#elisa imagine

[seals-are-cool]

Some of my favourite wlw films!!!

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[maxsimagination]

𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 -𝗲.𝗱𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗲𝗶𝗱𝗮

warnings: smut. car sex. 18+ under the cut.

a/n: let’s pretend psg make it to the finals

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the last game.

the final of the division 1 féminine.

paris saint-germain vs lyon.

it was my first final with psg for this season, having just joined the club from liverpool. it was big change, going from the wsl to the french league but so worth it.

both me and fellow australian, clare hunt had joined the team but she'd come from the a-leagues. in the almost year i'd spent at the french club, i'd met all of the players and they were all really welcoming.

the first player that greeted me was elisa, the slightly taller defender bumping into me on my first day.

since then we'd hit it off, become almost best friends and started dating after a couple months. now we were walking onto the field together, to play for the championship.

nerves were rolling through my body; the pre-game jitters never got easier. our captain grace led us out to the pitch where the lyon players were lined up and waiting.

it didn't take long and everyone was ready, in their positions. the whistle blew and i shot forward, we were off.

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half time came, we were 1-0 down by a shot from ada hegerberg.

after the break everyone was determined to at least equalise. it felt like a lifetime but finally the ball was booted halfway up the field by our goalie and i was on it immediately. weaving through the defenders wasn't easy, i had wendie renard and ellie carpenter to get past before their goalie.

i was smaller, more agile however, and i managed to sneak past them and shoot a clean shot straight into the top left corner of the net.

the crowd went wild and i jumped in the air out of happiness. we were equal now, 1-1.

the second goal came roughly 10 minutes after my first, korbin had made a brilliant pass to lieke, who was bolting towards the box, 2 defenders hot on her heels. i was just on the right wing, close enough to the goal to get a tap in, and that's exactly what i did.

lieke saw me unmarked and slid the ball across and i made a one touch shot into the bottom right corner. the goalie didn't know what was happening by the time the ball was in the net.

the stadium erupted again and leapt in the air again. finally we had a chance, we were almost there.

when that final whistle blew after 5 minutes of injury time, i sunk to my knees. we had done it.

the whole team, subs included, ran onto the pitch in a huddle that ended more like a crushing pile of bodies. i wiggled my way out of it and found elisa.

"we did it mon amour, we won! thanks to you!" she picked me up and pressed a kiss to my forehead. i giggled and wrapped my legas around her body, to hold myself up. the whole stadium was filled with the cheers of the psg fans, but at the same time, the humiliated silence of the lyon fans.

i felt bad for the team, they had played their best but it wasn't enough. but the cheering of my team bought me back and both me and elisa were wrapped up in celebration again.

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the girls had dragged us all out to a club, celebration they claimed. so i was dressed in a deep blue, shimmery dress that i thought matched our team colours perfectly.

elisa drove us while the other girls made their own way to the chosen club. it was semi-crowded when we got there but we found everyone else at a table and sat down.

sakina announced that the first round was on her and almost ran over to the bar to order.

around 3 rounds later and sakina, me and a couple other were on the dance floor. sakina was easily more drunk than me, hence why she was practically grinding on me. i wasn't too bothered, quite enjoying myself actually. we danced in sync with the music, matching all the other swaying bodies on the floor.

however i knew one person wouldn't be too happy, because i could feel her glare from across the room. elisa wasn't normally that jealous but when she was, i always ended up under her so i couldn't say i enjoy it.

the song ended and i twirled sakina away from me and she latched onto another teammate to dance with. i made my way over to where elisa was sitting, sliding in next to her.

"bonjour, mon amour." (hello, my love.)

my hand slid onto her thigh instinctively, elisa leaned her head down to mine to catch my lips in a searing kiss. when we pulled apart she had a hungry look in her eyes.

"sakina is too touchy."

i chuckled at how grumpy elisa looked, rubbing her thigh in comfort.

"do you want to get out of here?"

i didn't have to whisper, the club was already loud, but elisa heard me and was all too happy to grab my hand and get up. we bid goodnight to our teammates and headed for the exit.

our car was parked outside and we made a beeline for it. well, elisa did, i was just dragged along. however, she grabbed handle of the backseat not the front seat.

"elisa, what are you doing? we have to drive home?"

she didn't answer, just pulled me in with her. her lips were on mine the second the door clicked shut, hands roaming up and down my sides.

we pulled apart for a brief second then her lips were on my neck. she trailed her way down to my chest where she slipped the straps of my dress down to play with my nipples. a satisfied groan left my lips and i wriggled under her. she took her time now, giving equal amounts of pleasure to both the left and right breast.

"eli..."

"yes, mon amour?" (my love.)

she knew what she was doing to me, a cocky grin plastered on her face when she looked at me.

"hurry up and fuck me!"

i didn't think it could happen but an even cockier grin was now sported on her lips as she hiked my dress up to show my blue, lace panties.

"all dressed up for me, are we?"

a blush covered my cheeks at her words, i did have tiny hope that we would end the night like this but in her car, i never would have guessed.

her fingers were now hooked in the sides on my underwear, and with a glance up to me for consent, she pulled them down. her fingertips grazed my clit, before dipping further down to my soaked hole. she gathered my juices in her finger and brought it up to her mouth, not breaking eye contact once.

my cheeks heated with a blush again and i could feel the tingling feeling travel down to my groin.

"so wet for me, bébé." (baby.)

"elisa, please. just touch me already."

she did as i asked, fingers finding my clit and immediately rubbing small circles around it. i hummed, the pressure on the bundle of nerves was sending little shockwaves through my body and it felt so good.

my hips bucked up into her fingers, desperate for more friction.

"eli, your fingers inside me please."

she pressed a kiss to my lips, which turned into a make out session, while she thrust two fingers into me. elisa set a steady pace, before pushing a third finger in.

i moaned into her mouth at the stretch, urging her to keep going. i could feel the coil in my lower stomach start to tighten.

"elisa, 'm close. don't stop."

she kept going, if anything she sped up, determined to make me cum. elisa rubbed against my clit, adding to the pressure of the already-tight coil.

i mentally thanked whatever god was in our favour for the tinted windows elisa had on her car. i wouldn't be able to live this down if she didn't. inside the car, there wasn't much speaking, only the sounds of her fingers slapping against my wet folds and my moans. i was just on the edge, i could feel myself clenching faster, then suddenly i was there.

"elisa, i'm cumming!"

"cum for me bébé, all over my fingers." (baby,)

i didn't need any further assurance, i let it go and found myself clenching uncontrollably around elisa's fingers as she helped me through my orgasm.

slowly she pulled her fingers out, licking them clean then pressing a kiss to my lips so i could taste myself on her lips.

once i'd come down from my high, she made sure to clean me up as best she could, slipping my underwear back onto my hips and pulling the dress straps up over my bare chest.

"well clean up properly at home, yea?"

[evermoresversion]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | ELISA'S MASTERLIST

You and Elisa don't have too many fights or constant arguments, but when they happen one of you ends up giving in or can't be completely mad at the other.

"Here's your breakfast." you said seriously but on the plate was Elisa's favorite breakfast, as you passed by you lightly kissed her shoulder and continued with the kitchen chores.

If she was the angry one, she couldn't be completely angry because she needed your attention all the time, just like a puppy.

You were on your side of the bed at bedtime while reading a book with the table light on. You saw through your peripheral that Elisa was ready to go to bed, she lay down next to you at a considerable distance but from time to time you heard and saw how she rolled around in bed without being able to stay still.

You sighed putting the bookmark back in your book and set it aside, and that's when Elisa looked at you with hope in her eyes, she was so used to sleeping with you in her arms.

"Yes, you can hold me."

"Oh, thank God." She sighed, pulling you into her arms and hugging you tightly, placing her chin on top of your head and reaching over a little to turn off the light.

In conclusion, you can't be completely mad at her or she at you. You're simply perfect for each other.

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2024.

[baeksqt]

right here, for now — elisa de almeida

elisa de almeida x fem!reader

(a/n: something small and cute for the elisa girlies (as well as self-indulgence), probably some grammatical errors so keep your expectations low, but anyways, enjoy luvvies ^_^)

word count: 598

genre: fluff

As the year ended and the football season was slowly coming to a pause, you stood on the sidelines of the pitch along with your fellow PTs, bundled up in scarves and gloves, watching the ladies’ training session that taking place in the sharp winter chill, discussing the necessary next steps for the team before they split up for the winter break. Elisa with a slight limp, as she ran, had caught your eye (for a long while at that), hoping that she knew to come see you afterwards.

Once the session was over, the young Parisian was back in the clinic as you anticipated, a small sympathetic smile lifted your cheeks slightly as she greeted you.

“You’re quite a trooper, you know,” you said quietly as you washed your hands in the corner of the room, with Elisa humming in response, letting out a small laugh as she lay on the treatment couch. “But as I said before, please stop turning your hip inward,” you scolded her softly, sitting on your stool, eyes softening as you traced the features of her face.

“Practice was great, my love, thank you for asking,” she answered back sarcastically, you playfully hit her arm, knowing that she wasn’t supposed to address you as anything but your name.

Carefully peeling the kinesio tape off her left thigh that held up her hamstring. Rubbing oil onto her soft skin, you began massaging the muscle, letting her ramble on about formations for the next set of games coming up in late January.

“The Ajax game should be alright, considering–” she let out a small shriek as you were knuckle-deep in a tender spot on her thigh, she watched your movements, glancing at the club crest on your top.

You remain unfazed as your eyebrows furrowed, examining the spot, “you didn’t tell me about this before,” you looked at her apologetically, soothing her thigh “with that, you mentioned that your calf was causing you some issues?” you questioned Elisa.

She nodded as her face lit up with a playful smile, “yeah but this was at home, not here at the clinic,” she teased, combing a hand through her hair.

“So technically, this is new information to you.” you both said in unison, with you letting out a small chuckle. Your face quickly dropped as you scrutinised her calf, seeing how tight it was, raising an eyebrow as you questioned her again.

“Elisa.” You perked up, she noticed your change in demeanour, making her sit up slightly. “Have you been doing the stretches I showed you?” you eyed her, quite serious and sombre, as you waited for an answer.

The Saint-Germain player looked up at the fluorescent lighting, scratching the back of her neck, she could feel your eyes on her. The silence for what felt like minutes which was only a couple of seconds, was all you needed as an answer. You sighed as you spun around once on the stool, thinking of whether to lecture her or to make a joke, Elisa interrupted your thoughts.

Your girlfriend quietly watched you contemplate, “I know but before you lecture me, the calf pain just never crosses my mind, I’ve gotten used to it,” she looked on at you regretfully as you frowned at her, “I promise, once we’re back from our trip, I’ll do them properly.” she held out her pinky finger as a promise, knowing that you couldn’t be upset for long.

A comforting smile appeared on your face as you interlocked your pinky with her, your matching bracelets tinkled together.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

[pitchsidestories]

we'll always have Paris II Élisa de Almeida x GERWNT! Reader

masterlist I word count: 1292

a/n: hi, this oneshot was requested, to the one who sent it in, sorry that it took so long.

It was France versus Germany in the half final of the Women’s Nations League. In this match you were playing against a lot of your teammates but also your girlfriend from Paris Saint-Germany. Each team just had finished singing their national hymns, so it was time for you to shake the hands of your opponents.

“Ohh, your amour is starting to walk to us.”, Laura Freigang who was standing right before you in line, turned her face to comment with a huge smirk on her lips.  Much to your own annoyance Sydney Lohmann made kissing noises to highlight the Eintracht Frankfurt players observation.

“Shut it, Lau and Syd.”, you rolled your eyes at them before turning your attention to your girlfriend who was about to take your hands in hers.

“Salut, Élisa.”

“Salut.”, Élisa greeted you accompanied with a boyish wink.

“I’m going to puke!”, Laura who was bad at staying quiet for too long exclaimed jokingly.

“Don’t forget you play for our side because of that French charmer.”, Sydney reminded you grinning.

“I’ll never forget that.”, you replied sincerely.

“They think you’re that unprofessional?”, your girlfriend rose her eyebrows in surprise.

Clearing your throat, you told her:” Get to your position De Almeida. We’re here to play.”

“Whatever you say, mon amour. I’ll make sure to lift my shirt enough times to distract you with my abs.”, she smiled cheekily at you.

“That won’t work, ma chéri.”, you answered confidently.

“We’ll see about that.”

“Good, luck babe.”, you said before you both turned to your starting position on the pitch waiting for the referee to start the match.

During the game, it was still 0:0 at that time, Sara Doorsoun whispered amused into your ear:” Y/n, the abs of your girlfriend, she’s kind of hot.”

“Stop it, Sara and please stay focused.”, you replied laughing.

“I’m focused.”, the older defender stated.

“Good.”, you nodded satisfied.

“But not bad.”

“Sara!”, you yelled at her.

“Just saying.”, she responded sheepishly smiling.

Secretly, you knew that your teammate was right about your girlfriend, but this was an important game and you always wanted to win even if it was against Élisa. Unfortunately, the football match went in favour of the hosts and Germany lost 2:0.

Exhausted you fell onto your knees after the final whistle of the referee. “We lost.”, you muttered more to yourself than to anyone in particular.

“Shit. You still had a good game.”, Laura tried to cheer you up and padded your shoulder encouragingly.

“And don’t forget we’ve another game to qualify for the Olympics.”, Sydney added.

“Yeah, let’s beat the Netherlands.”, Lena Oberdorf sounded motivated.

“Against Jackies team.”, you remarked, the blonde Dutch was one of yours and your girlfriend closest friends in Paris.

Deep in your own thoughts you didn’t hear Élisa coming, only until she spoke directly to you:” You’ll win the next game.”

“Congrats to your win.”, you mumbled.

The French defender thanked you as she helped to lift you from the ground, so you both could look into each other’s eyes.

You swallowed hard, trying to hide your own disappointment: “You played really great.“

“So did you.“, Élisa replied. Her face was serious. Evidence that she actually meant it and wasn’t just trying to cheer you up.

“That’s what Laura said to.“, you told her.

A small smile appeared on your girlfriends face. With a wink, she reached out and tilted your head upwards with her fingers under your chin: “She didn’t lie to you. Now come on, chin up. You’ll win the next game and qualify for the Olympics.“

“Hopefully.“, you sighed. Your girlfriends optimism was lost on you.

“Also, remember, we’ll always have Paris.“, Élisa grinned, quoting the famous line from the movie Casablanca.

You involuntarily snorted about her dumb joke. “Okay, Humphrey Bogart, I’d like my girlfriend back who gives me a hug and a kiss to make up for this loss.“

Élisa looked at you with a smirk: “A hug and a kiss, huh?“

“Yes. You know, we still have a few days in camp left until we’re back in Paris.“, you said, blinking at her with big innocent eyes.

“And you can’t wait for that long.“, your girlfriend concluded.

“No but if you can, I have to join my team now.“ You pointed over your shoulder where Sydney impatiently bounced on her feet and Laura mimed looking at an invisible watch.

“Okay, come here. One quick kiss.“, Élisa smiled and pulled you close.

You quickly pressed your lips to hers while wrapping your arms around her waist.

“See you in Paris.“, you whispered as you pulled apart.

Lena passed the two of you and grimaced in disgust: “Okay, enough hugs and kisses from the wrong team.“

“Obi, you’re awful!“, you laughed.

Still, you gave your girlfriend one last hug goodbye before following your team mate to the rest of the team.

Sydney determinedly shook her head: “No, she did the right thing.“

You were used to their teasing by now so you only rolled your eyes fondly: “If you girls say so.“

“We do!“, Laura said with emphasis.

You smiled. This team was really something very different than Paris Saint-Germain.

Your second game was against the Netherlands. Whoever won this game would be qualified for the Olympics. The stakes were high and everyone knew it. But your team put on a brilliant performance, beating the Oranje Leeuwinnen with 2:0.

After extensive celebrations the night of the game, you arrived at your apartment in Paris on the next day.

“Hi, I’m home!“, you called, letting your suitcase drop right on the floor. You were still exhilarated from the win.

Élisa appeared from the kitchen: “Hi.“

You crossed the distance to her quickly and jumped right into her arms: “We’re going to the Olympics!“

Laughing, she tried to hold her balance: “I know, I’m so happy for you.“

“Poor Jackie though remind me to invite her to dinner soon.”, you sighed empathetically.

“She’ll be fine, trust me. That’s football. You win some, you lose some. No one should know that better than you.”, the defender reminded you while carrying you to the sofa to place you down on it.

“Yes, it was really a rollercoaster ride.”, you admitted as your girlfriend sat down next to you.

“But with a happy ending.”, Élisa grinned at you.

“Right.”, you nodded enthusiastically.

“Can’t wait to go to Paris with you.”, she muttered.

“Actually, that’s great, we’re already there.”, you joked laughing.

“I meant at the final of the Olympics and you know that.”, the French player corrected you.

Her mentioning the end game made your cheeks turn hot: “I know but I couldn’t resist.”

“The qualification clearly has gotten to your head.”, Élisa teased you.

Swiftly you changed the topic away from football: “So, what should we do now?”

“Oh, I have a few ideas.”, the dark-haired woman answered with a dirty smile on her lips.

“Does this involve the bedroom?”, you asked her cheekily.

“Absolutely.”

“I like that a lot.”, you confessed. The weeks away from each other due to national team duties always made you hungry for your lover’s touch, you could feel the sexual tension rise in air.

“Follow me then.”, Élisa said, holding her hand up for you to grasp it before leading you to your shared bedroom. Seeing the bottle of red wine on the nightstand and the rose petals on the bed send you thrills of excitement through your body.

You might have lost against her in the nations league game, but you knew you won her heart as you followed her to bed, awaiting the kisses and touches you both have missed. Knowing deep inside that Paris and the women you loved were always worth coming back to.

Pictures are from pinterest.

[citysweet]

BABE BABE can you do a fic of elisa where she is mad at her SO but all her SO can think about is how hot elisa is when she’s angry.. omfg thinking abt her mad makes me giggle lol

一 the waiter

《 wc: 482

《 sorry this took so long, i hope you like it angel <33

《 suggestive towards the end!!

you really didn't mean to, in fact you didn't think it would bother her as much as it did. and so when you get home from your coffee date with elisa, she was rightfully upset after seeing the waiter blatantly flirt with you. especially when you didn't do anything to stop them. 

to be fair, you hadn't even noticed. but what you did notice was the way she dropped her bag and walked off instead of pulling you into her embrace like she usually does when you two arrive home. 

you kick off your shoes before following her into your shared bedroom. she silently walks into the closet and you sit down on the bed, watching as she walks out with a pair of clothes. she tugs her shirt over her head hurriedly, about to remove her bottoms until you call for her. 

“eli?” her hands stop at her hips and you reach for her fingers, locking both your index fingers with hers. her hands are tense in yours and her eyes are low and darker than usual. if anyone else looked at you like that, you’d most definitely be somewhat uncomfortable. 

but something about the way she looked sent a tingle down your spine and a funny feeling in your stomach. “yes?” you can hear the tone of her voice, but it's different from when she's mad at others. 

you bite back a grin, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your stomach. “something wrong love?” you ask, then she looks down at you. “go ask your new partner.” she snaps and your brows furrow. 

“who?” you ask and she rolls her eyes. you almost feel guilty for letting the way she reacts affect you the way it is. you fight the feeling to clench your thighs, watching the way her short hair falls when she looks back at you. 

“the waiter.” she mumbles and it makes sense now. you let a giggle slip, raising a hand to cover your mouth. her gaze hardens and she moves her hands from yours. only to suddenly (but gently) grab your chin between her two fingers. “you think it's funny, amour?” 

her tone makes you stop laughing, now looking into her eyes bashfully. you shake your head, words caught in your throat. she steps forward, and you step backwards until your back hits the wall behind you. “hm?” her other hand drops to your waist, her fingers digging into your skin.

“no..” you mumble, feeling small under her stare. a smirk grows on her lips and she leans closer to you, her breath softly fanning against your face. “need me to remind you who's you are, cheri?” she asks and her smirk only grows when you nod. 

before you know it, her lips are on your neck and your legs are around her waist. once the night is over, you’re silently thanking that waiter. 

© citysweet 12:24 031324

一 don't expect long fics from me 😁

[nxghtstxne]

i’ve noticed the severe lack of fics for elisa lately and how criminal that is cause she’s so 😮‍💨- so if u let me know some ideas or whatever u wanna see for her and i will do my best to write them 😭

[game-on-comics]

For the beginners and champions of each sport (most specifically, Cole and Lucía, but it's open to all of them):

How well do you get along? Champions, have you given any advice to the beginners?

Cole: Me and Lucia? Oh yeah, we get along very well actually! Even though I’m not that good, she helps me practice a lot!

Lucia: Indeed! Practice is key, and I try to make him return harder shots by trying out different hitting techniques! Improvement is slow but… I’m sure he’ll get better while I do the Return Challenge with him!

(also gonna do for the others because it's a real interesting question XD also cool extra lore, coughs... all are under the cut since the post is kinda long ig)

Ryan: You’d be surprised that both me and Matt are on really good terms. Friends even, despite me sucking at both of his best sports.

Matt: I taught Ryan the rules for both Boxing and Swordplay, and let him practice with me in friendly matches. I trust him to be a really good referee, and in the meantime I get to teach him some of the best strategies for him to try. And most importantly: determination!

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Miguel: Tommy? We don’t speak much, but I’m a big fan! I’m afraid I won’t be at his level in this sport, but perhaps while watching him and his team play our team might learn a trick or two…

Tommy: I guess I haven’t really approached Miguel much because I’m so focused on talking to Eva and Tyrone… However, if he needs advice, I’d say to not just work on the shooting, but the dribbling as well. Learn how to get close enough to the basket before the opponent snatches the ball, and you might get some easy hoops!

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Naomi: Oh yeah, even though I’m not good in Cycling, I’m still good friends with Anna! We usually talk it out at lunch or something, she may be intimidating at first but she’s actually really nice!

Anna: Definitely! And my advice would simply be to go with the flow! I tend to like going on a nice bike ride with friends, so Naomi gets to join along when she can!

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Hiroshi: In all honesty… none of us really want to interact much with Elisa and Sarah. I-I mean… look at them!

Shouta: We’re all a bit terrified of them, that’s for sure!

Sarah: I’ve told the players time and time again! Keep playing tennis and keep trying, that way you’ll get more confident! Ah… Elisa, any other advice you’d like to make?

Elisa: …………… keep practicing.

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Elisa: Sakura? ………… she’s fine I guess…

Sakura: Oooh yes yes, I talked to Elisa a lot! I try to teach her different throws, batting skills, and running… Oh! But the best advice for her studious mind is to diversify her shots! But of course, all due in time, she needs to get the key components first! :3

[kanasn0w]

imagine if wii sports boxing had tag teaming

[maxsimagination]

Can you please do some Elisa de almedia smut? 🥰

𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙨 - 𝙚.𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙙𝙖

warnings: smut. 18+ below the cut.

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“ma chère, please hurry up!” (my dear)

i could hear elisa’s voice from where she was downstairs. i was just slipping on my heels before grabbing my bag and walking down to elisa.

when i was standing at the bottom of the staircase, i could feel her eyes on me, even without looking.

“you look amazing, amour.” (love)

i could feel the blush creeping onto my cheeks.

we were going out to dinner, meeting some friends at a popular restaurant downtown. elisa looked hotter than hot in her dress pants and silk shirt, it took all my self control not to take her back to the bedroom.

sakina, clare and grace were all already at the restaurant waiting for us, making me feel a little bit bad for them. i hadn’t meant to take so long but it wasn’t my fualt that elisa was wearing her silver chain tonight. it made her look irresistible.

“bonjour dames. sorry we took so long.”

(hello ladies)

we all sat at the table together, chatting about all sorts. sakina and clare had ordered some entrees that they knew everyone would like so we nibbled on those until we decided to order our own food.

i was enjoying the night, hanging out with the french girls and clare, the token australien, was always fun. but i couldn’t shake a pooling feeling in my gut everytime i looked over at elisa. i knew that feeling well, it made my thighs rub against eachother subconsciously, attempting to gain some friction.

clearly elisa noticed because she reached a hand over and placed it on my thigh, stopping my movements. i looked over at her, she had a knowing grin plastered on her face without even looking at me.

as the night went on, i tried my best to keep paying attention to the conversation but the feeling in my stomach got heavier, i was very close to saying i wasn’t feeling well, just so we could go home and elisa could finish me off.

i had eventually zoned out again while clare and grace were having an animated conversation about god knows what, and that’s when my thighs started rubbing again.

again, elisa noticed. she placed her hand on my thigh, again, this time a bit higher than before. she started creeping her hand slowly up and under my dress hem. i was unsure what she was doing, surely she couldn’t be trying to satiate me here, in a booth of a very public restaurant.

i was wrong.

my eyes widened and i whipped my head to look at her. she was doing exactly that, slipping her fingers under my panties and swiping her finger over my clit. the intrusion gave me a shock, my hips bucking forward a little. elisa’s fingers stopped, she gave me a warning look. if i wanted a release, i couldn’t move or make a sound.

she continued her ministrations, her finger drawing lazy circles over the little bundle of nerves, occasionally dipping down to poke at my entrance.

i was on a very thin line of orgasming and overstimulation, needing a release badly. i looked over at elisa, who seemed to be intently listening to grace talk about her newest piece of gossip. i poked her in the side, giving her a pleading look.

she knew what i was asking for, raising an eyebrow at my silent begging.

“please.”

i whispered desperately, and praying that none of the other three had noticed what we were doing or saying.

elisa didn’t have a verbal response, only started moving her fingers faster around my clit.

finally, i could feel the coil deep in my stomach start to tighten. my pussy was clenching around nothing as elisa’s fingers skillfully worked against my pulsing nub.

she was pushing me closer and closer to the edge, an edge that i was so desperate to be pushed over. not even five minutes later, i could feel myself teetering on that edge.

“elisa, please.”

i muttered quietly, tapping her thigh to ask permission to cum.

she simply nodded at me, and i let myself go. my clit was a throbbing mess and i didn’t even want to see how wet i’d become from the orgasm. elisa slowly pulled her hand from between my legs, bringing her hand up to her mouth, subtly sucking her digits clean.

i was reeling from what had just happened, and the fact that not one single person in the restaurant, let alone the three girls that we were sat with, had noticed.

it was truly a miracle, and a risk that was so worth taking.

[evermoresversion]

ㅤ̸ ❛ 𝖤𝗅𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖠𝗅𝗆𝖾𝗂𝖽𝖺'𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍.

TOTAL WORKS: 2.

SLOW MORNINGS. Just you, her and one more of your loving slow mornings together. <3

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[baeksqt]

what do I call you? — elisa de almeida

elisa de almeida x fem!reader

(a/n: another short piece from one barista to another ^_^ enjoy my luvvies)

word count: 805

genre: fluff

The mellow, narrow streets of your small northern town were no small feat against the hectic streets of Paris that you now found yourself working in, during the city’s morning rush hour. The light pink cherry blossoms fall to settle on the awning of your aunt’s cafe. Choosing to work here as you continued job hunting in the city, which you weren’t having the most luck in.

You were behind the counter, presenting the freshly baked cakes on the display fridge, the odd scent of vanilla and coffee filled the air. It was midday and the small cafe was now empty, with a few customers either working or idly sipping their beverages.

Cloudy with a cool chill in the air, the quiet breeze was now noticeable as the hanging plants swayed, with the shopkeeper’s bell chiming, notifying someone’s arrival.

You lift your head to see Elisa, the regular you slowly acquainted yourself with over the last few months—as well as your neighbour.

Once you set the last cake stand down, Elisa is already waiting for you at the counter, throwing you her toothy grin.

“Good afternoon, to my favourite barista!” Sending you a salute, she was dressed in her practice gear, the dark blue ensemble fit her well as your eyes raked down her body.

You walked to the other end of the bar, meeting her hazel eyes, matching her smile, your heartbeat skipped for an instant. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you quickly turned to the coffee machine to get set on making her usual order, the standard flat white.

As you steam the milk, trying to get the right amount of foam to build up in your pitcher, you look over your shoulder to see Elisa setting her bag down at one of the booths by the front of the restaurant before meeting you back up at the counter.

“You weren’t here this morning,” you say as you pour the hot milk into the small ceramic. “My aunt asked for you.” Creating a small heart in the coffee, dragging the milk pitcher across slightly.

Elisa lets out a low chuckle and confesses “I woke up surprisingly late, so I wasn’t able to grab breakfast.” You turn back towards Elisa, placing her coffee on a saucer and sliding it towards her. As she reaches for it, her warm hand brushes against yours, and you can't help but notice the crinkles around her eyes as they light up in gratitude. She whispers a small thank you, and you can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having made her day a little bit better.

As you untied the apron from your waist, you slid into the comfortable leather booth and rested your chin in your hand. You swirled the warm peppermint tea around in your cup, taking in the aroma and feeling the steam rise to your face. You looked across to find Elisa watching you with a hint of a smile as she took a sip of her coffee. Her hair fell slightly forming a delicate curl above her eyes. The atmosphere in the cafe was peaceful, and the low chatter of the other patrons provided a soothing background noise.

“What? Is the coffee bad?” With knitted brows, you leaned forward a little, eyes swiftly darting between the coffee cup and the Parisian’s calm expression.

“No, no, the coffee is good, I promise,” she reassured you, drinking up a small spoonful, “I told your aunt to pass on my message to you, but I don’t think she did.” She continued.

You shake your head slightly, trying to retrace if your aunt had said anything about Elisa before she hastily left before lunch. “I don’t think so either,” you murmur to yourself “What was it?” Looking on inquisitively, taking another sip of your tea.

Elisa takes a small breath, her face slowly turning pink. “Well, we should hang out more often, outside of all this,” she gestured to the cafe, “you mentioned that small jazz club around the corner, you haven’t gone without me, right?”

You hummed in response, feeling yourself blush at her sudden shyness, making you feel a little giddy at the unexpected confession.

“I bought two tickets for Sunday, my aunt doesn’t like jazz anyway.” You teased.

“Sunday works!” The player perked up.

Elisa completed her sentence and then cast a glance at the time on her phone. You realized that it was time for her to leave. She took a sip of her coffee, finishing it in one go, and then both of you got up from the cosy booth. It was time to say your goodbyes. As usual, she would wait for you to close the cafe before embarking on the walk home together.

And with that, the shopkeeper's bell chimed, notifying Elisa’s exit.

[coldforestnight]

Me on my deathbed: but isn't it fucked up that his middle name was literally Logan...

[citysweet]

一 hot woman stranger

curtesy of nel 🙌 @moonystoes

《 wc: 443

《 rushed, but i wanted to write it before i lost motivation

《 might edit and make longer laterr

you swear your heart drops to your ass when some creep comes up to you. god forbid you try to have a good time alone. however, you try to play nice and kindly decline their advances. but when they don't seem to take the hint and back you into a corner, panic settles in your chest.

your eyes are trained on the ground as you silently hope to disappear from this situation somehow. then suddenly you do? a strong arm pulls you away from the wall you're against and into someone's side. "there you are baby, i've been looking for you." your hero says before you look up to give the voice a face.

she's got short hair and pretty eyes, you'd have endless things to compliment her on if that creep wasn't still staring at you, clearly bothered you weren't alone anymore. you give a somewhat truthful grin and your hands hold onto her arm. "i got lost, sorry love." she smiles and turns her attention back to the predator. "are they bothering you mon amour?" she asks,

you shake your head, not wanting to further the altercation, let alone drag some (pretty) stranger into it. but before you can speak, you're cut off. "no. we were just leaving actually." they say, reaching forward to grab your forearm. your eyes widen slightly, but then even more when your savior grabs their hand before they can touch you.

you watch her knuckles go pale from her grip, along with the dark glare she gives them. "you aren't going anywhere with her." she says firmly and you see the creep's demeanor change from brooding and cocky to something of fear. they quickly mask it and scoff, pulling their hand away from hers. "whatever, 'ts a waste of time anyway." they mutter, avoiding the short haired woman's eyes before walking away.

your hands cling onto her arm and you're still tucked into her side when she looks towards you. "are you okay?" she asks, her tone much softer than just a moment ago. you nod, "y-yeah, thank you. so much." she grins, shaking her head. "no problem at all." she says before quickly letting go and backing up slightly.

"sorry." her apology quick and quiet, worried she might've made you uncomfortable. to which you shake your head, "it's okay. really." she smiles before sticking out a hand, "elisa."

"y/n." you answer before talking her firm hand in yours and shaking it. "well, y/n. would you like a drink?" she offers, leaning slightly closer so you could hear her better. "yes, i would." you answer, suddenly happy you wouldn't be spending your evening alone.

© citysweet 1:56am 012824

一 everyone say ty nel for the idea