#Arsenal fan fiction

[theodorecanaryhood]

The Arrow and his Outlaw

Roy Harper x Male! Reader (pride month y’all)

Happy pride 🏳️‍🌈 love you all

Warning: some swearing, sex and some violence

The wall in the bedroom was a wall you had seen probably a thousand times now, but for some reason when we are daydreaming, we stare at the wall like we’ve never seen it before.

This was no exception as your boyfriend got ready in the bathroom, having showered and taken ages to get ready.

‘How’s my outfit?’ Roy said as he walked in the room, you smiled as you looked at him.

‘Lovely’ you winked, Roy furrowing his brows a little.

‘You sure?’ Roy asked for reassurance, you nodded as you chuckled.

‘Baby, you look fine’

‘I don’t wanna look fine, I want to look great’ Roy huffed, about to go to the dresser to get some clothes.

You stood and grabbed his hand, getting his attention.

‘Baby, you look good no matter what you wear’ you kiss Roy.

Roy is taller than you by inches as well as older than you, by a couple of years. Sometimes though, it is like you’re the older one. Roy is the alpha when it counts.

‘Ok, you’ve convinced me’ Roy laughs, kissing you back. Rubbing a hand down your backside while the other holds the back of your head.

The kiss gets deep as you begin to pull at the collar of Roy’s shirt, him laughing into the kiss.

‘Fuck’ you exhale, Roy going down to bite a little at your neck.

Roy has a way with his words but he tends to let his actions speak louder, sometimes his actions scream what he wants.

There has been times when Roy has had a rough night on patrol, he climbs into bed with you and just holds you. His actions screaming that he just wants someone to hold him and let him know that he’s loved.

Other times, Roy has just grabbed hold of you and thrown you around like a rag doll, violently making out with you. His actions being that he just wants some fast action.

That all being said, no matter what Roy’s actions are he always gets his way. You give him exactly what he wants.

‘Baby, Jason won’t be happy if we’re late’ you say as Roy begins to try and take off your sweater.

Roy pouts a little as he looks at the red mark showing on your neck.

‘Oops, you might want to cover that’ Roy says, laughing as he holds you by the jaw and turns your head. Observing his handy work, or rather mouthy.

‘It’s cool, I’ll just put makeup on it’ smiling as you pull out some supplies, you always have to hand for these moments.

Roy likes it rough and does not hesitate to show you off as his, in anyway he can.

Driving with Roy is always fun as he has a romantic song playing, or some other type of love-song. Hand on your thigh, while he smiles to himself.

‘You ok Princess?’ He asks you, smiling slyly as you roll your eyes.

‘Yes’

Roy calls you ‘Princess’ when he drives as you are always his passenger, passenger Princess. He finds it funny, you find it annoying but sweet.

Roy is not one for nicknames as he would rather call you by your name, but on occasion he does use a funny nickname for you.

‘Hey’ Jason cheered as you and Roy walked in the door, rushing over and hugging you both.

You hug Jason tightly as he rocks you a little, Roy laughing.

‘How was the drive?’ Jason asked as he lead you both into the kitchen.

‘Great, this is a nice place Jay’ Roy smiled, holding your hand. Jason nodded while smiling.

‘Thanks. The old man suggested I upsize as that apartment was too small’ chuckling, Jason hands you both a beer.

Social gatherings had got a lot better and a lot less awkward, as you know all of Roy’s friends and he knows all of yours.

Jason was introduced to you about 6 years ago, he introduced you to his best friend Roy a couple years after that. Then the rest, as they say is history.

Roy asked you out after talking to you for an hour, you did not hesitate with a yes. Jason was so happy when he found out that Roy finally had a boyfriend.

‘You need a boyfriend bud, really. Y/n is such a great guy, he’s funny and smart’ Jason smiled, hugging his best friend tight.

It seemed like time had sped by so fast since then, as you and Roy were already saving for a house.

Jason’s house warming was getting more lively now, as people started doing shots. Roy joining in, you being the self-assigned driver home you decided to skip the drinking this time. So you and Roy would get home in one piece.

That you did, and Roy regretted the amount of shots he did, though the exact number was not known.

‘Here’s some water for that head’ you handed Roy some painkillers. Roy gulping them and the water down.

‘Thanks babe, I think my liver has left’ Roy sighed, laying back down on the bed. You chuckling.

‘This is why I didn’t drink, but I’m glad you had fun’ you leant down and kissed Roy’s bare shoulder.

You aided your self-inflicted hungover boyfriend for the day, reminding him he had patrol that night. Which he would need to get rest beforehand for. It was a big one tonight.

Arsenal had no issues with enemies tonight as they were all going down, his patrol going real smooth.

He roared after thugs and had no issues handing out discipline, one thug tried to slash him up with a knife, but Roy was quick on his feet.

‘Not tonight’ he growled as he grabbed his hand, twisting till he heard a snap. The guys wrist snapped easily.

Arsenal was a brutal force on particular tonight, with no problem scoring a scream of pain from the enemy.

Roy strolled into the front door of his shared apartment with you, not quite tired yet, at least not enough to go to sleep. Of course, you weren’t asleep yet. Still in the habit of waiting up.

‘Hey, sexy man’ Roy smirked as he approached you, shoving his lips on yours.

You accepted, standing up onto your feet as you grabbed at Roy’s arms. Him grabbing and holding your face.

Roy backed you into the doorway as he buried his face into your neck, sinking his teeth into you like Dracula. His teeth bit down, surely to leave a mark the next day.

You wrapped your legs around Roy’s waist as he carried you over to the bedroom. Throwing you in the bed, Roy practically tore your underwear off as he took your shaft into his mouth.

‘Oh God’ you breathed out as Roy began to work on you, like if he stopped you would simply vanish.

Roy took you all into his mouth as he worked while you moaned, breathing out his name.

‘Roy, oh God I love it, Roy’

Roy slapped your bare ass as he grabbed your arm, rolling you onto your stomach. Now sinking his mouth onto your asshole.

There wasn’t a part of your body Roy hadn’t kissed, licked or bitten. He had marked you as his as Roy got on his back. Letting you do the same to him.

You pulled Roy’s underwear down as you took in his length, your mouth was filled with Roy’s throbbing dick.

Roy was quite large in the genital department so he always allowed you to take your time, the Red Headed man lay back and enjoyed while you did your thing.

‘Y/n’ Roy breathed out, you lifted your head as you locked the head of his penis.

‘You look so good’ Roy smiled, you smiled back as you got on your knees, lowering yourself on Roy’s shaft.

Sliding it in you gasped as it always amazed you how good Roy felt, you lifted up and slid back down slowly a few times. Roy throwing his head back, he sat up as he began to bite at your collarbone and shoulder.

You bounced more and more as the feeling of Roy inside you filled you up, Roy’s lips met yours in a heated kiss.

‘I’m gonna fuck you so hard’ Roy breathed out as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled over, you now on your back with your legs up. Roy on his knees, he began to slam into you.

‘Fuck, fuck’ you called out as Roy slammed harder and harder, sweat dripping down him as you ran a hand down his abs.

Roy dug his fingers into your thighs as he grunted louder, you throwing your head back. Rubbing yourself.

You heard Roy clapping against you as he got quicker, him almost losing his breath as his body tingled.

‘Right there, I’m coming’ you said, jerking yourself faster and releasing yourself all over your chest.

‘Shit’ Roy said as he watched as you came, Roy put his hand around your throat as he slammed a little harder.

‘Oh god’ Roy breathed out as he slammed slower and deeper, releasing his hot seed inside you.

Roy pulled out as jerked what was left onto your chest, mixing his seed with yours. Collapsing on top of you, you wrapped your arms around his neck as Roy caught his breath.

He buried his face into your neck as he breathed, you ran your fingers through his red hair, smiling out of satisfaction.

‘How was patrol?’ You finally asked as Roy chuckled, his body shook on top of you. Lifting his head up to look at you.

‘Was great, as you can tell’ he smiled, kissing you again.

‘Wanna go again?’ You asked, Roy nodding eagerly as he began to kiss you again.

The next day was filled with shopping, cleaning and cooking together. Today was a particularly hot day.

Roy wore his trusted green shorts and short sleeved jumpsuit, which never failed to keep him cool. Plus you didn’t complain as he has great legs, plus it only buttoned halfway up, showing his broad chest.

You both walked through the streets of Gotham holding hands, talking about different topics. Mostly debating on whether to watch a movie later. Roy opting for an action while you opted for horror.

Roy always made you feel safe, no matter the situation and no matter the outcome. You were safe with him, Roy loved hard and what you could never fault him on was that he always showed you.

‘Wanna go Jason’s later?’ He asked you, you nodding as you both walked into the air conditioned store.

Roy slapping your ass as you pushed the cart in front of him, kissing you on the cheek every now and then.

Sure you two got looks from people every now and then, but neither of you cared.

The day came to an end, with you and Roy laying in bed together as he read while you rested your head on his chest. Feeling his chest going up and down, while you fell into a peaceful sleep.

Roy kissed your head and gently rested you on your pillow, rolling over and turning the lamp off. Roy rolled back over and wrapped his arm around your waist, burying his face into your neck as he held you.

Both of you drifted into a deep sleep while you remained holding each other all night. Peacefully and in love.

[melsvt]

nobody's business ─ martin odegard

a life with you i wonder, can we become loves persona

summary › just a normal girl, who visites every one of the arsenal match takes the attention of the number 8!

warnings › my writing, poorly written english, not so flirty male character.

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mel's rant › hello, welcome. this is the first social media au i have write after a while, so i might have made some mistakes with my english writing. also, there will be probably part 2 or even part 3 because i can only put 10 pictures into 1 post and that is not enough. anyways, thanks so much for reading, a like would do soo good for my mental health. love you all, take care of yourself <3

[the-barista-district]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Red Hood/Arsenal (Comics), Red Hood: Lost Days, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), Green Arrow (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Mature 

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings 

Relationships: Roy Harper/Jason Todd 

Characters: Jason Todd, Roy Harper 

Additional Tags: Romance, Love, Humor, Established Relationship, Jayroy, Fooling Around, Idiots in Love, Prompt Fic, Prompt Fill, Sentence Prompt, One Shot Summary:

“I’m like 75% this won’t explode on us.” Roy assured as he screwed in the last piece to the device he’s been working on for the last two hours.

“That’s…that’s not a high enough number, Roy.” Jason said, taking an extra step back even if it wouldn’t have made much a difference if it did, in fact, set off right now.

“Sure it is!” Roy spun around in his stool to grin at Jason. “It’s gonna be perfect for our next gig!” He said excited to test out his latest tech.

“We don’t need a bomb for that.” Jason frowned, putting his hands on his hips as he stared down the archer.

“It’s not a bomb, I keep telling you, it’s not gonna blow up!” Roy insisted, standing up but still having to look up a bit at Jason.

“Then why is there any kind of chance that it will blow up?” Jason asked, quirking a brow at him.

“There just is, don’t worry baby, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” Roy grinned.

“Yea, sure.” Jason snorted and then tugged the archer closer to him by his belt. “You better or I’m taking you down with me.”

“Mm, it’ll be a hell of a way to go out.” Roy hummed, sliding his hands up Jason’s chest. “If we go down, we go together, that’s romantic as shit, Jaybird.”

[discount12]

*steps up to the microphone, tapping it a few times before taking a breath in*

There should be more Hackula fanfics.

*I walk away*

[historyhermann]

Princess Syalis' sleep quest, spells, and forbidden library knowledge in "Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle"

Princess Syalis reads a Grimoire in the forbidden room off the underground demon library, and is annoyed I’ve written about sleeping on this blog throughout this past year, whether in regards to Rin Shima in Laid Back-Camp, who sleeps at the information desk when she was in school, one of the few characters who is a librarian which I have seen doing this, while comfortably wearing a hair bun.…

[afc-agitprop]

With wenger's statue coming up I would like to share my favorite piece of arsenal fan fiction kinda: that one reddit guy who dreamt wenger and the 15/16 squad ran a train on his wife 💀

[masterofthez]

The final three Titans have the simplest mission, but easily the hardest. Enter and Explore Titan's Tower right under Trigon's noise.

[ceesimz]

Best of Both Worlds

Yes, the title is a Hannah Montana song, it fits perfectly. Also, for the sake of fiction, Leah did in fact play at Wembley, thank you!

Possibly the most long-awaited day of Leah's life; her national team return. It was one thing to play for The Arsenal again, but to represent her country whilst wearing the captain's armband at Wembley was an experience that simply couldn't be matched. And that's why it meant everything and more to her that you were in the stands with her family and her name on your back.

It wasn't the most aesthetically pleasing match ever, a 1-1 draw against Sweden, but Leah was back in her rightful place under her rightful role, and that was a win in itself. With each step on the pitch, your heart swelled with pride, knowing the mountain she'd climbed with her injury and how hard it had been mentally with each bump in the road, especially when she had to drop out of the last camp.

But here you were, seated in the same area of the stands her family had been when she had won the Euros, watching on in awe at how seamlessly she slipped back into the team. You had missed that fateful day back in 2022, having only met Leah five months after it at a New Year's Eve party, but with the affection Leah described that day with, you may as well have lived it for yourself. Now, having experienced your first game at Wembley since you hadn't gone to that game last year, you were beaming as you watched your girl command her national team around again.

Sure, you'd been to many a game of her's before, but there was something different about this one. There were obvious reasons of course, her injury and whatnot, but seeing her lead her team out to a stadium filled with the most people you'd ever seen her play in front of, a feeling settled in your chest that was unlike anything before. And when she was back in your arms at the end of the game, you would show her exactly how much you treasured her.

So, as she made her way around the stadium post-game, taking the time to applaud all the fans that had come along to watch and signing things for some, there was a smile of admiration on your face that her cousin beside you noticed. You blushed heavily at the teasing nudge she gave you with a smirk on her face.

"I suggest you wipe that cheesy, love-sick smile off your face before she comes over and bullies you for it." The woman next to you said, the pair of you laughing as you rolled your eyes, both all too familiar with her antics.

But the absence of said smile only lasted for about a minute, because then Leah was making her way over to the area of stands where you and her family was, and she had a down-turned smile on her face, the one she always did whilst trying to suppress her actual one. You were sat on the second row behind Leah's immediate family, so you stood back and waited for her to greet them all, also doing so as to not attract much fan attention. Leah made that hard though, because when her Mum pulled her into a bear hug, she indulged herself fully in it for about five seconds before her eyes flitted up to you and the corners of her mouth finally quirked up.

She jokingly pushed her Mum to the side so that she could reach out for you, and leaned up to hug you tightly. However, you pulled away after a few moments, and she made her disapproval very clear.

"What you doing that for?" She quizzed grumpily, looking utterly unimpressed up at you as some of her family members chuckled at her.

"The fans, Leah. We're at Wembley, think of all the videos." You whispered close to her ear, not quite intelligible for the others to hear.

"Who gives a toss, babe, I've hugged all my family here and you're no different." She responded, and she pulled you back in before you could complain. You wouldn't have complained anyway, because really who were you to deny your girlfriend's hug, your favourite in the world.

"Don't throw a strop later if there's about a million different angles of this." You teased, pinching her side where one of your hands rested around her.

"Doesn't matter, it's still you I get to go home with." She murmured before quickly pecking the spot under your ear and pulling back with one last squeeze. When she leaned back, she saw the light blush to your cheeks and smirked. "A year later and I've still got it."

You shoved her away lightly so that she could chat with the rest of her family before going off to do her post-match routine. Seeing her with her family, who she was so tight-knit with, was always a joy to see and you'd never get tired of seeing it. And as she jogged away back to the tunnel, her Mum turned to you and embraced you too.

"Thanks for coming, darling, it means a lot to her and to us too." She told you, rubbing a hand up and down your back. Praise and gratitude from her never got old either.

"Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world." You said back to her, to which she smiled and kissed your cheek.

You and the rest of the group made your way around to the family area inside the stadium to wait for her, making light conversation with them all to pass the time whilst Leah carried out media duties. It was fun and easy spending time with her family, because as a result of your girlfriend's relationship with them, you had grown almost as close with them too. Ever present at family dinners, birthdays, and events like christenings and weddings etc, now it was second nature for you to follow Leah to them. Within only a few months of being with Leah, every invite had your name on it too.

In the middle of your conversation with her cousins, talking excitedly about plans for the summer vacation later that year, you were interrupted as Leah finally appeared in her tracksuit with short wet blonde hair, a soft smile on her face. She spent a bit of time talking some more with her family, before bidding them farewell and wandering over to you.

"Home time?" You wondered, reaching a hand out to brush some of her hair back behind her shoulder.

You had, rather bravely, drove to the stadium today after Leah somehow secured you a reserved parking space, with the plan of driving yourself and Leah home your flat for the night before she travelled back up north to St. George's Park with the team tomorrow.

"God, yes." She sighed, and you smiled up at her.

"Let's go then." You took the hand she offered after pulling up her hood and let her lead the way out of the stadium.

Arriving at your car, with a few curious stares from fans to see if the hooded figure beside you was who they thought it was, you helped her lift her things into the boot of your car before the pair of you clambered in.

For the time it took to drive home, you caught up with her as it had been a few days since you had seen each other whilst she had been at camp. You, ever the safe driver, weren't one to hold your girlfriend's hands whilst on the road, always with two hands on the wheel at all times. Leah teased you of course, her and her English humour never falling to banter you everytime she could, but nevertheless when she was feeling a little clingy her hand would rest on your thigh as you drove, or it would massage and stroke the back of your neck as her arm leaned on your seat's headrest.

Today was a case of her resting a hand mindlessly on your thigh, something you would smile at constantly and glance down at the sight every chance you could get. She didn't notice though, busy talking and too tired to realise. Adjusting back to playing 90 minutes was something she was still in the middle of, not that she couldn't handle them because she obviously can, it's just the tiredness afterwards was something she hadn't experienced in a while of playing professionally.

That meant you weren't exactly surprised when she flopped down immediately on your sofa when you got home, not even bothering to drop her bags off in your room.

"Want some food, love?" You offered, pushing her bags to the side of the hallway so that they weren't a tripping hazard before leaning against the doorway of your lounge.

"You don't have to cook, we can just order a Nando's or something." Leah yawned, rubbing her eyes.

"Well, I thought ahead." You smiled at her, giggling at the tired and confused expression she silently responds with. "I meal-planned for you. I can heat up a plate of that Carribbean chicken and rice and veg if you want."

She gazed at you for a few moments before her head dropped back against the pillows with a groan.

"If I had a ring right now, I'd ask to marry you."

With a laugh, you took that as a yes and headed to the kitchen to do exactly as you said. As you were gone, the blonde put Netflix on the TV and chose the sitcom you had been watching together before pausing the episode to wait for you. She sat up with a groan and slumped back heavily, going onto her phone to reply to some friends and family.

Not so long later, you walked back in with Leah's food, handing it to her before sitting down beside her. Plate and fork in hand, she twisted her body to lean her back against your shoulder and happily tucked into her meal as you pressed play on the TV.

"Thanks for this, babe, I'm really grateful." She muttered as she ate, to which you smiled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"It's no problem, Le. I made a plate for myself too but I had a hot dog at half-time so I'm not hungry." You revealed, giggling as Leah chuckled.

"I know it's just a plate of food but... I don't know, means a lot to me that you thought about this." With a light blush, you shrugged nonchalantly and kissed the side of her head.

"I would say I know you'd do the same for me, but everybody knows you can't cook." You jested, grinning when she grumbled under her breath.

"I was only being nice, but alright." She huffed, but you only held her tighter against you.

"I'm kidding. I just love you, s'all. Wanna take care of you, especially after the last year and especially because I know you're a bit of a bottomless pit after a game." You say, and she hums in agreement. "If I'd have known my chicken was so good, it inspired thoughts of marriage, I'd have made it more often."

"I could never say no to that."

You both fell silent at that, more than content to enjoy each other's company with the show on in the background. Spending time with you after a game, just relaxing together, was fastly becoming Leah's favourite tradition. Going to dinners with friends or partying were great, but not much could beat this. Great food with even better company, in the arms of her girlfriend, Leah was finally at peace with the silence she had to greet after a game that was anything but.

That was something not many people would guess was a struggle in women's football. Going from playing in tiny stadiums to bigger venues but hardly any fans, to then playing in sold-out game after sold-out game for both club and country, that was her dream. What she wasn't expecting was the mental challenge that came with it. Spending well over 90 minutes in a booming stadium with fans that never ceased their chants was astounding to her, but the silence that met her when she would go home to a quiet and empty apartment was difficult.

She had worked on dealing with it better since the Euros where it had really picked up, but there was one thing that made it so much easier every time without fail. And that was you.

"You know I do plan to marry you, right?" Leah piped up out of nowhere sometime later, her plate long discarded to the coffee table as your positions on the couch remained the same. At her out-of-the-blue question that took your breath away a little, you cleared your throat and nodded though she couldn't see you.

"Yeah."

"Because I do want to marry you one day. I've known that from early on, I actually know the exact moment I thought that."

"Do tell, my love." You smiled, never one to pass up on a chance to hear just how and when Leah had fallen for you.

"The second time we saw each other after the New Year's party, when you started teasing me for not kissing you again after that night."

Much to Alex's dismay, the night of that party yourself and Leah had spent pretty much all of it talking about everything and nothing, compelled by a desire to get to know each other. That was until the blonde's intake of Dutch courage lived up to its name as she kissed you a little more than what could be described as friendly once the clock struck midnight. And when the night ended, no matter how much you didn't want to leave, you both shared a taxi to your respective apartments and exchanged details. It wasn't long before you saw her again though, in fact you saw her twice in the two weeks that followed, but the defender had been a little too embarrassed at her eager act a few weeks prior to kiss you again. But when you teased her one too many times about it, on the third 'date', she huffed before firmly yet delicately gripping your face and finally kissing you again.

"I spoke to Wally after our second date and she called me crazy for knowing I'd marry you when I didn't even have the balls to kiss you again." You laughed loudly at that, a notion Leah soon joined in with as she knew her past-self had acted in a ridiculous and shy way. "But that's the truth, babe. I knew I had to have you, and what better way to show that than snogging the life out of you on a random bench in London."

"Ew, Leah! Why describe it like that? I thought it was such a sweet moment, but you've just described it like we were two horny teenagers." She grimaced at the point you made, regretting it already.

"My bad. It was sweet. If not a bit... desperate." She snickered, grinning when you swatted her shoulder. "So, would you marry me then?"

"Wow. If this conversation couldn't get any less romantic, I think you've just put the nail in the coffin." Leah scoffed and sat up, fixing you with a disapproving look.

"That wasn't my actual proposal, you knob. I just wanna know if you'd say yes when I did eventually ask. Properly, that is." The defender asked with a shy smile, and you couldn't help but giggle at her face, doing so more when she frowned in confusion.

"Yes, I would accept your proposal. As long as it's with a nice ring and a better speech." You answered to put her out of her misery. She lets out a relieved sigh but smiling again.

"Noted."

With that, she stood up, now your turn to be confused. Squealing as she lifted you up bridal style, you laughed when she lay you down on your back length-ways across the sofa. Then, she kneeled against the cushions under your knees and carefully laid on top of you, her head resting against your stomach. Her hands came up to slide under your back and she sighed contently.

"Comfy?" You asked with a smile, your own hands settling on the back of her head.

"So comfy." She hummed, eyes closed as she faced away from the TV.

"If you're gonna fall asleep, Le, we may as well go to bed."

"No." She grunted. "I won't fall asleep. I just want to lay here for a bit."

"Alright." You conceded, your attention fully lost from the TV and instead on the girl draped over you.

You admired the slight view of her face available to you, your hands combing delicately through her almost dried hair as the only sounds shared between you were the calm and quiet breaths you both let out. A few minutes passed by and you thought she had gone to sleep, but she proved you wrong.

"This is my dream, you know."

"What is?" You asked her, moving one of your hands to rest on the side of your face and stroking her skin there with your thumb.

"Going home from a game to someone I love. Who I can fully switch off with." The small explanation had you beaming, beyond happy to hear how special you were to her.

"Well, I'm glad I can help, my love." You replied, a sheepishly proud smile on your face.

"I used to find it hard, y'know... our football blew up in popularity during the Euros, and I struggled with it more than I expected." You hummed curiously, not wanting to disrupt her train of thought but letting her know you wanted her to continue. "Going from being surrounded by up to ninety thousand people, singing and chanting and cheering non-stop, to just... nothing when I got home. Just a cold, empty, silent apartment. The contrast of it troubled me a lot. I worked through it with a psychologist and coped with it better, but it was never perfect."

She paused, adjusting her position so that her hands came to rest under her chin as she looked up at you, that same down-turned smile from earlier returning. Your hands fell to clasp behind her neck, waiting for her to elaborate.

"Then you came around, and now that anxiety doesn't even phase me anymore."

Now, if that wasn't the most heart-warming thing your girlfriend had said so far, you weren't sure what was.

"That makes me so happy, Leah." You whispered, cupping her cheeks with your hands and smiling softly at her.

"One of my favourite things about our relationship is how easy it is for me to switch from Leah Williamson the footballer, to just Leah when I'm around you. Makes coming home after a game much easier."

Shaking your head, you took her hands and urged her to move further up your body so that her head rested against your chest. Wrapping your arms around her, you squeezed her tightly, desperate to convey your love to her in a way words couldn't explain.

"I'll happily welcome 'Just Leah' home all the time."

"Now you're ruining the moment."

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚁𝚈

𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘

description: Cherry and Kyra have been together six months now, and y/n is nervous but she thinks its time for Kyra to move in with her.

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kyra cooney-cross x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: just plain cuteness, kisses, chaotic arsenal and kyra, flufffff and a few swear words

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y/n just posted on her story

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private message to beffy

y/n: beffy - I'm too nervous - I can't do it

beffy: Cherry - you'll be fine - she'll say yes.

y/n: But like, we've only been dating since September and now it's May - and the fans are only just catching on now!

beffy: STAY CALM

y/n: AGHHHHHHHHHH

beffy: shit

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"You okay baby?" Kyra's question breaks y/n out of her text conversation and makes her jump.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, just messaging Beth." y/n smiles, switching her phone off rather quickly as she opens her arms, Kyra grinning as she pushes across the sofa and into y/n's warm embrace.

"You sure?" Kyra asks and y/n nods, chuckling as Kyra presses a few kisses against her cheek.

"Yeah sure, baby." y/n promises and Kyra hums slightly, face falling slightly as they continued to watch their show. "You staying tonight?" y/n asks and Kyra nods.

"Yes please, don't wanna go back home." Kyra explains and y/n chuckles slightly.

"All that rent you're throwing away." She jokes and Kyra rolls her eyes.

"You sound just like Steph!" Kyra snorts and y/n giggles as Kyra digs her finger tips into y/n's side, forcing bright laughs out of her mouth as she tries to squirm away.

"No! Please!" y/n begs as she continues to laugh and scramble away from Kyra's still tickling hands.

Kyra lets out a cackle as she launches over y/n who sprints away, but Kyra is close behind, the two carefully running around y/n's apartment - giggles echoing the rooms as they did.

"Gotcha!" Kyra cheers, tackling y/n as if they were on the rugby pitch. The two bouncing as they landed on y/n's sofa once more.

"You got me, you got me." y/n laughs as the two let out panting breaths to try and catch their breath.

Just as the two sit there, relishing in each other's warmth and catching their breath, there is the faint buzz of a vibrating phone.

Kyra leans over picking up y/n's phone, just as the caller hangs up, clearly thinking they're not getting hold of y/n as Kyra winces.

"Uh oh." Kyra says.

"What Uh Oh, why Uh Oh?" y/n asks sitting up worriedly, causing Kyra to yelp as she falls backward onto the sofa, y/n pulling her back up as she passes her phone.

goonerno.1: YOU ARE GOING TO WHAT?

goonerno.1: YOU PICK UP RIGHT NOW

goonerno.1: YOU DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME?

"Uh oh." y/n says before she kisses Kyra and jumps up. "Pray for me." She says and the Australian bows her head and holds her hands into a praying position.

"Amen." Kyra nods and y/n gulps and runs into her room, dialling Leah's number who picks up in a lightening flash.

"You didn't even tell me?" Leah asks annoyed as soon as she picks up.

"Because I knew you wouldn't like it!" y/n denies.

"I would if I had been told." Leah defends and y/n scoffs. "Honestly, I would." Leah says, her voice softer now.

"Really?" y/n asks with a sigh.

"I just, don't you think it's a bit soon?" Leah asks and y/n groans. "Okay, Okay, sorry. Habit." Leah promises and y/n can't help but chuckle.

"It's just, she's here most of the time anyway, we don't really like being apart - that place is just becoming a money pit." y/n explains.

y/n was hoping to ask Kyra to move in, that was what all this was about - y/n purely just panicking as she tried to work up the courage to ask her girlfriend to move in.

"Have you asked her?" Leah asks and y/n winces.

"I'm to scared too." y/n admits. "And Beth is trying to help but she can't really and I'm guessing that is who told you." she continues.

"Yeah Cherry, it is." Leah chuckles. "You'll be fine kid. "I don't like it, but she won't say no. She is very happy with you." Leah promises.

"And I'm happy with her." y/n nods. "Okay, I can do it." y/n says.

"Yeah you can, go get her kid." Leah says before hanging up. y/n repeating to herself that she could do it.

And she left the room and wandered into the living room on shaky legs and a steady heart and smiled.

She didn't do it.

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y/n sighed as she pushed the gym door open, a whirl of blonde instantly grabbing her as Leah dragged her back out of the room and into an empty physio room.

"Did you do it?" Leah asks almost worriedly and y/n groans.

"I chickened out." y/n whines and Leah snorts. y/n glares at Leah who winces and mouths an apology. "Oh, what do I do Lee?" y/n sighs and Leah chuckles.

"Oh Cherry." Leah chuckles, bringing the girl in for a hug. "You need to calm down, she is going to say yes, she loves being with you and you two work well together." Leah promises.

"Hurt to say that, didn't it?" y/n asks and Leah nods.

"Oh terribly." Leah agrees, pretending to gag which makes y/n huff. "Look, if you can't do it normally, I'll make you do it." Leah warns y/n.

"How?" y/n scoffs and Leah grins evilly.

"I'll tell Katie." She warns and y/n stops in her tracks, letting out a panicked shriek.

"Please don't." y/n begs.

"Then ask her." Leah says and y/n huffs, narrowing her eyes.

"Fine, I'll ask her at the end of training." y/n promises Leah.

And at the end of training she did not.

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cherry is a coward

goonerno.1 added you to a group chat

goonerno.1 added beffy to the chat

goonerno.1 added thegoat to the chat

goonerno.1 added mccard to the chat

goonerno.1: RIGHT

y/n: Leah please, choose peace.

goonerno.1: Little Cherry, is too scared to ask Kyra to move in.

mccard: SHE WHAT!

mccard: WHY HAS NO ONE BLOODY TOLD ME?!

mccard: I deserved to know ya idiots.

y/n: I'm sorry Katie! But bottom line is I CAN'T DO IT

y/n: AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

goonerno.1: cherry

y/n: AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

goonerno.1: cherry

y/n: AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

beffy: cherry

y/n: AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

y/n: i'm done now.

mccard: Kid take a breath and calm down. What are you two doing right now?

y/n: about to eat din dins

y/n sent a photo

y/n: look how nice!

thegoat: ADHD

y/n: Vivvvvv not right now please :) xx

y/n: Okay, I'm going to ask her.

gonnerno.1: You can do it!

beffy: Come on Cheery!

thegoat: Stay calm! x

mccard: come on our girl ya can do it!

y/n: AGHHHHHHHHH-

goonerno.1: This girl I swear...

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"Are you okay?" Kyra asks before y/n could even breathe in her direction.

"Yeah why?" y/n asks as she hands Kyra her plate of food, the two moving to sit at the table to eat their dinner.

"It's just you've been a little anxious it feels lately." Kyra admits and y/n lets out a sigh. "What's up chicky?" Kyra asks and y/n bites down at her tongue.

"Look, I know we've been together for like six months now. And I really like being with you. And you like being with me." y/n begins.

Kyra pauses, watching as y/n stared at her hands as she rambled her explanation of her actions recently, Kyra couldn't help but smile softly.

"And like you're here a lot. And I'm closer to the stadium." y/n continues. "OH and training." She adds.

"Baby, what are you saying?" Kyra asks.

"Wouldyouliketolikemovelikein with me?" y/n asks, smashing a number of words together as she stutters the question out.

"What?" Kyra asks and y/n sucks in a breath.

"You. Move in. With me?" y/n asks, she shrugs slightly, not as many words as she meant but it will do.

"You mean it?" Kyra asks in shock, mouth wide open. "You're not joshing me?" She asks.

"Who says joshing me anymore?" y/n asks her before Kyra blinks, mouth still wide open. "Oh! Yes! Of course I mean it!" y/n promises her and Kyra lets out a small gasp.

"Oh my god." Kyra whispers, standing up and y/n does the same, worried she had moved too quick.

"If this is all too quick, just say, but like..." y/n begins.

"Oh shut up!" Kyra scoffs before pulling y/n into a kiss, the two's lips meeting with wide smiles as they wrapped themselves in each other.

"So, yes?" y/n asks as she briefly pulls away.

"YES!" Kyra yells, before pulling her back in for another kiss.

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cherry is a coward

y/n: FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

goonerno.1: She said yes?

y/n: yep!

mccard: Ayyyy well done!

beffy: Go on Cherry! Knew you could do it!

thegoat: well done kid! x

y/n: so, who wants to help us move Kyra's stuff?

mccard has left the chat

goonerno.1 has left the chat

beffy has left the chat

thegoat has left the chat

y/n: fuckers.

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END

A very much requested and happy to be written Cherry Part Two

lotta love xx

[pinkyqil]

I’ve got an angsty request. Reader plays for the lionesses and Arsenal, but is in a LDR with Lucy bronze. She starts getting worried about Lucy and Ona (even though nothing is happening) and starts having an affair with Leah. Everything comes to a head at a Lioness camp.

- How could you

Pairing: lucy bronze x reader x leah williamson

Warning : cheating,cursing, everything is fictional so it doesn't means that how the player's are.

A/n : hope you all enjoyed this fic took me while to complete as i went on a mini break from here but I'm back and shall be posting little by little and remember don't cheat and always communicate in your relationship

You wouldn't call yourself an insecure person until recently after seeing different post about lucy and ona where fans come up with conspiracy theories that the two are dating.

It went from blurry pictures of different angles to actually videos of them looking a little more than friends.

You didn't want to worry lucy with your dumb thoughts even though every time you two would get on call your mind could only focus on the videos circulating online.

Lucy had noticed a change in your behavior and thought nothing of it even though it was strange for her to see you both had been in a long distance relationship for two years.

Lucy had plan to surprise you with some good news that she would be transferring to the wsl so that you two would be closer and she had been playing to propose with the help of your England teammates.

But fate wasn't on either of your sides.

Nothing was meant to happen when your arsenal teammates invited you out to cheer you up.

But one drink turned into two slowly. You found your intoxicated and venting to leah who sat right next to you, and all of a sudden, you found yourself facing her, but this time around your lips where on hers.

Waking up with no clue of what happened but a leah williamson right next to you and your clothes on the floor made you remember that night.

You felt awful not only did cheat on your girlfriend but slept with your england captain someone who is close not only to you but also to lucy.

You knew you couldn't stay at Leah's place any longer especially with the guilt that was eating you up.

You got up and started putting on your clothes when all of a sudden you felt a pair of hands grabbing yours.

Leah, who had woken up from the sudden noise that came from you scrambling through the clothes that were on the floor

"Please stay."You heard heard leah say

"For one, you of all people know that I can't stay, plus this was never meant to happen leah."

"That wasn't what you we're telling me last night."she said

"Last Night Was Never Meant To Fucking Happen Why Can't You Get It". You yelled straight at her face.

Not wanting to deal with leah anymore, you hurried grabbing anything of yours that you could get.

You thought that would be the last time you would find yourself in leahs arms.

but you were very wrong anytime you would see a lucy and ona post on your timeline, something inside you broke each time and leah was the only person you could confined in and it would lead to your sudden affairs.

You were able to keep up with lies. Both women

Leah had convinced you to try and break up with lucy, but you simply couldn't get your heart to do it every time you ended up on the phone with her. Your heart felt heavy.

You knew you couldn't keep up your affair that you were having with leah, so you decided to end it all.

Safe to say even though she didn't want to but had no choice.

Guilt was eating you alive at camp you didn't know how you managed to operate with those two around you all day.

Your teammates noticed the tension that was between you three but couldn't say a thing as everything seemed normal.

You decided to come clean with lucy after the macht against Sweden, but things went south.

Everyone was excited after england had managed to qualify for the euros once again. You saw lucy heading inside the changing room as your other teammates were celebrating with joy. You decided to seize the moment and come front to her.

Lauren had given lucy a thumb up as she saw you both heading inside together. She was one other few teammates that lucy had told about her plans

"Lucy, we need talk."You told her as you enter the changing room with her.

"We do. How about you go first? Mine can definitely wait." She said

"Please don't get mad and raise your voice after what I say". You told her

"And why would I it not like you cheated on me or anything like that. Immediately after, she said that you went silent and couldn't face your head to hers.

"You didn't, right?".

"Lucy, I'm sorry. I really I'm it was never meant to happe-. Before you could finish your sentence, Leah's voice had intruppeted yours as she had opened the door yelling right at you.

"For fucksake y/n why can't you be honest, you tell lucy one thing and me lies to me."

"You Cheated On Lucy With Leah." This time, it was Lauren voices that were heard.

causing your teammates to start coming around lucy. couldn't believe all the things she was hearing, hoping that it was all some type of silly prank being played on her instead of this cruel joke.

It took a few staff members to be able to control the situation that was happening, but nonetheless tears was shedding that evening.

You thanked the gods that today was the last game before breaks where starting.

You had tried talking to lucy, but it was no use as a few of your teammates had stopped you from talking to her, which you understood as lucy was someone everyone admired.

Feeling awful about everything you knew you had one other things to do.

You called your manager to letting them know not to accept the new contract arsenal had offered as you were looking to play far away from England and the wsl.

[williamsonarssnal]

BEAUTIFUL CRIME | LW

BEAUTIFUL CRIME ⸻ persephone! leah williamson x hades! leitor.

Warning: Based on fictional books about Greek mythology, alternate universe - modern, Reader and Leah are soccer players, Reader is a female version of Hades, Leah doesn't remember her past life but Reader does. English is not my first language!

Y/N, since she was a little girl, was an ordinary girl in a small town. Her days were filled with school, friends, family, and above all, a passion for football. The ball was her inseparable companion, and the field, her stage. She dreamed of becoming a professional player, and at the age of 18, her dream opportunity came true: a spot on Chelsea, one of England's biggest clubs.

However, the fulfillment of this dream was accompanied by strange events. Vivid and recurring dreams transported her to an ancient world of gods and mythology. In these dreams, she was Hades, the Greek god of the Underworld, and lived a forbidden love story with Persephone, the goddess of spring.

The images were so real that Y/N felt the emotions of the characters as if they were her own. Confused and scared, she decided to tell her parents about the dreams. They listened attentively, but as always, downplayed the situation, thinking it was just stress or anxiety from football.

Frustrated and without answers, Y/N also sought help from a psychologist. However, the professional didn't pay much attention to the dreams, classifying them as simple fantasies. Feeling lost and unsupported, Y/N decided to move on, focusing on football.

At Chelsea, she quickly became one of the most talented players on the team, earning the admiration of fans and teammates. Among them was Leah Williamson, the talented defender of Arsenal, Chelsea's rival. Leah was different from all the other women Y/N had ever met. There was something about her that inexplicably drew her in.

In one of the most important matches of the championship, Y/N found herself face to face with Leah. The tension was palpable, and in the heat of the moment, Y/N looked directly into the defender's blue eyes. At that moment, something extraordinary happened.

A surge of energy ran through Y/N's body, and she fainted on the field. When she woke up in the hospital, everything was different. The memories of the dreams were mixed with reality, and Y/N finally understood the truth: she was not just Y/N, the football player. She was Hades, the god of the Underworld, and Leah Williamson was Persephone, his beloved goddess of spring.

The locker room buzzed with post-game chatter, the air thick with the mingled scents of sweat, adrenaline, and victory. Y/N, still basking in the glow of a hard-fought win, found their gaze drawn to Leah Williamson, the Arsenal defender who had been their nemesis on the pitch.

Leah stood out from the crowd, her presence both imposing and enigmatic. Her fiery blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that was both striking and serene. Y/N couldn't help but admire the way Leah carried herself, with an air of quiet confidence that radiated power.

When their eyes met, Y/N felt a familiar jolt of electricity surge through their veins. The same spark that had ignited during their previous encounter on the field now flickered between them, creating an undeniable connection.

Y/N's heart pounded in their chest as they approached Leah, their mind racing with a thousand unspoken words. They wanted to tell Leah about the dreams, about the strange and undeniable feelings that were churning inside them. But they hesitated, unsure of how Leah would react.

Leah's gaze softened as Y/N drew closer, her lips curving into a playful smile. "Well, well, if it isn't Chelsea's underworld Hades," she teased, her voice laced with amusement.

Y/N's cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and delight. "I'm not Hades," they protested weakly.

Leah's laughter echoed through the locker room, attracting curious glances from their teammates. "Oh, come on, Y/N," she said, shaking her head. "You're as dark and mysterious as the Underworld itself."

Y/N couldn't help but smile back at Leah, their heart fluttering with a new sense of lightness. Leah's playful banter was disarming, a welcome contrast to the intensity of their rivalry on the field.

"And you," Y/N replied, their voice gaining confidence, "are as radiant as the spring sun itself."

Leah's smile widened and her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Well, I do have a soft spot for flowers," she admitted.

Y/N felt a surge of hope. Could this be a sign? Could Leah be open to more than just a friendly rivalry?

Before Y/N could respond, a teammate called out, interrupting their conversation. The locker room emptied as the players headed for the showers and changing rooms, leaving Y/N and Leah alone.

The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words and possibilities. Y/N took a deep breath, their heart pounding in their chest. This was it. The moment to take a chance, to step out of the shadows and into the unknown.

"Leah," Y/N began, their voice trembling slightly. "I..."

Leah's eyes met theirs, a flicker of curiosity dancing in their depths. "Yes?" she prompted, her voice soft and inviting.

Y/N took another deep breath, steeling their nerves. "I want to take you out," they blurted out, their words tumbling over each other.

Leah's eyes widened in surprise, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Really?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.

Y/N nodded, their heart pounding in their chest. "I mean it," they said, their voice gaining strength. "I've never felt this way about anyone before."

Leah's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with a newfound warmth. "Well, I've never been asked out by a Hades before," she said, her voice teasing. "But I think I might be able to make an exception."

Y/N's heart soared as a wave of relief and joy washed over them. They had done it. They had taken the chance, and it had paid off.

As they walked out of the locker room together, Y/N couldn't help but grin. The future was uncertain, but one thing was for sure: it was going to be an exciting ride.

Y/N looked at Leah, her heart pounding in her chest. "Leah," she began, her voice barely a whisper, "I...".

Leah's eyes met hers, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to fade away. Y/N felt a connection with Leah that went beyond words, a bond that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

But just as Y/N was about to pour out her heart, Leah's expression changed. A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes, and she leaned in close, whispering in Y/N's ear.

"Maybe another time, Hades," she said, her voice laced with promise. "But for now, let's keep this between us."

With that, Leah turned and walked away, leaving Y/N standing there, her heart pounding with a mix of confusion and excitement. What was Leah trying to say? What did she mean by "another time"?

Y/N was left with more questions than answers, but one thing was for sure: her feelings for Leah were more undeniable than ever. And she knew she would do whatever it took to win Leah's heart, even if it meant facing the gods themselves.

[wososcripts]

Eyes Don't Lie 18+

Stina Blackstenius x Reader

A/N: Everything I write is completely fictional and not representative of any player's real personal life! All is created in good fun for entertainment. I hope someone enjoys this because I certainly had fun writing it lol

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings ⚠️ : smut, like a lot of it.

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There was nothing more attractive than seeing your girlfriend shoot the ball perfectly into the top bin, scoring the winning goal for Arsenal. And there was nothing more magnetic than being the one who slotted the ball perfectly towards her, setting her up. The seamlessness with which the two of you worked together on the pitch was something for the papers. Whenever you both appeared it meant trouble—without seeing her you seemed to always know where she was, where to pass to her, if she needed you to dribble out or go wide. You felt as though you might be able to read her thoughts.

Her face was split in a wide grin, arms open wide as she ran from the goal towards the stands. Katie came to pat her cheeks and congratulate her, Caitlin not far behind. You rushed over from across the pitch and she flung her arms open, catching your weight easily and holding you as the rest of the team piled around her. Your arm was wrapped around her shoulders as you looked towards the stands and cheered, feeding off the screams of the fans.

Eventually she let you down and you all began filtering off the pitch—you headed over to sign some shirts and take a few selfies with a group of young girls you had spotted earlier. At one point you caught Stina's eye as she was in the middle of a conversation with a girl about ten who was excitedly gushing to your girlfriend. Stina's face was warm, open, kind. You felt an intense affection bloom in your chest. How lucky were you?

You heard the girls in front of you squeal excitedly and you felt Katie put a hand on your shoulder. Her sly grin was flashed your way as you quickly diverted your eyes from Stina.

"Nice assist there," Katie murmured, signing a few autographs herself before the two of you started back to the tunnel. "And your ankle?"

A few months ago you'd been playing Man City, rushing up the right side waiting to pass to Caitlin so she could score when a defender slid through your feet messily, catching your ankle underneath her and fracturing it. You remember the pain, the way the ground rushed towards you and the defender's face as she popped up, terrified both by the crunch you had heard and by Katie heading towards her with red in her eyes. Stina had rushed over immediately, tears in her eyes as you cried out in agony. Her hand had gripped yours tightly as the medics examined you, her biting her lip in an attempt to keep the tears at bay. When the defender had come over to apologize (somehow surviving Katie) Stina's gentle demeanor vanished and she snapped at her to get away. You were out for two months, two miserable months only aided by the blonde's presence by your side.

"All good. Not even a little sore." You smiled at her, touched by how she continued to check up on you. Katie was one of your best mates on the team and had been since your first few days here. She had made you feel at home in London, and you enjoyed her teasing almost as much as her sweet side. She slung an arm across your shoulders again, jostling you playfully.

The two of you showered and began to get changed along with the rest of the girls in the locker room. You and Katie continued to shoot shit about the game and a few other subjects before Stina wandered in. Her eyes were immediately on you as you slid a sweater over your slightly damp skin. It was hers, technically, as was evident by the fact that you had to roll the sleeves up to even let your hands poke through. You typically styled yourself in oversized tops so it might not be obvious to most that it was hers—but she knew immediately. You had taken it last time you were at her place, trying to enjoy having her scent on you as long as possible.

You heard Katie snicker behind you. Stina seemed to snap out of it and moved to the showers herself. Once she was gone you shoved Katie's shoulder.

"Fuck off," you rolled your eyes.

She continued to laugh.

"Don't forget to congratulate Stenius on her goal tonight."

You flipped her off and grabbed your bag, sending Stina a text that you would be in the car waiting for her. Nobody questioned the fact that you drove her from practice fairly often. She wasn't used to driving on the left side of the road yet and she lived on the way back to your place. You hadn't told the team you were together yet. Something about keeping it secret made it feel more sacred. It was just for the two of you (and Katie, who had figured it out immediately when Stina could barely get through a night next to you on the couch at team movie nights.)

Veen kept you company in the lot until Stina showed up fifteen minutes later. The only other German speaker on the team, it was always nice to chat with her and get a break from the constant English. No matter how used you were to speaking it at this point, slipping back into German felt like being home. That was part of the reason you were trying to learn some Swedish—you wanted to understand the language Stina thought, dreamed, and grew up in.

"Fährst du über Weihnachten zurück nach Deutschland?" She asked.

"Bin ich nicht so sicher," you had wondered if Stina would ask you to join her in going to Sweden for Christmas, but you didn't want to push her. "Wahrscheinlich."

You spotted Stina coming out of the facilities and raised your hand to wave so she could see where you were.

"Oder Schweden?" Veen said under her breath, trying not to laugh.

"Was bedeutet das denn?"

"Deine Augen lügen nicht. Tschüss!" She bid you goodbye, leaving you to wonder if you were really so obvious every time you looked at Stina. Did your whole team think you were fawning helplessly over her?

Stina waved goodbye to Veen as she approached you, pulling you into a hug.

"That was a great goal" you complimented her.

"And a great assist," she blushed, "sorry I'm late, I had to do a few short press things."

You waved her off, gesturing for her to get in the car. Once you were inside she laced your fingers together.

"Leah said the girls are going out to celebrate the win tonight, do you want to go?"

"Sure, for a bit. If that works for you?"

Stina was looking at you intensely, her eyes on your lips. She nodded wordlessly.

"I want to kiss you."

You pressed a kiss to her knuckles, licking the skin there as you pulled back.

"Yuck!" Stina wiped her hand on your jeans, rolling her eyes at you. "You look good in my sweater… I —" she cut herself off.

You were accustomed to the electricity after the two of you played well together. But today Stina seemed particularly ready to have you. You put the car in drive and left the parking lot, pulling her in for a kiss the minute you could.

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The bar was bustling already at ten when you showed up. Stina had said she would meet you there since it was right by the tube station and parking would be hell anyway. You'd still driven, not wanting to deal with worrying about catching it on the way back. And parking was hell, as usual in London, but eventually you'd found a spot on the street.

Leah greeted you as you walked in, congratulating you again on your performance. The rest of the girls were gathered around a few tables, the alcohol already flowing for some of them. You didn't drink much, particularly not during the season. But it was officially winter break, so you figured one glass couldn't hurt. Leah handed you a beer and toasted to your "magical" left foot.

"Stina's here by the way, she's just getting us a few more drinks." Leah practically yelled into your ear.

You didn't even have time to ask her why she assumed you were looking for Stina before Katie swept in.

"Finally, the German drinking some beer! I was beginning to think maybe it was a fake accent this whole time."

"It's as real as that English you supposedly speak." You teased back.

"Oi, if it weren't for this lot and their silly language," she pointed towards Leah, "I'd be speaking Irish right now."

The three of you continued to bicker until Leah was dragged away by Lia and you finally caught a glimpse of Stina. She looked stunning in her short sleeved sweater and a pair of tight jeans.

"Don't forget to breathe." Katie flicked your temple. "You look fit too." She assured you, capturing the belt loop of your slacks and spinning you. "I'm sure she's just dying to get a piece of that."

"You are a menace, Katie."

You felt Stina's hand at your waist. She was more bold with Katie around—possibly a mixture of security because Katie already knew about the two of you, and a bit of jealousy at how easily Katie touched you.

"Hi." She said practically into your ear. Her breath tickled your skin.

"Hey." You mumbled back, covering her hand at your waist and keeping it there.

Katie took her cue to wander off, leaving you two.

"Do you want to dance?" Stina asked.

"I think I'll say hi to everyone first, give me 15 minutes?" You met her eyes and had to hold back the urge to kiss her. It was an occupational hazard at this point.

The dance floor was big enough that nobody was packed together, something you appreciated. Leah knew all of the best bars in town, and you trusted her judgment implicitly for reasons like this. Stina was behind you, her arm slung across your chest so that her hand rested on the opposite shoulder. You were more of a dancer than she was, but the two of you swayed to the beat just fine. It was mostly Latin music that they played here which suited you just fine. You weren't really listening to it much anyway with Stina's warmth against your back.

"Hey! Stina you've got to share!" Katie called, "just give me one dance?"

Stina shrugged, releasing you to Katie. You knew she would rather have kept you to herself, so you turned around and blew her a kiss promising to be right back.

Katie could dance surprisingly well, though you supposed most people wouldn't have pegged you for a dancer either. Después de la Playa by Bad Bunny came on and Katie began twirling you around, the two of you doing your best to keep up fluidly with the music. You distantly heard a whistle from someone, you figured Beth.

Katie spun you in her arms, pulling you back into her chest as the song drew to a close. You were breathing heavily because of the combination of the exertion and the stale, sweaty air in the bar. You could feel Katie's heart pounding in her chest too.

"She gets pouty when she's jealous."

You looked to the side of the dance floor where you'd left Stina to find her chatting with Lia, throwing glances your way every few seconds. Katie was right, she looked a bit like a child that had had its candy taken from them.

"Go back over there and kiss it better." Katie made obnoxious kissing noises in your ear and unwrapped her arms from around you.

You gave her a playful shove and turned to go back to Stina. She was staring dead at you, the conversation with Lia abandoned. You admired the curve of her lips as she smiled at you, stretching a hand out for you to take.

"You've got to teach me to dance like that." She said, the smile still not gone from her lips. "You looked gorgeous." The last part she whispered into your ear, leaning down to do so. Her hand remained entwined with yours. Nobody was looking, but you were still surprised how open she was being. You knew she hadn't been drinking much—drunk Stina was an entirely different beast.

"I need to get a bit of fresh air."

You said it to Stina, then signaled to Katie that you were going outside. It was a rule that nobody left without telling the rest of the group they were going to do so. You all kept an eye on each other.

The London air slapped you in the face as you opened the door to the street. It was cold, snow coated the ground in a thin sheet that promised ice underneath it. Stina had been smart enough to grab her jacket before heading out, but you were here in just your turtleneck. A few people were smoking at the opposite corner of the building, all huddled around a lighter. The bouncer sat bored on his chair. Cars raced by and a few people strolled along the street. It was late, at least past midnight. You tugged Stina to the more secluded alley to her left.

“Come here baby.” She whispered, wrapping her arms gently around your shoulders and pulling you under her coat.

This was her, mild mannered, quiet, calm. Your gentle giant. Stina was so sweet, so awkward at times that you couldn’t help but be endeared by her constantly. How could you not?

"Warmer?"

You nodded, moving in closer to her. She rubbed your back. Her heartbeat was steady underneath you.

When you pulled back slightly you could see the way her eyes were a few shades darker than normal, the way her breath came a bit quicker. This was her too—wanting and ready and dominant. Gentle still, but this too. You felt her hand move to your waist, tightening there slightly.

“What is it, Stina?” You asked coyly, kissing her chastely on the lips.

The other hand at your shoulder moved to the back of your neck, holding you possessively. The noise of the club filtered through your awareness briefly. Her fingers massaged your scalp, nails scratching lightly.

“Stina…” you trailed off, your head finding her shoulder. You could feel yourself beginning to flush, heat rushing down into your belly as she held you close. Images of her goal from earlier flashed through your mind. The cheering from the fans. How she caught you in her arms. The sheen of sweat on her brow as she smiled, high off of the adrenalin.

“I want you.” She murmured.

You groaned lowly. You did more than want her. You needed her, needed her hands all over you, her mouth as well. Needed the press of her skin against yours like a balm to burn.

One of her hands traveled under the shirt you had on, finding the plane of your stomach. Her hands were predictably cold and you shivered. You could see her grin.

“I need you, Stina.”

She brought your lips together again, pulling you flush against her.

“Let’s go.”

You expected to walk to the car, but were surprised by Stina lifting you up onto her hips, one arm under your ass as she nonchalantly walked to your car. For all of the teasing your height incurred, it was moments like these that you were thankful for the height difference between you and Stina. She could manhandle you as she liked with little to no issue. And you had no problem letting her.

Your head fit into the crook of her neck and you spent your time placing small kisses and nips there. Stina's grip on you tightened until you thought you might have fingerprints on your skin.

You were at the car before you would've liked. The air sliced you raw as you pulled away from her. You had half the mind to pull her into the backseat and return to your spot on her lap. You imagined how the car would fog in the frigid winter air. How Stina's breath would sound in your ear, the mouth at your breast, fingers at your core, dancing up your wet thighs and dipping inside of you. And how Stina would look up at you, eyes dark. How she'd tell you how beautiful you looked, how much she wanted you. What her face would look like when you said you needed her inside of you. For all the poise she had, some things would make even her composure crack.

"Come on älskling," she opened your door and ushered you in.

Her hand found your thigh once she was in the passenger seat next to you. You enjoyed the weight of it there. It never once moved, Stina was too careful to distract you now, but its firm touch still had your belly alight.

Your phone buzzed in the cup holder between the two of you. You met Stina's eyes and nodded that she could check—at this time of night only certain contacts passed your do not disturb.

"It's a message from Katie."

Whatever it was, Katie was surely taking the piss out of you. Often she sent you the most unattractive pictures of you during the game, mid kick or otherwise.

Stina held the phone up for you to look at once you stopped at a red. It was a photo of you someone had snapped after the game while you were glancing at Stina with the fans. In the photo it wasn't clear what you were looking at, but the look on your face could be described only as adoration. Underneath the picture Katie had written "Stina is a lucky bastard" And a few moments later continued with, "be careful with the staring though, too long and it might stick."

You chuckled, fixing your eyes back on the road with an exasperated smile. Stina remained quiet beside you. You gave her a quick look when she didn't say anything.

"Everything all right?"

She nodded, flashing a quick smile but still you knew something was off.

"I didn't realize that's how you looked at me… of course I saw it but I didn't really think about it until now."

You weren't sure what she meant, and it worried you a bit. Had you done something wrong or freaked her out?

"Can you pull over?" Stina asked once you had come to a quieter street.

You quirked an eyebrow at her but nodded. Once the car was in neutral on the shoulder she lunged for you, pulling you into a heated kiss. Her hand moved to the inside of your thigh, curling around it possessively. Her lips were firm and soft and her tongue was insistent.

"Jag älskar dig." She whispered.

You looked at her with wide eyes.

"Really?"

She nodded, kissing you again.

"Jag älskar dig."

"Jag med. Ich liebe dich, Stina."

She kissed you once more, then sat back in her seat and left your swollen lips alone. A moment later she erupted into giggles. A hand reached out to stroke your face.

"I love you… it's nice to say." She gave you a smile that melted your heart. Her hand cupped your cheek and she spoke again.

"We need to get home so I can fuck you."

You shivered, putting the car in drive.

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You reached your apartment ten minutes later. Each second that ticked by had the anticipation in your chest rising. You could hardly look at Stina for fear you would give up and park the car somewhere and beg her to fuck you there. She loved you. Of course she did, Katie would say. Everything she did showed it. But now the words were in the open. You felt as though your chest might burst.

The hand at your thigh continued to rest firmly there, its presence keeping you from rubbing your thighs together to alleviate some of the ache between them. Stina was sly, you knew. Her sweetness didn’t make her any less of a tease when she wanted.

You practically sprinted up the steps to your place on the third floor, Stina not far behind you. Once you nearly stumbled and her hands shot out to steady you, the grip on your waist burning your skin.

“Careful, söta. No need to rush.”

You slowed a bit after that, slotting the key into your lock as best you could with Stina’s hand on your back as you did so. You hadn’t felt this turned on, maybe ever. And Stina hadn’t even touched you.

Once the door was shut behind the two of you and you were finally alone, secluded from the prying eyes and teasing remarks from others, you felt almost overwhelmed with freedom. Stina clearly didn’t feel the same and knew exactly what she wanted. She pushed you back against the door, one of her hands cradling the back of your head so it didn’t hit the wood, and kissed you. This was much slower and more passionate than any of the kisses you had shared thus far—she took her time exploring your mouth and sucking on your bottom lip before moving to your neck.

“Stina—” you groaned, pressing your hips up into her.

She responded by grabbing your thighs and lifting them up so you could link your ankles behind her back. She put a hand on the door next to your head, holding you up easily while continuing to kiss you.

"You feel so good…" you murmured when she moved her lips to your neck.

You could feel her smile into your skin. You slid your hands under her sweater, running your hands along the muscles that flexed under her skin. She was gorgeous, and you could hardly believe this was actually happening. Even after nearly a year together.

You felt yourself be lifted off of the door. Stina continued to suck at your neck as she carried you to the bedroom—only pausing to push open the door and shut it behind her. Then you were both on the bed, scrambling to get each other's clothes off as fast as possible.

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Through the haze of your own lust you felt Stina grind against the thigh you had slotted in between her legs. Your hands were at her breasts, rolling one nipple harshly as you massaged the other. Your own chest already bore the marks of Stina's mouth, small bite marks adorning your skin where she just couldn’t help herself earlier. All the focus so far had been on you, until now. Stina seemed determined that you were going to cum first. But you'd managed to slow her down long enough to get your turn for a moment.

Your belly burned as you kissed at her skin, still in awe of her all these months later. Her body was perfect. You sucked a bruise into the underside of her breast, soothing it with your tongue after. She had her eyes squeezed shut, mouth slightly open. All of the sudden it didn’t matter how turned on you were, it could wait.

You put a hand on her chest, drawing her attention back to you.

“Let me up.”

Stina immediately moved back, worry present on her face.

“No, no, nothing like that—” you followed her with a hand pressed against her cheek. She was so afraid of hurting you, always had been. Even more so since your injury. “I want to touch you first.”

Her face went red and her mouth opened in protest, but you hushed her before she could say anything.

“I want my mouth on you. Then you can do whatever you want.”

Stina swallowed harshly and nodded, leaning back on her elbows. You took a second just to look at her, how beautiful she was. Her abs tensed as you traced a line down from her neck to her pelvis, seeking out that shiver of anticipation. You spread her legs, slotting in between them so you could kiss her stomach.

“You’re so gorgeous. You can’t be real.”

You could hear her whimper. She was always a sucker for praise, something you used to your full advantage.

"You smell so good," you kissed up her thigh, "taste so good…" and with that you licked up the length of her, feeling her hands go immediately to your hair.

"Ich liebe dich," you mumbled into her skin as you took a breath. She was already on the edge even though you had hardly the time to work her up. Her thighs trembled under your lips.

"I love you too," she replied, bringing a hand from your hair to your lips to trace them. You pressed a kiss to her palm, taking one of her fingers into your mouth as your hand slipped down to tease her. She groaned, her eyes rolling upwards. With a gentle bite you pulled your mouth away and returned to her cunt.

Not long after, with two of your fingers inside of her, she clenched and came all over your hand. You kissed her belly and worked her down slowly, still drawing lazy circles around her clit until she ushered you upwards into a kiss. She moaned at the taste of herself on your lips.

The hand that you had resting on her thigh moved closer to her center again, slowly, so Stina had the chance to push it away if she wanted. Usually the two of you could go quite a while, certainly longer than one round. But still, you were careful. You could hear Stina's breath pick up again as she panted next to your ear, the kiss abandoned. Your fingers swiped through her already sensitive folds and pressed lightly on her clit, making her hips jump.

"Älskling—" she groaned.

You didn't waste time teasing her further. She was hypersensitive from her previous orgasm and all it took were a few firm circles around her clit for her to be gripping your shoulder with her lip between her teeth. You leaned down to kiss her again, sure she would worry her lip raw if you let her.

Two more passes of your fingers and she clamped her thighs around your hand, the second orgasm rushing through her.

"Jesus…" she muttered, laying one hand over her eyes as she let out a small laugh. "Hon kommer att döda mig."

You brought your fingers to your mouth, sucking them clean before resting next to Stina. Your head lay on her chest, listening to her heart.

"förhoppningsvis inte," you replied, kissing her chest sweetly.

She looked down at you a bit confused.

"Du förstår mig?"

You nodded, pressing a kiss to her lips.

"How?"

"Amanda's been helping me. Surprise." You smiled.

Stina seemed shocked, and you couldn't help but giggle. Suddenly she grabbed your face and kissed you roughly, pulling away and placing your foreheads together.

"You're amazing. How did I get so lucky?"

You shrugged, pulling her back in for another kiss. You felt one of her hands travel to your ass. Stina palmed at the muscle there and you hooked a leg over her waist to get a bit more friction. Your arousal—which had been at the back of your mind as you focused on Stina's pleasure, made itself known once more.

You couldn't help but grind down on Stina's hip bone below you, nearly crying out at the relief it provided you. Suddenly it seemed you might die if you didn't get Stina's hands on you. You felt frantic.

"Stina, please." You begged, rolling your hips once more.

Stina herself seemed in awe of how needy you were. She shushed you gently, running her hands soothingly through your hair. She could surely feel how wet you were, it was smeared over her abdomen and painted your thighs. All because of her.

"I've got you baby." She assured, pulling herself up into a seated position with you on her lap. You were once more reminded of the game, being wrapped in her strong arms as the two of you soaked in the roars of the crowd. This was better than that by a mile. You'd give up the sport every time where Stina was concerned.

"I don't think I can take it." You didn't think you were making much sense anymore, your head foggy as Stina kissed your breasts. All you knew was you needed her, needed more, an impossible amount.

Stina sucked harshly on one of your nipples, her hands guiding you hips downward on one of her thighs. She flexed it, and you moaned. You could cum like this. You would.

At some point during your orgasm, Stina pulled away from your chest and wrapped her arms around you. She held you like that, whispering things you couldn't understand in your ear, as you rode through one of the most intense orgasms you'd ever had.

"That was…" Stina trailed off, her face blushing bright red.

You weren't sure what to say. The heat remained simmering lowly in your belly, your heart beating rapidly. Stina’s hands had found your waist again, rubbing gentle circles there.

"Do you need more?" She asked, a bit of pride hidden in her voice.

You nodded. You weren't sure you could form a sentence in English.

The hand at your waist moved to your center, swiping through the wetness there. Stina looked up at you once more, her eyes diverting from where they'd been intensely watching her fingers. Her usual bright blue was darkened to a color that reminded you of the sea near where you grew up. You wanted to tell her but weren't sure how. All you could do was hold on for dear life as you were thrown back into the waves.

"Lie down." Stina said, helping you lie back against the pillows. "I'm going to eat you out."

Hearing her say it so plainly somehow made it even hotter. And the view of her face between your thighs… you maintained eye contact as she lowered her head, diverting her mouth at the last second to suck at the skin of your thighs. She bit down, not hard enough to hurt but enough to sting. Surely a bruise would greet you tomorrow morning.

"Stina…" you begged.

Finally, after giving you a hickey on the other thigh, she pulled your clit into her mouth and sucked. Thankfully she had the foresight to hold your hips down as you had no control over how they bucked up.

She spread you open and took you apart, exploring you with her tongue, her fingers, until you thought you might really lose your mind.

"Jag älskar dig" she whispered one last time before setting a punishing pace against you. Next time you'd ask her if she wanted to try the strap, the image of her strong abs pushing inside of you painted behind your eyelids. You were begging in German now, any and all chance of your translating gone. A moment later, the rubber band inside you snapped.

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Stina's arm was slung across your waist as she held you close to her chest. Both of your breaths had settled, and the mood had calmed. She was laying on her back, you played with the ends of her hair mindlessly, not thinking about much besides how happy you were.

"I wanted to ask you something." Stina said quietly, and you tilted your head to look up at her.

"What is it?"

Her bashfulness was back, and the beginnings of an embarrassed smile started on her face.

"Would you want to come to Sweden and be with my family for Christmas?"

After a beat she looked down at you, waiting for your answer. But you didn't need to say anything—it was all in your eyes.

"Of course."

[summer-princess]

Part of the Game (Alessia Russo x Leah Williamson)

Summary: Alessia's return to Manchester doesn't quite go to plan. In the aftermath, Leah takes her mind off of things.

Originally posted on my ao3 in October after *that * match, but I decided (for reasons unknown) to start posting some of my stuff here!

Disclaimer: obviously fiction

🔞 minors dni

Alessia was trying not to take it too personally.

It was just part of the game, she told herself. Just part of the game.

But that didn't make it any easier to hear the jeers and the insults from the same fans who were, this time last year, cheering her on.

Her former teammates had been beyond kind, and some of them had even approached her at halftime with frantic apologies on behalf of their fans. Ella had glared daggers at the section of the stands where the loudest jeers were coming from, and the sight of her best friend poised on the edge of violence on her behalf had, admittedly, cheered Alessia a bit. But now that she was back at the team hotel, the blonde forward couldn't stop hearing the fans' cruel chants echoing in her ears, over and over again.

With nothing to distract her from it, the roaring of the crowd brought an unwelcome moisture to Alessia's eyes and, wiping angrily at any stray tear that dared to attempt an escape, she resolved to settle in for the night. She would return to London in the morning and put this behind her.

Just as she was about to pull the covers over herself and start trying to get to sleep, a gentle knock at her door forced the Arsenal forward to rise from her bed. One hand still tucked in the front pocket of her sweatshirt, Alessia swung the door open to reveal her guest.

Leah hadn't traveled with the team, but she had made her way to Manchester to attend the match. While Beth was on the brink of her return, the same couldn't be said for her national teammate- Leah was still a good way off stepping back on the pitch for a competitive match, but just having the England captain around the squad brought a significant boost in morale.

Alessia wished that she didn't know why Leah was here, though, at her door. The older woman took one look at the former United player's red-rimmed eyes and, suspicions confirmed, gently nudged her way past her teammate and into Alessia's room, laying a hand on the younger's shoulder and rubbing it gently.

"Hi, Leah," whispered Alessia, immediately cursing herself for how small her voice sounded and hoping that Leah hadn't noticed the little tremble of her lower lip.

That proved to be a futile hope as Leah sat down on Alessia's bed, opening her arms for her national teammate. Joining England's captain on the mattress, Alessia allowed herself to be pulled into Leah's side. The little kiss pressed to the side of her head didn't surprise her as much as it once might have- since signing for Arsenal, the blonde forward had quickly become acquainted with the vast amount of physical affection shown between teammates, with random hugs from behind and lingering touches relatively constant. Besides, even though she was somewhat reluctant to admit it to herself, the merest brush of Leah's lips against her skin was enough to send a warm shiver through her whole body.

"I'm so sorry they treated you like that, Alessia. You didn't deserve any of that."

Alessia shrugged, shuffling closer to the older woman. Leah's words didn't erase the ache, but they did plaster over the worst of the cracks. Even though Leah was only two years older than she was, the defender somehow seemed far beyond her years, her soft comfort exactly what Alessia needed.

"Thanks, Leah," whispered Alessia, leaning into the feeling of Leah's hand gently rubbing her back.

Leah's back was pressed against the pillows of Alessia's bed, the younger woman tucked into her side, half-seated but just one motion away from being flat on her back. The older woman's lithe hand came up to brush a stray tear away and, as she did, her eyes locked on Alessia's watery ones. Something flashed across Leah's face, something that Alessia couldn't quite read. Whatever it was made Leah take her own bottom lip between her teeth and bite at it gently, gaze raking up and down the teammate in her arms.

Slowly, she leaned down, closer, and Alessia's breath froze in her lungs. If she didn't know any better, she would say that the way Leah's mouth opened indicated something like desire. But that was impossible- here she was, jumping to ridiculous and fantastical conclusions as her teammate was only trying to comfort.

Right?

The blonde defender's thin fingers traced up her cheeks, stroking the bones there, searching for something in Alessia's face as the younger woman stared back, wide-eyed.

Leah's face was less than an inch from her own, gazing into Alessia's astonished eyes as the younger woman's cheeks flushed, quite unable to believe that this was actually happening, that what she instinctively knew that Leah was thinking was what was truly running through the older woman's mind. There was no way, no way this was real.

But it was- once a little nod from Alessia at the older woman's raised eyebrow established her consent, Leah was leaning down and pressing her lips to Alessia's. The kiss was gentle at first, the blonde defender's mouth taking control of the embrace as she explored Alessia's mouth with her own.

The coil in Alessia's stomach, the muted desire she always felt whenever Leah was this close, tightened, causing her to press her thighs together without a thought. Leah spotted the movement with ease, even through the kiss, and Alessia could feel how the older woman's lips parted in an eager grin. Hands wandering as she continued to kiss Alessia, Leah sought out the waistband of the younger woman's shorts.

“Oh, sweetheart,” said Leah, cradling the younger blonde against her chest as her fingers slipped down the front of Alessia’s bottoms, splaying against her lower tummy as she awaited permission to take things further.

“Let me take your mind off everything?”

Alessia let out a low whine, nodding and melting into her captain's touch. She could feel Leah's confident smirk as the defender tilted her younger teammate's head up, pressing another kiss to her lips, still slightly parted from where Leah's mouth first made contact. Still gentle, Leah's lips were nevertheless insistent, leaving no question as to who was controlling the kiss.

Not that Alessia minded, of course.

Especially when Leah's fingers breached the barrier of her panties, a single finger sliding through the gathered desire at her entrance. A second finger brushed against Alessia's clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves responding immediately to her touch.

"Oh, Lessi," cooed Leah, trying and failing to conceal the way her voice dropped, breath catching in her throat, suddenly very dry.

"Is this all for me?

Alessia nodded, and the older blonde leaned down to give her another kiss, even as she wetted the tips of her fingers with the forward's own arousal, bringing them up to stroke firmly at her swollen clit. The bundle of nerves sang under her touch, the pads of Leah's fingers rubbing firmly at the sensitive spot and forcing Alessia's eyes closed for a moment as she acclimated to the pleasure of fingers that weren't her own.

“Leah,” whined Alessia, rocking her hips into the defender’s touch. Leah's fingers were long and slender, pressed together as they drew circles around her teammate's swollen clit. Alessia's teeth came down to bite her lower lip, trying to disguise the moans that Leah was extracting from her with borderline humiliating ease. Her cunt clenched around nothing, pleading for more in a way that her voice couldn't.

The fabric of Alessia's bottoms hampering her fingers, Leah lifted them momentarily away from the forward's clit and, ignoring the younger woman's whine of protest at the loss of contact, yanked down her shorts and panties in one fluid motion.

Flushing scarlet, Alessia dared a glance up at her captain, a fresh wave of arousal gathering at her core when she saw how dark Leah's eyes had gotten, the older woman's intense gaze locked on the spot between her thighs. When she saw Alessia looking at her, Leah leaned down to give her another bruising kiss, using her own lips to pry Alessia's mouth open, devouring the younger woman.

"Fuck," Leah moaned into Alessia's mouth.

"Fuck, Lessi, baby, you're so beautiful."

The blush coating Alessia's cheeks deepened from pink to red, the forward feeling suddenly shy under Leah's scrutiny. Sure, this wasn't the first time that Leah had seen her body- they had been national teammates for years. But to have Leah see her like this, tank top askew and revealing the muscles of her strong stomach, bottoms discarded on the floor and no way to hide the pool of arousal that was growing bigger with every passing second, and find her beautiful... Alessia was fairly certain that she was going to die.

Leah's fingers quickly found a new pattern, the fingers which had just been stroking her clit gripping the nub gently and beginning to tug at it. With every fresh wave of sensation she provided to Alessia, Leah was rewarded with the forward's sinful noises in her ears. Alessia sounded like an absolute dream- the younger woman was so responsive, so wound up for her, and Leah's heart swelled unexpectedly at how right it felt to be the one inflicting this pleasure on her.

"Can I use my fingers on you, baby? Can I put them in?"

Alessia moaned her agreement at Leah's sudden request and was rewarded with a kiss to her neck, the older woman's lips crossing the sensitive skin, letting just the barest hint of teeth scrape across the forward's pulse point. Permission granted, Leah didn't need a second invitation as she stroked Alessia's soaking hole with one finger, the others continuing to work against the younger woman's clit. The younger blonde's copious arousal coated Leah's digit, tracing the warm and wet entrance of Alessia's perfect body.

Alessia whimpered as Leah let the single finger slip inside her soaking cunt. The digit, thoroughly coated, moistened by Alessia's own juices, slipped easily in, and the forward's eyes slammed shut as Leah pressed deeper inside her. It was only one finger, and not a very thick one, but the sensation of having her national team captain sliding inside of her, claiming her pussy with her gentle touch, was enough to make Alessia clench down around Leah as the older woman's thumb continued tracing unidentifiable patterns on her throbbing clit.

Leah waited a moment before giving into the instinct to move her finger, giving Alessia time to adjust to the welcome intrusion. Then, she began to thrust, curling her fingers to try and reach the places that would bring the forward the most pleasure.

"Such a good girl," cooed Leah as she fucked her younger teammate. "Doin' so good for me."

As soon as she was sure that she could take it without pain, Leah slipped a second finger into Alessia's soaking pussy, holding back a low moan of her own as the younger woman's velvety walls pulled her in. The forward was tight, tighter than she'd expected her to be even after the first finger, and so Leah waited until the younger woman shifted her hips, trying to get more friction, before she started moving her fingers gently in and out again. The gentle scrape of Leah's long digits against Alessia's walls made the forward whine loudly.

"Mmm," chuckled Leah. "You like my fingers inside of you, honey?"

Leah's voice was smooth and sinful as the younger woman's eyes slammed closed, head shaking rapidly up and down in confirmation of the rhetorical question. The nod wasn't enough for Leah, though, as she whispered into Alessia's ear.

"Words, gorgeous," she cooed, and the prolonged moan that the demand drew from Alessia's mouth was almost enough to make Leah abandon any plans she had to be gentle with the younger woman and throw Alessia's legs over her shoulders and fuck her, hard, until she passed out from the pleasure.

"Fuck, Lee," whined the blonde forward. "Please, it feels so good!"

"What feels so good, baby girl?"

"Your fingers," sobbed Alessia, shifting her hips to try and get Leah deeper inside of her. Her answer, barely coherent, drew a satisfied smile from the older woman as she increased her pace.

"That's it, honey. Opening up so perfectly for me.

"Eyes open, doll," said Leah, dripping confidence as she worked her two fingers in and out of Alessia's soaked pussy. She was almost tempted, based on how well Alessia's walls were stretching to accommodate the more than welcome intrusion, to try and add a third finger before shaking her head at the idea- the moment she did that, the poor girl wouldn't be able to hold back, if the way her cunt was clenching was any indication.

God, the way Alessia made her want to leave her better angels by the wayside...

"I want to see your face. Want to watch how well you take my fingers."

The effort seemed Herculean to Alessia as she forced her eyes back open, gaze quickly locking on Leah as the older woman concentrated wholly on her pleasure, on driving anything cruel or sad from Alessia's mind and replacing it with the ecstasy of her touch.

Meeting Leah's eyes with the older woman's fingers buried deep inside of her, taking her apart, brought Alessia to another level entirely. Seeing the refreshed tears at the corners of the forward's eyes, Leah had to bite back her own noises of arousal, muffling them with Alessia's lips.

"Don't care what anyone says," hummed Leah into Alessia's neck as her lips moved up and down, leaving little marks on the sensitive skin that Alessia hoped would remain in the morning, talented fingers continuing their welcome assault on the younger woman's soaking core.

"You're so good. So talented. So pretty and sensitive and perfect. My good girl."

As Leah spoke, her fingers curling into the sensitive spot that made the forward see stars, Alessia's mind was sinking deeper into a haze of pleasure, Leah's hands on her rendering any other concerns vacant. Nothing mattered but Leah, England's captain methodically taking her to pieces.

The way Leah's low voice strung her phrases together made her want to cry again. My good girl, Leah was calling her. She hadn't expected to love the sound of those three words as much as she did, hadn't expected the thought of being Leah's to draw a high-pitched breath from her throat, a noise that was quickly swallowed by Leah's mouth returning to claim her lips once again.

She could feel the coil tightening impossibly further, begging to snap. Before she even knew what was happening, Alessia found herself teetering on the edge of orgasm, Leah's expert fingers and sinful voice working her higher and higher, clouding her brain, mouth wide open as she moaned.

“Do you need to come, baby? Hm?”

Alessia nodded desperately into Leah’s neck, the thought of her upcoming orgasm at her captain's hands sending a fresh wave of pleasure through the younger Arsenal player's body.

"Please, Leah," she whined, too out of her mind with desire to care who might be able to hear her desperate begging through the walls. "Please, I need it!"

At the younger blonde's pleading request, Leah sped up her thrusts, curling her fingers into the sensitive muscle and massaging it mercilessly while her strong thumb pressed hard on Alessia's swollen bundle of nerves. The forward was senseless with pleasure, the need to come consuming her every thought.

"Oh, sweetheart," cooed Leah, voice saccharine and coaxing and straight out of Alessia's most private fantasies. "Come for me, Lessi. Let go. Come for me, be a good girl for me."

The older woman's long fingers continued their movement while her thumb rubbed steadily across her swollen clit. Hearing Alessia's desperate moans, Leah dragged her teeth across the sensitive skin of the forward's lower jaw, and that was the last little bit of contact that Alessia needed to crash over the edge of the cliff, every muscle contracting and releasing as her orgasm overtook her.

“There we go,” cooed Leah softly as Alessia flooded her fingers with her orgasm. Capturing her cries of pleasure with another kiss, Leah continued fucking her gently. The younger woman's nails dug into Leah's shoulder as she clung to the other blonde, small half-moon indents pressed into the silken skin grounding the former United player to the bed beneath them. Alessia's sweaty head fell back onto the pillow as she gasped, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure still wracking her body.

She wasn't quite sure how long her orgasm lasted, only that Leah's fingers never paused their movements, wringing every ounce of Alessia's climax from her tired muscles.

"So perfect," soothed Leah as the waves ebbed, catching a gasp with her lips.

It took Alessia a moment to come back to herself, certain that if she tried to stand on her wobbling legs, it would send her tumbling to the floor. Seeing the younger woman shudder, Leah couldn't help but smile, a hint of smugness coating her lips, swollen from Alessia's kisses. The blonde forward looked so beautiful, so wrecked and perfect, and it was all Leah's own doing. Even though she was certain there would be a dark spot on her bottoms, Leah's own arousal was barely an afterthought for the defender.

For the younger Englishwoman, however, it was anything but.

As she slowly regained control of her muscles, the first thing Alessia did was reach tiredly towards Leah's waistband- even from her position, cradled between the pillow and the older woman's arms, she could tell that the defender was wet. That making Alessia come as hard as she ever had in her entire life, clearing her brain of any negative emotion and replacing it with pure pleasure, had certainly affected England's captain. Even as her hands connected with fabric, that realization sent a surging satisfaction through Alessia's prone form.

“Oh, no, no, sweetest,” whispered the defender into her younger teammate’s hair, taking Alessia's wandering hand in her own and giving the forward's knuckles a kiss. “Don’t you worry about me. You’re almost asleep already, you can show me what that pretty mouth can do another day.”

Alessia’s tired pussy spasmed in interest, sending a little shudder through her exhausted body, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Leah. The defender chuckled gently, brushing a lock of hair out of Alessia's eyes.

"You like the sound of that, don't you, darling? Like the sound of putting your tongue to good use and making me feel so good?"

Alessia nodded sleepily, puckering up her lips. Leah acquiesced to the silent request with a soft smile, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the younger woman's mouth.

"Wanna make you feel good," whined Alessia into Leah's mouth, drawing another fond chuckle from her national team captain's perfect lips.

"Don't worry, pretty girl," cooed Leah. "I'll let you show me how good you can be for me another day."

The younger woman was drifting, too close to sleep to properly express just how perfect that sounded, but the way she nuzzled closer to Leah conveyed the message well enough. Pulling the covers up over both of them, Leah dropped a gentle kiss to the top of Alessia's head, the younger woman practically cradled in her embrace.

Leah's hands stroking through her blonde hair, the echo of the older woman's praises repeating in her hears, drowning out the noise of the unfriendly crowd, guided Alessia to sleep.

[updownlately]

you said, ‘forever’ (and i almost bought it)

| steph catley x reader | angst | 0.9k | a/n: okay so i feel like i need to put the warning that this is purely fiction here. i've got nothing against any of the people mentioned in this fic lol. in fact i love them all. but anyways, i read @reminiscingtonight's fic australia a few days ago and it just hasn't left my mind (it's a masterpiece if you ask me). and so it prompted this idea :) hopefully this is decent bc i wrote it all at 3am but yeah, happy reading amigos! 🫶

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You don’t know why you did this to yourself. 

You really don’t.

All you know is that your stomach’s dropping six feet under and you have no one but yourself to blame.

Oddly enough, you shouldn’t even be feeling this.

You shouldn’t be feeling your heart break into two, chest tightening impossibly as your stomach knots and your throat closes up. 

The team’s just won the derby and you should feel elated. You should be celebrating like a maniac, probably joining Katie and Beth as they run around the field celebrating with the crowd. 

You should be joining Kyra as she goes around and sprays people with her water bottle.

You should be doing the victory lap with Viv and Cloe.

What you shouldn’t be doing is just looking towards the crowd by the bench- the friends and family section. 

You shouldn’t be staring at Steph, your hands pressed tightly to your sides in a somewhat successful attempt to hide how much they’re shaking.

You also probably shouldn’t be swallowing hard, your breath shaky as thoughts of what if run endlessly through your mind.

You want to tear your eyes away, forget the way she immediately ran to the stands to wrap her arms around someone that wasn’t you.

You want to ignore the way her hold around him is so easy, so fitting, like it was meant to be.

You desperately want to forget that she ever existed to you as anything more than a teammate

But you can’t find it in yourself to, instead choosing to let yourself suffer, lump in your throat getting bigger with each passing second.

You hate that it’s those three words that come to your mind when you see them together - ‘meant to be’- the words like poison on your tongue.

Jaw clenching as you feel your eyes burn, cheeks colouring as you anger begins to course through you, you will yourself to look away, head turning to the side as you try and focus on Victoria chasing Kyra around with her own bottle

The image of her in another’s embrace is seared into your mind though, haunting you even as you’re turned away.

There’s still a bitter taste in your mouth.

You know it’s childish, but you hate that the three words are being used for someone that isn’t you and her. 

You hate that it’s what your mind went to.

It used to be you. 

You two were meant to be. 

It’s what she said to you years ago, when the two of you were lying in your shared bedroom back in Portland. 

Back when the world felt right, with her in your arms, her little huffs of laughter at your stupid jokes filling the otherwise silent night. 

Back when love felt right- when it felt like a hug, a warm blanket tucking you in, like the warm sunshine on a cold winter night.

When love felt anything but like this- like the taste of blood from the way you were biting your cheek in an attempt to distract yourself from the cruel pain in your chest. 

Like anything but the feeling of your nails digging into your palm as you tried to direct your focus to the pitch, to the fans, to the team- anywhere really- anywhere but towards the blonde you once called yours. 

You two were meant to be, she’d said. 

Whispered into the inches of space between you as she’d looked in your eyes, moonlight making her look more angelic than ever, her hands intertwining with yours as she’d tucked herself into your side.

She’d promised you forever that night, a gentle kiss sealing the words.

‘Whatever happens, it’s you and me.’

All that only to go and break your heart months later, Arsenal contract signed easily, a shitty letter apologizing for leaving- a letter you now kept shoved in a cardboard box in the back of your closet, along with all of the other mementos from your three years together.

You two were forever, she’d sworn.

And yet, here you were, head thrown back, eyes pointing at the sky as you willed for the tears in your eyes to not fall. 

Shaking your head as you took a shuddering breath, you brought the bottom hem of your jersey to cover your face, covertly wiping the single tear that escaped you.

How was it that you’d won today and yet somehow all that you could feel was the sickening feeling of your stomach turning? 

How was it that all you could think about was what you used to have, mind wrapping around the fact that at the end of the day, win or lose against the blues, you’d already lost something greater than any derby would ever be.

Running a hand over your face, you did your best to plaster a fake smile on your face, betraying the way you wanted to curl up into a ball and just comfort your shattered heart. 

Swallowing your emotions down, you put your absolute focus on making sure you didn’t look behind you- didn’t let your heart break again.

Instead, walking up to Lia and Noelle, you let yourself fall into step with them as pieces of your broken heart trailed behind you on the pitch. 

‘Maybe’, you concluded bitterly, ‘maybe this ‘falling in love’ thing just wasn’t meant for you.’

[novella-november]

Not to harsh your joy regarding your personal project, (which does sound awesome!) the fact that you keep answering the "can I do fanfic?" questions with "technically yes, but have you considered not doing that?" does not actually *feel* very fanfic friendly. (Especially for anyone who enjoys fanfic as a hobby and isn't also an ofic writer. For example, I personally write almost exclusively character studies that are an explicit reaction to canon; there is no real way to write that sort of thing except as fanfic.)

Which is just a long-winded way of requesting that you maybe consider less of a caveat with the FAQ if you make one, please.

oh that was definitely not my intention, thanks for the ask! I think it was mostly just because I got that same question a few times in a row from various anons within the same time span (including some that were not published publicly), it just happened that I was thinking of my own project(s, plural now) in the last day when I answered those two, for those who want an extra creative challenge.

There's a reason my own original thing has been in my head for the last ten years without me actually writing it while I've written and posted tons of fanfiction, and even now some of my original works are going to be based on Arsene Lupin, so they'd technically be considered fanfiction since they're based on and use an established work for the characters and settings --

--writing completely original fic *is* harder, and that's exactly why I'm *suggesting* (not requiring!) that people consider taking 1 out of short story 4 challenges to look at their work in a new light.

90% of what I read and (until I actually start and finish my original works) 100% of what I've written in my life is fanfic. I have nothing against fanfic, otherwise I woudn't even be interested in creative writing.

But its also not a diss to say "Would you consider looking at your [fanfic] writing from a new angle and try to figure out different ways of going about it?"

Honestly, being able to even consider this option *as a fun extra challenge* is meant to help improve your writing and creative skills; it's not meant as a cheap shot at people who choose to write fanfiction because I my self write and read tons of it,

it's me saying "if you want even more practice at creative writing during these monthly challenges, try branching out a little bit from your comfort zone, you may be pleasantly surprised."

People who write and read fanfiction already have tons of creative experience, and if people like me and many other fanfic writers who one day dream of being published authors, want to broaden our horizons and seek new experiences, one of the easiest exercises is to take something we're planning on writing or already wrote, and see what we would change to make it brand new and standalone--

-- something that not only helps you come up with new ideas, but also will help when it comes time to *edit*, which can be, depending on the length and complexity of your story, can be a complicated process:

whether that means having to delete scenes entirely,

changing what a character says,

altering an aspect of the worldbuilding to fix plot holes

, re-writing your character so they're not overpowered because it was ruining the stakes and tension,

changing the POV of chapters because it was ruining the flow of the story,

etc etc etc.

I love fan fiction.

I love reading it and I love writing it, and for many people who take on monthly writing challenges, it is a way to test ourselves and gear ourselves up and prove to ourselves that not only can we write x amount of words, but it proves to ourselves that we are *capable of creating*, and for many creatives, that ultimately leads to crafting our own unique stories;

if you're already taking place in a monthly writing challenge, why not push the bounds a little bit *if you're so inclined* and test the waters? Especially when you're surrounded by a community who is cheering you on, every step of the way?

Every Nanowrimo I ever won was fanfiction. Heck, even not during November I once did 40k words in two weeks for a fic.

I always stalled out when I tried to write original works;

it is much easier to start small with a single short story than it is to try to write an entirely original novel, and my encouraging people to try baby steps by *experimenting* with one short story out of four in a month is not meant to be a diss against fanfiction,

but an *encouragement to those like me* who were so eager to write original works but floundered when I tried to jump into the deep end and felt disheartened.

Many fanfic authors aspire to write original fics, and thats who that challenge is for, for the people who want to write original works but are too afraid to fully commit; I'll still be writing and posting fanfiction even if I become a published author, even If I just have to come up with a few new pen-names to post them under.

There's absolutely no judgement on anyone who wants to write fanfiction for these challenges, my "caveat" as you say, is only there as encouragement to those like me who are afraid to take the first step, or uncertain of how to even *begin* that first step, not any kind of condemnation.

TL;DR:

I did not mean for my responses on the "can I write fanfiction" to come off as rude or looking down on fanfiction, its meant to be an encouragment to all the people like me who love fanfic and started out writing fanfiction, and dream of writing original works to take the first step, with a community of like-minded people all taking the same challenge.

Like every other challenge aspect of these events, taking a fanfic idea and turning it into an original short story is completely optional and meant as inspiration, just like following prompts for events is not mandatory, and even completing the 30k word goal is not mandatory; the goal for this month is to create, get in the habit of creating, and having fun with it!

[pitchsidestories]

Why do you write for Chelsea players when your a Arsenal fan

Hi anon,

we actually thought this would be common sense but here we go.

Let’s clarify a few things first. Yes, we both support Arsenal but that doesn’t mean we don’t watch other teams as well. While you won’t see us rooting for Chelsea, we can still appreciate the players they have.

Second, the fics we write are not always based the players we personally like. While our favourite players do tend to appear more often, we’re always open to requests. No matter what player or from which club. In fact, some readers seemed to be happy about us including Chelsea players as well.

It should be clear that everything we write is purely fictional and meant for entertainment, none of it reflects real life, which is why were a bit surprised about this ask.

The fact that we write about Chelsea players obviously doesn’t automatically make us Chelsea fans.

Woso writers should be allowed to write about players who don't automatically play for their favourite club.

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