x Character (24)

Part 67 - Alexia Putellas x Character (25)

Part 68 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (56) / Alexia Putellas x Character (26) MINI

Part 69 - Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (12)

Part 70 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (57) / Alexia Putellas x Character (27) / Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (13)

Part 71 - Alexia Putellas x Character (28) & Lucy Bronze x Reader (58)

Part 72 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (59) / Alexia Putellas x Character (29) / Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (14)

Part 73 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (60) / Alexia Putellas x Character (30) / Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (15)

Part 74 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (61) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (16)

Part 75 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (62) & Alexia Putellas x Character (31)

Part 76 - Alexia Putellas x Character (32)

Part 77 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (63) / Alexia Putellas x Character (33) / Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (17)

Part 78 - Alexia Putellas x Character (34)

Part 79 - Alexia Putellas x Character (35) - Ridley Part One

[kemptyrian]

Silenced Smut

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Literally, just my smut that was nuked by the “community guidelines” button being smashed.

What a Naughty Girl (ScarLizzie/WandaNat)

It’s Just, a Little Crush (WandaNat)

Give in to Temptations (Wanda w/🍆)

Bible Study (WandaNat — Nat w/🍆)

Attachment Issues (Natasha)

Only Love Can Hurt Like This (Wanda)

We Got Lost in Translation (Kate)

Always Meant to Be (Scarlett)

A Dreary Existence (Scarlett)

A Love Worth Making (Wanda)