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[jaegeraether]

from your one shot “ SCANDAL “ could we maybe pretty please have a one shot of y/n and Lucy perhaps making the sex tape 🥺😗😗😗

Aw, but the point of a one-shot is to be a one time thing! And I’ve already proven that I get too emotionally invested to do just one 😂 so I left it to your imaginations.. 🙈 that’ll be much better than if I ruin it with a chapter! Nothing beats the imagination. 💁🏻‍♀️

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Unknown Territory (Alexia and Ridley) - 2

Sunsets and Footballers - ONE-SHOTS

(*1k*) - Lil one!

Masterlist (other parts here)

ALEXIA POV

As soon as they were in the car, Ridley took Alexia’s underwear out and twisted it around her wrist like a bracelet.

Alexia smirked to herself, knowing she enjoying this. Their little claims on one another. It’s something she never wanted or needed until that first moment she’d seen her in the bar, and at that moment, it had hit her harder than anything she'd ever experienced. The deep-rooted need she felt for her. And not only that, but the need for others to know.

Alexia was getting used to teasing Ridley at this point. She enjoyed it. In any other situation, in any other relationship, it would be a power-play. But it never was with them. It was just their way of expressing their feelings. Communicating.

As they drove, she saw the whites of Ridley’s knuckles as she gripped the wheel, knowing just how hard she was trying to be respectful and give Alexia her space.

But she didn’t want it.

They’d been apart for over a month, and only had a few days together. She wanted them to get as much of each other in during that time as possible. And both being so stubborn and lacking in the communication department, sex was the most pure way they could show their obsession for each other.

Alexia unclipped her belt and slid her dress as far up her thighs as she could get it, a little of her bare lower hip showing - the part that cut in where her underwear would usually be.

She held it there and looked over to Ridley who’d spotted it immediately, trying to cover a groan of frustration.

She sat there for a minute or so, letting Ridley really suffer while she admired her. Alexia was not at all the type of person to feel out of place in a relationship, but sometimes she did catch herself daydreaming at how it was possible that Ridley was hers. Even to the point where she was already thinking of their life and what it may look like beyond her footballing days.

She was completely and utterly hers. So why would Alexia just sit there needily, and not take full advantage of that?

“Nice bracelet.”

Ridley groaned, her eyes still very much pinned to the road outside to avoid Alexia’s body on show. “Lex..”

“I don’t think the wheel deserves to be strangled.”

Ridley rolled her eyes, but relaxed her hands slightly. Alexia reached over to claim one of her hands gently, lowering it to her thigh, just inside the knee.

"But I do."

“Lex..” This one was a warning. And that just made her want to push even further.

Alexia curled her fingers around the bicep of the Australian’s extended arm, her other hand over Ridley’s, ever so slowing dragging it down her inner thigh towards where she needed her.

“Alexia.” A harder warning now, but she didn’t stop. Ridley was hers, and she needed her… so she would take her.

Alexia continued to drag her hand down her thigh, her legs parting and without any pause, she guided Ridley’s hand and lifted her hips slightly, sinking down onto her fingers with a soft whimper.

“Fucking hell.” Ridley gasped in English, her eyes wide with surprise and lust. “Lex.. what the fuck are you-”

“You’re mine, and I need you.” Was all the explanation she gave as she started to rock onto her fingers, getting the penetration she needed.

Alexia closed her eyes and let her body follow its needs, her fingers tightening around her bicep and her face joining them, whimpering into the fabric of Ridley’s jacket.

She was slightly bouncing now, her hand ensuring Ridley’s stayed where she needed it. That pressure and angle just as she needed it.

“Lexi…fuck.” Ridley gasped, sending a tingle down her spine. She loved having such an affect on her. But she could also tell from the sound of her voice that she was looking at her.

Her head still pressed against Ridley’s bicep, she reached up to grab her by the jaw, twisting her head.

“Eyes on… argh.. the road. No spee…oh fuck… don’t s..peed.” She whimpered as she rode, the delicious sound of Ridley’s fingers in an out of her now louder than the tyres.

She braced her foot on the door and gripped onto her arm for dear life as she felt herself getting to the edge. She was only riding for a matter of minutes, but that’s all it ever took when it came to Ridley.

“….fuck…” she whimpered, her voice higher and more desperate than before as she reached the point where she knew she was about to cum. 

“You’re fucking perfect, Lex.” Ridley said, her voice strangled, her lips somehow finding her forehead to whisper. “Cum for me.”

Alexia heard herself agreeing desperately as she reached her end; the thrill of the car speeding down the highway, being in another country, seeing the woman she loved after a month, fucking herself using her hand. All of it contributed to her body tightening and pulsating around Ridley’s fingers. 

She was pretty sure she was breathing, most definitely crying out and even more certain that it was the best orgasm she’d ever had… in a car. She thrust a few more times, harder and deeper than the others just to drag out the feelings before her body relaxed into a state of bliss.

After a minute or so, she released her grip on Ridley’s arm, kissing her bicep and smoothly pulling her fingers out of her.

Sitting back in her seat, she clipped her seatbelt back on and readjusted her dress, meeting Ridley’s incredulous look.

“Where in the fuck did that come from?”

Alexia shrugged with a lazy, fucked-out smirk. “You’re mine and I wanted you.”

She enjoyed the look of Ridley’s mouth opening and closing, her jaw locking as they drove. Taking her hand, she sucked the taste from her fingers, watching her girlfriend’s eyes roll in need.

“Lee?”

“La Reina?”

“You can speed now.”

[jaegeraether]

Will there be a part 2 to Unknown Teritory? I feel like it was left on such a cliffhanger and I saw you respond to an anon saying you like to leave things to the imagination and please please please do a second part!!! It was amazing (like your writing always is) and I'm desperate for more!!!

You also wrote that threats turn you on so if you don't write a part 2 then Clive Palmer will become the next PM ;)

I do love my cliffhangers.. though perhaps I need to stop using them for my one-shots. 😅

Hm - I’ve always had a part two in my head so… I’ll see. 😉

Aw - you’re more amazing! Thanks so much for reading and commenting! It motivates me. 💁🏻‍♀️

Oh god - not Palmer 😩

[jaegeraether]

I third that anon!! I also want an extended extended version because my imagination does not do it for me but your writing absolutely does!!

Aw and here I feel the opposite! I feel like I ruin the possibilities of what could be when I write a smut scene out instead of leaving it for the imagination! 🥹

There will be more Alexia and Ridley smut.. don’t you worry! I have chapter ideas, always. 🥰🙈

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Haha no your writing is much better than my imagination 😘😅 play how about a one-shot with Alexia and Ridley after Alexia scored the winning goal in CL final? 😎

Mmn so.. I actually have a few ideas in my head already with Alexia and Ridley + football. ⚽️😉

Be patientttttt 🙈

[jaegeraether]

Yes 😅 that’s exactly what I mean. Your smut is so so good 😩 literally just a chapter of them doing the most unspeakable things to each other is all I would like (need). Xx

Aw, that’s very kind! 🙈

Mmnhmn. I’ll.. think about it. 🥰

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Omg, not the anon who wrote, but i would def be happy to read about Alexia and Ridley in the studio extended version 🤷🙈

Aw, doesn’t your imagination do it for you? 😉 they’re supposed to be one-shots 🥺

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I just finished your fic and omg I have no words 🥹 it was insanely incredible! Took me some time to finish it but I will most definitely be going back and reading it again someday.

Would you ever consider writing an extension to Alexis’s extended pov?

Well this is adorable. Thank you so much! 🙏🏼

I’m so glad you enjoyed it ☺️ it was a monster fanfic!

All of the one-shots are within the same universe also. 🙈

Ahaha do you mean a chapter of Ridley and Alexia fucking in the studio while they record the sound? 👀

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Great thing to wake up to - Discord part 3!!!! Haven’t read it yet but very excited to!

You’re welcome! 🥰 I hope you enjoyed it!

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Discord Lovers - 3

Sunsets and Footballers - ONE-SHOTS

Masterlist (other parts here)

Turns out I'm terrible at One-shots.. I love fleshing out stories too much! It also felt right to post this on the 22/2 as Ona wears 22 for Barca and 2 for Spain. Enjoy!

Discord Lovers - 3 (2.4k)

ROSIE POV

Rosie didn’t know where she was headed, she just knew she needed to move her legs. To get some fresh air and breathe.

What the fuck.

What the actual fuck?

Her brain ran a hundred miles a minute, thinking about every text, every phone call, every photo. Every single time Mari hadn’t been able to message during games, because she was ‘working.’ The dog she was always talking about. Every Lumos photo she’d sent. The sound of her voice. The fact that she was jealous of how much she liked Ona, and yet she never dissuaded her from it. She was merely guilt-ridden because it was in fact, her.

How had she not realised?!

How could she have been so stupid?!

She paced up the footpath, walking to nowhere. Seeing the park across the road, she headed for that. Nature was healing. Surely it would help her to breathe.

Mari. My Mari, she thought.

But it wasn’t Mari, it was Ona. It was Ona she’d fallen asleep on the phone to. Ona she’d sent photos to. Ona she’d had dates with and cum over the phone to, just to the sound of her whimpers. It was Ona Batlle she’d fallen in love with.

How exactly was she supposed to process something like that?

She needed to check into a hotel, shower off her flight, eat a good Spanish meal and process.

It was in that moment that she realised she’d forgotten her suitcase. And backpack. Damned neurodivergent brain.

She made a frustrated sound and dropped onto the closest park bench. It was fine. Ona would protect her things... she knew that not only because she was famous and had a reputation to uphold, but because of the look of pure guilt on her face alone.

Rosie bit her lip. God, she was pretty in person. Her soft expression, sharp features, and the cute spatter of freckles adorning her perfect face.

She sat with that thought for a little longer before she caught herself, shaking her head.

The next thought that came was of her at the Lumos party where she’d put YFN, the Director of Lumos on the phone. It was public knowledge that they were friends, as she’d been Lucy’s right-back successor at Barcelona.

So... her friends knew about her. What did they think? Did they know that Rosie hadn’t known who she was? That they hadn’t met? Had it all been some big game amongst them? Entertainment?

No, no, no! Stop! Stop the negative thoughts, she said to herself.

She wanted to call her best friend and vent to her, to get her advice, but she knew that she owed it to Ona to at least hear what she had to say. They needed to talk this out.

And so, in this beautiful, sunny city of Barcelona, she was left feeling… lonely. Violated, almost. Probably. She wasn’t sure.

Thinking back on the photos she’d sent, she felt self-conscious. Embarrassed. How could she face Ona Batlle after knowing she’d seen most of her naked? She’d heard her whimpering. Cumming. Heard the wet sounds of her body as she’d used the toy Ona had been controlling from her phone.

Rosie wrapped her arms around her body. She took a few deep breaths and stood, hesitating only momentarily. Whatever this was, she needed answers, or she’d never have closure.

Nodding in agreement with that, she turned and ever so slowly dragged her feet back towards the café.

Arriving outside, she spotted Ona in the same spot, though her head was bowed, and she was cuddled into herself. She wasn’t on her phone, nor eating whatever was in front of her. She was just sitting there, staring at the table as if punishing herself or… waiting?

Rosie calmed herself before opening the door. Ona didn’t look up at first, until a gust of wind followed her in and Rosie saw her straighten, her head snapping around and those light chocolate brown eyes of hers finding Rosie.

Another hesitation.

She crept slowly towards the booth and saw her suitcase and backpack. She would have just taken it and ran if her curiosity hadn’t gotten the better of her. Curiosity because Ona looked so distraught.

Rosie tore her eyes away and slid into the booth, not able to look at her out of sheer embarrassment.

After a minute, Ona spoke in barely a whisper. “Hola.”

God, her voice was so deep in person. Rosie cleared her throat lightly and whispered back. “Hola.”

“A..are you cold?” She asked in Spanish.

Rosie frowned, and then upon realising her arms were still cradled around her body, she shook her head.

Ona was quiet enough that it made her curious again. She looked at her, only to see the realisation on Ona’s face of exactly why she was covering her body. Her mouth opened and closed a few times.

“You’re beautiful.” Her voice cracked, full of emotion.

Rosie flinched.

Ona removed her light jacket slowly, as if Rosie were a skittish animal who she was afraid would run, and extended it across the table. One must have seen refusal in her eyes because she insisted. “Please. Take it.”

She took the jacket and slipped her arms into it, zipping up the front and feeling slightly better with the concealment.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, lov-” Ona cut herself off as Rosie’s heart skipped a beat.

There was more silence, and she decided to contribute to the conversation and fill it. “What is this?”

Ona followed her eyes to the pastry in the middle of the table. “It’s xiuxo. A famous Catalonian sweet pastry. I wanted you to try it.”

“It’s your favourite.” She said, matter of factly. At this point, they knew almost everything about each other.

Ona paused at the sentiment. The knowledge of just how close they were. “It is.”

She nodded.

“Will you try it?”

“Yes please.” She didn’t want to admit that she was starving, but her stomach suddenly growled and gave her away. She saw Ona soften from her stiff state and smile lightly.

She cut it into two pieces and put one on the plate in front of her. At the same time, they hesitantly picked it up and bit into it. The crema catalana in the middle of Ona’s ended up on her chin and Rosie couldn’t help but chuckle. She was more than aware of the urge to reach out and wipe it off.

“What?” Ona asked, lighting up at the sight of her laughing. Ona’s smile was something else entirely, her long dimples showing her happiness that made Rosie almost tremble.

She gestured to her chin and Ona caught on, wiping it off as her smile turned a little embarrassed.

“You like it?”

“I love it.” Rosie admitted, sucking the last piece of sugar off her finger. Only midway through did she realise what she was doing and saw Ona frozen, her eyes locked on her lips and the finger she was sucking.

She slowly pulled it out and felt redness creep up over her cheeks. They both looked away.

“So..”

Ona snapped out of it, back to her eyes. “So.”

“I have questions.”

“I’ll answer every single question you have.”

That was the reassurance she needed. “You’re… Ona Batlle.”

“That’s a question?”

“I’m not sure. I still think I’m lying in bed at home dreaming.”

“Do you wish that’s where you were?”

“I’m asking the questions.”

Ona nodded in acceptance. “Yes, I’m Ona Batlle.”

“And also my-” she cut herself off. “Also, Mari?”

“Yes… yes.” Ona said the second word softer, her eyes expressing her empathy.

She had so many questions. So many. But the main one was… “Why?”

Ona let out a ragged exhale of emotion as she leant on the table, as if trying to get closer to her. From the internet, Rosie knew Ona Batlle to be a very touchy person. Something that her Mari had also admitted. “I was lonely and sick of meeting people who didn’t care about who I was as a person beyond the player. My friend suggested that I meet someone online who can like me for me.”

Rosie hadn’t expected the honesty but it filled her with sympathy. The knowledge that Ona was truly being so vulnerable and honest with her was heartwarming and reassuring. It was exactly what she needed.

“Why didn’t you tell me..?” She croaked. “You had so many opportunities to do so!”

“I was worried you’d leave me, or begin to treat me different, or worse.”

“What’s worse than that?”

“You slowly drifting away from me.” She stared down at her hands on the table. Gorgeous hands, Rosie noticed. Long, slender fingers with the veins that extended up her- “It got to a point where you deserved to know, but it was already too late. I was already so in love with you. And you... you said you were in love with me too.”

Rosie remembered back to that specific night where they had both realised that somehow, across the world, the internet, without seeing each other nor meeting each other, they did truly love each other. Something she knew she’d hold onto forever. “You... were going to tell me that night?”

Ona’s jaw clenched and unclenched. “Yes.”

“But?”

“I got scared.” She thought for a moment longer, before she looked up, her light chocolate eyes glowing amber in the sunlight streaking through the window. Rosie could feel her lips part as she stared at her. She was beautiful. Ona was spaced out still, thinking while she tied her hair up in her signature messy bun.

They locked eyes, and it was impossible to deny the tension, the love, the magic between them. Even just sitting there, Rosie felt drawn to her, because she was her Mari.

“Why?” She asked again, knowing her answer already and just needing the confirmation. “Why did you get scared?”

“Because I realised that day that I love you.” Rosie felt the tears building at Ona’s words. “And I would have done anything to keep you in my life.”

Rosie placed her hand on the table without realising it, and Ona clocked it immediately. She copied, sliding her hand across like before, though only half-way this time. Rosie stared at her extended hand, a peace offering, and her emotions got the better of her.

She slid her hand across to meet Ona’s; the pads of their fingers touching each other’s. Both of them must have been holding a breath as they both exhaled, their shoulders dropping. Ona slid her fingers along Rosie’s, relishing the softness, until they were slightly tangled together, Ona’s thumb gently stroking the pad of her forefinger. Only at that moment did Rosie realise how sensitive hands could be.

Regardless of who she was, Mari or Ona, she was her person. The red bracelet on Ona’s delicate wrist proved as much.

“Earlier today you said that regardless of how I look, I’m your person. That the only person you want is me.” Rosie could have fallen into her eyes. “Is that still true?”

“I think that will always be true..” She paused, hesitating as she lowered her head a little.

“But..?” Ona coaxed, dipping her head down to see her face better.

“…but I think we need to talk this through. To get to know each other for who we really are, without the lies.”

It wasn’t unlike their original plan, to be fair. Except in one rather important way.

Ona flinched at her last word. “You still would like to do that with me?”

“It will take time. I think it’s best that I get a hotel and go from ther-”

“You don’t want to stay with me?”

Rosie immediately regretted saying it from the disappointed look on Ona’s face. “I think it’s probably for the best.”

“We will discuss it.” She said, like it was not a discussion.

“And like I said, it will take time-”

“-you can take all the time in the world that you want. I’m here. An open book from here on out.”

Rosie nodded in acceptance. “I can’t promise anything, Ona.”

Ona’s lips parted and she stared at Rosie’s, her eyes filling with something she couldn't place.

“Say it again,” she murmured in a low, needy voice.

“I.. I can’t promise-”

“No. My name. Say my name.”

Ah. Rosie understood then. She tightened her fingers that were still entangled in hers. “Ona.”

Ona’s eyes closed and she exhaled, her shoulders releasing pent up tension.

“Ona.” She said again. “Your name is Ona, and mine name is Rosie.”

“Rosie..” she whispered. Ona opened her eyes, a tear falling down each cheek and still, she looked absolutely beautiful.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ona.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Rosie.”

Rosie let her urges get the better of her, and she reached across the table to gently wipe the tears from her cheeks. When she went to pull away, Ona caught her hand and asked silently with her expression for permission before she cradled her face in her hand. A soft moan escaped Ona's lips as her eyes fluttered.

Rosie’s heart skipped a beat or two. Or three.

“I can’t believe you’re real, let alone that you’re here.”

“And I can’t believe you catfished me, but here we are.”

Ona didn’t expect the joke and her eyes opened, her expression sheepish. They were usually playful, flirty, teasing and comforting. To feel the dynamic in person was even better.

“Now what...?” Rosie asked.

“Now I’m going to buy you lunch.”

She rolled her eyes but knew better than to argue. Ona tended to be the more dominant one in that regard, Rosie thinking of herself more as a power bottom. She loved to pay for everything, even knowing that Ona made much more than her, but right now she was fine being taken care of.

They both knew that Ona had some making up to do.

“And then?” She asked, enjoying the fact that Ona’s pretty face was still cradled in her hand.

“And then we talk about where you’re going to stay.”

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Discord Lovers - 2

Sunsets and Footballers - ONE-SHOTS

Masterlist (other parts here)

Discord Lovers - 2 (4k)

ONA POV THE SUGGESTION – (reference Sunsets and Footballers chapter 86)

Ona was sick of sitting with feelings that hurt. She was sick of being out with the team, but Lucy wasn’t there, and knowing it’s because she was with someone else. Someone she loved. And looking at the two of them – she knew that was it. They were the authentic relationship Ona wished for as a child. To love and be loved.

She knew she was a lot physically. She loved to touch and kiss and share affection. Being Spanish just made that worse than it already was. But although she was so well liked, Ona struggled to find connection with anyone. Lucy had been the first in years, and now… now she had found her person.

Only one person had enough wisdom and knowledge of the entire messy situation to talk to. She needed to talk to Alexia, but she hadn’t been responding in days. Her next best bet was Ridley, who was also not answering, though she didn’t know if it was because of her thing with Alexia. The closest person to Alexia was… no one. Ridley. And the closest person to Ridley was YFN, though she didn’t have her number. Instead, she had to go the roundabout route and luckily, she knew some of the Barca girls would have been near her. Refusing to call Lucy, she called her next best option.

“Hi Keira.”

“Hi Ona,” Keira said loudly, against the background noise.

“You’re out in town? England?”

“Yeah, I’m just in London.”

“Out with family?”

“At Lucy’s with her family and a few others..” Keira said, almost warily mentioning Lucy.

“Is YFN there? I’d like to talk to her..”

“Oh…” she paused, obviously surprised. “Yeah, she’s sitting right next to me actually. You want to talk to her?”

“Yes, please.”

There was another pause and she heard Keira say, “She wants to talk to you,” before the next voice on the phone was that of YFN.

“Hi Ona,” she said politely, as if it weren’t a strange thing that she’d requested her.

“Hola YFN, how are you?”

“Broken, but good. Getting better everyday.”

“That’s good!” Ona hesitated. “Uh, I was just wonder if you know where Ridley is?”

A pause so brief, she didn’t know if she was lying. “I actually don’t, sorry. I know she and Alexia are sort of out of contact right now.”

No shit. “Oh…”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just want to talk to Alexia about some things…”

“Can I help you with anything?”

Ona couldn’t help but chuckle at the idea. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Would it happen to be about Luce?”

Fuck. She should have known YFN would see right through her. Ona opened and shut her mouth a few times, not knowing where she stood.

“I know you most likely don’t want to talk to me about it, but I get it… I do.”

Still, she had no idea what to say. It wasn’t like she was shy about these types of conversations, it was just unknown territory talking to the partner of someone she liked.

Thankfully, YFN let it sit there until she was ready.

“I’m sorry…” she whispered.

“You have nothing to be sorry for…” she immediately replied, and Ona knew it was the truth.

“Yes… and no – I…” She sighed, thinking about Lucy and how blinded she’d been by her feelings for her. She hadn’t been as hospitable towards YFN and she knew that. “It’s hard to find someone who like what I like…”

“Most footballers are gay, no?”

Not expecting that, Ona chuckled. “Si, but most are not for me.”

“Ah. Well. What hobbies do you have?”

“I mostly play football…”

“Well I hear you like to read?”

“Oh, yes!”

“What types of things?”

“Everything. The fantasy. The dragons. The sex.” She said, getting excited and knowing YFN would understand.

YFN laughed a cute, charming sound that made Ona feel comfortable.

“Hm, well. I think I may have just the perfect suggestion for you…”

“Oh?”

“Ona, you’re the type of person who needs to find someone to love you for you. Not Ona Batlle. You’re too authentic for that. You crave connection.”

How did she know people…her so well?! “I… do.”

“Ona, now just hear me out… what are your thoughts on anonymously meeting someone?”

“I.. I think it have lots of possibility, no? They get to know me for me but they might not like me.”

“Exactly. You can meet and talk to people without wondering if they’re just talking to you because you’re Ona Batlle. There’s a whole WOSO loving internet world out there full of online chats and-”

“I think I see some stories… they write stories, no?”

YFN gave a light chuckle. “They do and can get quite… interesting. I always keep an eye out on things so I know where the popularity is and what people are talking about. But there are a lot of people online who are self-confessed Ona lovers.”

Ona cringed a little at the idea. Before she could speak, YFN calmed her.

“Now just hear me out… there are a lot of your fans on the internet. They’re manic and obsessive and follow you and such, but some are different. Some have jumped out at me... there are authentic people. Not obsessive. But appreciative. They aren’t the people who harass you for photos and autographs after a game, they tend to just admire from afar. They like to see you do well, and are such a big supporter of you, even on your rough days. It makes me smile to see some of the things they write about you.”

“They.. writes stories?”

“Light-hearted fantasies, sure. Nothing like the dirty smut that everyone else seems to write.”

“Ah.. smut?”

Another more awkward chuckle. “Sex scenes and things with you. Listen.. I know it’s a lot, but I’ll send you a WOSO server link and just have a look through it, okay? When I see how they talk about you – something just clicks for me. Promise you’ll give it a thought? I’ll send you my phone number so we can keep in touch.”

Ona was unsure, but her curiosity won her over, especially with how YFN had described it. What the hell. With Alexia AWOL, she might as well. “I’ll take a look.”

THE BOX - (Reference Sunsets and Footballers chapter 98)

Ona pulled up at her house, relaxing at the sight she hadn’t seen since that morning. She’d had training, followed by interviews, photos, and then she had back-to-back catch ups with friends. Her social battery was well worn-out, and she was excited to just get home and call Rosie.

She couldn’t believe how quickly she’d become her comfort, even to the point of being teased by her teammates when they saw he grinning at her phone to her “secret lover.”

She slid out of her Cupra and shrugged her backpack on, walking towards her front door. Immediately, she froze. There was a box. Her eyes widened. It was her first package from Rosie. The one they thought was lost in the mail. Ona had been so hesitant to give her address, but she eventually decided that it was only fair given that she wasn’t fully open with Rosie about who she was.

She was practically jogging for it when she realised what it was. Crouching down, she smiled and her heart skipped a beat at the box with her address written in her handwriting. She reached out and stroked her fingers along the words. She was touching something that Rosie had touched.

Picking it up to inspect it, the box roughly beaten, but it was hers. And that made her smile.

Tucking it under her arm, she made her way inside, abandoning her backpack and setting the box down on the counter. She pulled her phone out and called her. She answered almost immediately.

“Hi, love.” Came that gorgeously sexy and reassuring voice from the other end. Ona took a breath, and closed her eyes for half a second just to hear it.

“It’s here.”

“…it’s…wait.. the box?!”

“The box.”

“I’d completely given up on it.”

“You and me both,” Ona chuckled.

“This has just made my day. I’m so happy! Have you opened it?”

“No, I wanted to be on the phone to you..”

“Mmn.” Ona always pictured that whenever she made that sound, she was biting her lip.

“Let it go.”

She made a surprised sound. “How did you..?”

“Your lip is mine. Be good.”

The next sound from her mouth was something similar to a moan. Ona imagined she was blushing, biting her lip and had caught herself again. “Mmnhmn. Yep. Open it please, I only have a few minutes and then I’m back to work…”

Grabbing the closest knife, Ona gently cut her way into the box.

“Just opening it now..” she said, giving Rosie the commentary she’d be wanting.

It was a box packed to the brim with snacks from her part of the world, her home. Sweet, savoury, all sorts. It was Rosie in a box. Ona’s heart skipped a beat knowing how special it all was, and how she’d individually chosen each thing she’d wanted her to try. Her bottom lip trembled, but not just from that. But because lying on top of everything, was her hoody.

Without instruction, she picked it up, unfolded it and pressed her face into the chest. Rosie’s perfume. This is what she smelled like.

And then she started to cry.

After their phone call, Ona laid in bed in Rosie’s hoody, her stomach fluttering like she was back in high school. She wore a content smile on her face, thinking about her. Knowing she was wearing something that Rosie had worn. And dreaming about meeting her. Touching her. Hugging her.

Just seeing her smile and watching to see if her dark eyes really would look like honey in the sun. Her little sunshine princess.

Right then, she knew she needed to tell YFN. Excitedly, she called her and it rung out. Remembering the event, she called Alexia instead.

“Hola Capitana, I’m sorry, I know you’re out, I was just trying to get hold of YFN?” Ona could practically see the confusion on Alexia’s face as her voice got further from the phone. "It's Ona... she wants to talk to you."

"Oh! Ona! How are you?" YFN said, excited that she was asking for her.

"Hola, YFN." Ona replied, unable to stop her grin.

The room was so loud around her that YFN was almost yelling. "Hola, Ona. Everything okay..?"

"Yes. I took your advice and uh... I think I met someone, but I don't know what to do."

“Ah, this is great news! Was it on the server I recommended?”

“Si.. er yes. Yes. Sorry, I know you are busy, I just want to tell you.”

“Oh Ona, that’s amazing. I don't even need to ask, because I can hear just how happy you are.” Ona blushed and was grateful she couldn’t see it. “Can I call you tomorrow? I want to hear all about her.”

Ona could tell she was being genuine. She always was. “After my morning training, okay? I will text you.”

“Perfect.”

The next day YFN called her almost immediately after Ona had texted. She seemed just as excited as she did about the topic of conversation.

Ona opened up about her – the woman she’d been talking to for months. Just her voice gave her comfort alone, with her cute islander accent as she spoke Spanish. Ona had hesitantly joined the server, only doing so because she trusted YFN. She’d made an anonymous account and started by following along with the comments and photos. YFN had helped her here and there with a good back story in case she was caught unawares. She didn’t ever intend on catfishing, she just wanted to be someone without the baggage that Ona the footballer had.

At the start, she’d been talking to someone else, and flirting of course. It was only natural. But then Rosie had come along, and that’s all she saw.

Ona had dropped everything just to be in her life. She was so warm and comforting. Somebody that everyone liked. But it was Ona she responded to first. Ona she flirted with openly in the server. Ona who she fell asleep to on the phone at night.

It had been terrifying, sending those first photos. She’d been so worried that she’d recognised her, but all Rosie saw was Ona for… Ona. Not the footballer. It had been even more terrifying to talk on the phone for the first time. Surely she’d recognise her voice? She hadn’t. Because it was just them, and Rosie had seemed just as nervous at the start.

It was a beautiful, personal thing between them, Ona’s moments talking to her were spent smiling and laughing so much her cheeks hurt…. which was counteracted by the feeling of guilt whenever she was alone.

Fuck. She had selfishly let this perfect, kind, caring, empathetic woman fall in love with a lie.

THE MEETING (reference Discord Lovers One-Shot)

Staring at the flight app, Ona nervously paced up and down her apartment, waiting for her to at least have disembarked the plane before messaging her.

Ona: Hi love, I see your flight landed safely. Welcome to Barcelona! Welcome to my home.. I know I’ve asked a few times but are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up from the airport?

She replied within minutes which felt like hours.

Rosie: Your home is beautiful. So much so, that I can see myself living here one day perhaps… It’s okay, we have a plan, yes?

The thought made her heart skip a beat and another wave of insecurity and guilt ran through her.

Ona: If you find me pretty, that is. And yes, we do..

Rosie: *eye roll emoji* I know you. Regardless of how you look. You’re my person. I’ll see you soon..

Her person.

Ona: I live just around the corner so message me when you’re there.

Rosie: Okay, love. What do you think the chances are that I’ll see one of the players?

Ona looked in the mirror and frowned. Disheartened, she messaged back honestly.

Ona: I dare say your chances are good, love.

Rosie: Don’t get jealous now, you know the only person I want is you.

Ona smiled at both the misinterpretation, and the reassurance.

“Will she want me?” She wondered aloud to the mirror, as if it were a Disney film and would somehow answer her.

Sighing, she looked down at the red bracelet from the first box she’d received. She’d worn it every single day, grumbling whenever she had to take it off for a game or hide it so Rosie wouldn’t spot it in photos.

Ona: I can’t wait to see you. To hold you. I’ll be the one with red bracelet on that you sent me…

Rosie: And I’ll be the one in the blue one you sent me…

Ona: Culers for life, we are.

Ona smiled at her phone like an idiot. For the next ten minutes she probably covered more ground in her apartment than during a 90-minute game. Plus stoppage. She’d cleaned her house to an immaculate level, hoping Rosie would still want to stay with her.

She’d dressed and undressed, never quite happy with the outfit, knowing that it would be the first thing she’d ever see her in.

Finally, she took a deep breath and checked herself in the mirror on more time, putting on a brave smile and leaving the apartment. She wandered down to a park just across the road from the café and found a ledge to lean against, fidgeting and staring at the front door.

Shortly after she’d arrived, a taxi stopped out the front and there she was. Even without seeing her before, she’d recognise her anywhere, even from the bits and pieces she’d seen in photos.

The shape of her body, the curve of her neck, the tattoo behind her ear. That beautiful tanned skin and those perfect, full lips. She was slightly shorter than Ona which they’d already joked about given how Ona was not at all tall.

She looked nervous, and excited. Ona couldn’t help but stare, completely smitten as Rosie smiled so bright at the taxi driver that she lit up the entire world.

Fuck.

She was beautiful. She was everything.. and more.

Grabbing her case, she paused outside the café to take a photo of it.

Ona smirked. What a tourist.

Rosie looked inside the café and just outside of it, though her eyes never went as far as Ona across the street. Not finding her – she walked inside and ordered, sitting down in a corner booth. She waited, fidgeting.

Ona frowned and looked at her phone. No message. She would have been concerned… however she knew she must have been just as nervous as Ona was.

Finally, her drink arrived. She took a large sip and set it down, taking a deep breath and touching her phone.

Ona’s phone buzzed and she scrambled for it.

Rosie: I’m at the café.

Ona: Okay baby, are you ready?

The last thing she wanted to do was push her. Everything from here on was on her terms.

Rosie: I think so..

Ona: On my way. Message me if you want me to wait at all... it’s okay.

Rosie: I want my hug.

Ona softened. All she wanted too, was to hug her. If that’s all she got from this, then she’d be happy with that.

Ona: Mmn. *smiling hearts emoji*

Ona waited for a few minutes, stuck between nerves, guilt and excitement. She watched Rosie fidget with her phone, the menu, her drink. Seeing her so nervous, she just wanted to be in her presence. And with that thought, Ona found her feet moving without her giving instruction – only when she opened the door to the café did she realise she was moving towards her.

As soon as the door opened, she felt Rosie’s eyes on her, and something inside her panicked. She didn’t look at her, instead looking down to make sure her phone was muted, and send a panicked text to YFN.

Ona: She’s here.

Before waiting for a reply, she grabbed a menu and pretended to look at it. When she got to the counter, she ended up ordering the same as usual, as well as a favourite sweet pastry of hers for Rosie to try.

She felt her phone buzz and looked down, expecting YFN.

Rosie: Baby, Ona is here.

She swallowed.

Ona: Are you going to say hello?

She knew full well that she wouldn’t.

Rosie: I don’t want to be one of those fangirls. I’m so much more than that. I respect her so much more than that.

Ona: I know… it’s why I love you.

When her name was called, Ona collected her drink and seeing YFN calling, she scrambled outside to answer.

“Hola Ona, is everything okay..?” YFN asked, as patient and comforting as ever.

“She’s here.” She said – her voice cracking. She’d been on and off the phone to YFN for the past few days in the lead up to Rosie visiting.

“Deep breaths,” she calmed. “You’re just panicking, and that’s okay. That’s normal.”

Her phone buzzed and she looked at it.

Rosie: Are you close?

She trembled and began to pace again.

“I… she’s here. I see her.”

“She’s in the café?”

“Si.”

“And you are in the café?”

“No.. I walk in but I panic and walk out.”

“Okay just close your eyes, take a few more deep breaths in and out… that’s it… and I want you to remember why you’re here.”

“Because.. because I want to meet her.”

“You want to meet the person you’ve fallen in love with. You want to give her honesty. She deserves to know who you are, and you deserve for her to know the real you, Ona.”

The tears were so close. “But what if she doesn’t forgive me?”

“Ona, listen to me. She feels just as strongly for you, as you do for her. She isn’t the type of person to walk away like that. She will probably need time… but it’s now or never. Be strong. Think of the relationship you could have with her. Think of what tomorrow may bring once this is over.”

“You’re right..” she said, and realised she’d stopped pacing.

She needed to be strong for her.

“Go get your girl.”

Ona hung up and turned around, walking straight for the café again. Swinging the door open, her eyes found Rosie. She startled, blushing and looking down at her menu, pretending to read it. Ona noticed her leg bouncing under the table.

Calming and slowing herself, she walked to the booth and slid in opposite her. God, she smelled great. Just like the perfume on the hoody she’d given her.

Rosie took a noticeable breath and looked up, startling yet again. Her eyes widened but not because of who she was, but rather like she had done something wrong. Behind her eyes ran thoughts a hundred miles-a-minute. She saw them swimming there, alongside so many questions and worries for Ona and what she needed.

Ona wanted to say something, but thought it was best not to. Nothing she could say would justify what she’d done. Her expression softening. The longer they sat there, the more Rosie’s eyebrows creased, her worry evident in her face. Ona sighed and communicated with body language.

It’s me.

“I… I.. d..did Mari send you?” she managed to whisper.

She was so kind and trusting that she hadn’t realised. She thought Mari had done this as a surprised. Ona hesitated and then slowly nodded.

“She said she’d be here soon..”

Ona didn’t say anything. She knew her guilt was now written all over her face. Rosie deserved all of the apologies in the world.

Suddenly, something clicked. Rosie looked down at Ona’s wrist resting gently on the table and spotted her red bracelet.

Ona’s eyes found Rosie’s blue one.

A tear fell down one of Rosie’s cheeks which immediately made Ona want to cry. To get on her knees and beg for forgiveness.

She felt her bottom lip tremble and slowly reaching out, offering her hand for Rosie to take. She didn’t move, but neither did Ona. She could be patient. She could be whatever Rosie wanted her to be.

Her extended hand seemed to be confirmation and Rosie inhaled sharply, her breath stuttering with her emotions. Her eyes flicked up to meet Ona’s.

And then she slid out of the booth and walked away.

Ona’s stomach dropped as she stared blankly at the empty seat across from her – her hand still extended across the table.

She was gone. This was really happening. She’d just lost her.

The tears began to roll down her cheeks, the flow unable to be stopped by anything. Ona pulled her hand back in and cuddled into herself.

“You forgot your xuixo.” Said a waitress – breaking her from her stupor.

Ona quickly wiped her tears away with the cuffs of her shirt while the girl gave her an empathetic smile and put the sweet pastry down on the table with two plates, one in front of Ona, and the other in front of the recently vacated seat opposite her.

“It.. it’s okay. It’s just for me.”

The girl gave her a reassuring smile. “She’ll be back.”

When Ona looked confused, she took a step back and gestured at the suitcase and backpack Rosie had left behind.

[jaegeraether]

Happy Valentine’s Day♥️💕

Happy Valentine’s Day from Australia! 🐨💕

[jaegeraether]

Scandal

Sunsets and Footballers - ONE-SHOTS

Happy Valentine's Day! 💕

Masterlist (other parts here)

Scandal (1k)

YFN POV

“Christ,” YFN groaned as she slammed her laptop closed and shut her eyes.

She tried to stop and try to take her own personal relationships out of the situation. She needed to be professional and withdrawn, but the video had taken her by surprise, and the more she thought about it, the more she wrinkled her nose.

Lucy’s lips found her cheek and kissed softly. “A nose wrinkle. That can’t be good.”

“Mmnhmn.” Was all she could seem to respond.

“Can I se-”

“-no.”

Lucy chuckled. “Do you need a distraction?”

“After I watch this video and fix the situation? Yes. Please.”

“On a scale of one to ten?”

“Ten fucking ten, all of the distraction.” She opened her eyes and turned to see Lucy’s flashing behind her glasses.

“I have ten minutes left of weights. Then you can be my cardio finish for the day.”

The thing about Lucy making her a cardio session was that she took it very seriously. It was never just a ten minute fuck. It was always multiple hours, positions, bed-creaking, breath-catching, begging, gasping, clawing for dear fucking life.

And YFN knew that the footballer took pride in watching her tenderly walk around the next day or so. The proud grin, the pauses just to watch as she blushed and tried to walk like she wasn’t just fucked into practical disability.

“I’ll put in my application for a disability permit when I’m done.”

“Good girl.” She chuckled and cupped her jaw to kiss her ever-so-gently on the lips.. as if to make a point that it would be the last soft touch she’d get from her that day.

YFN watched as Lucy walked away in her loose gym shorts, her ass as spectacular as ever. Catching herself watching and biting her lip, she shook her head and turned back to the laptop. This was her job.

Taking a deep breath, she opened it again and pressed play from the beginning.

The video was shot in high resolution through the window of a hotel, which must have been purely by luck that they’d spotted them.

Ridley backed Alexia up to the full length hotel window, her eyes dark and playful. She slid her knee between her thighs and pressed, watching Alexia’s reaction. Then, she kissed her. Softly at first, and then as she tilted her head, it was more deep and intimate, yet still slow. Ridley cradled her face gently, one hand sliding down her body and appreciating everything along the way.

Alexia’s throat, collarbone, breasts, lats – she stopped at her waist, sliding around and pulling her body close to her.

Ridley’s mouth slid down over her chin and to her neck – Alexia tilting back, her eyes fluttering closed. After enjoying it for half a minute, a sudden change came about her and she grabbed onto Ridley’s hair, yanking her head back roughly. Although she’d had her mouth ripped from her neck, Ridley’s smirk made it obvious she enjoyed it.

Pushing against her and away from the glass wall, Alexia murmured something to Ridley and lightly brushed her lips along her jaw almost threateningly.

With another tug of her hair, and another murmur of words, Alexia walked away, leaving Ridley very much battling her lust for her which was evident as she rolled her neck and flexed her jaw, her eyes rolling and catching themselves, completely at war with herself.

She tried to compose herself, taking a few deep breaths before a hand closed around her throat, and Alexia’s teeth were on her earlobe. Ridley exhaled in what could have been a groan, her eyes rolling back as Alexia’s hand squeezed tighter and her body pressed up against her back.

The Spaniard whispered something again into her ear and then Ridley was willingly being dragged backwards into the room by her throat by the famous footballer.

It was such an intimate moment, that was for no one’s eyes but their own. And now, it was being used as blackmail. Luckily YFN was fantastic at her job, and received a heads up prior to them publishing it. As Alexia and Ridley’s friends, but also their business partner, she needed to make sure the video never saw the light of day. And then – she’d contact her friends and let them know she’d sorted it.

YFN exhaled a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. Of course it was hot, she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t. Ridley and Alexia were two incredibly attractive people and their relationship was something beyond anything she’d witness two people sharing. There was so much there between them… and then there was the lust… something she shared with how Lucy made her feel.

“Well that was fucking hot.” Lucy commented from behind her.

YFN spun, eyes wide to see her cheeky expression. The footballer suddenly tilted her head as she looked at YFN, her eyes darkening.

“Want to make a sex tape, little one?”

[jaegeraether]

Alexia's Nike photoshoot is so hot  🥵🥵 Could you please write a one shot with Ridley reacting to it? (or even just a small blurb) ❤️❤️❤️

She’s a goddess 🥵

Mmn, that’s certainly a thought.. 🙈

[jaegeraether]

Amazing as always♥️

No, you are. ❤️ 💁🏻‍♀️

[jaegeraether]

hope the threat turned you on enough to get some inspiration to write that part 2 xxx 😚

Needy. 😉

[jaegeraether]

I’m not kidding jae- if you don’t drop the smuttiest sexiest makes me want to rip my hair out cause I’m so jealous part 2 to that story you just posted

we are going to have some serious problems 😅

Little did you know, threats actually turn me on. 🤷🏻‍♀️