#UGH INGRID!

[hiamabbass]

I swear I shall die when you leave.

The Vampire Lovers (1970) dir. Roy Ward Baker

[wistfulwatcher]

CARLA GUGINO as INGRID CORTEZ in SPY KIDS

[urayuli]

after one million years. she is here. everyone say hiiiii dr. oakleyyyyy and also dr oakley's daughterrrrr

[sleepy-bear-tm]

Dimitri in Three Hopes watching Edelgard and Claude radically change their countries in Fodlan while his hands are tied with having to protect the church

[taylordoesdraw]

✨under the stars✨

[dobercorgis]

Feh rlly be dragging me back each time I try to quit

[rainily-03]

some things i've drawn since finishing AM

image IDs under the cut!

[image 1 ID: digital art of Edelgard (post-timeskip design) from Fire Emblem: Three Houses. She is facing forwards with an angry/determined expression, one fist clenched in front of her and the other arm outstretched as though giving orders. There is blood dripping from her fist and from her left eye. It is an uncolored sketch aside from the blood and the background being dark red. End ID]

[image 2 ID: Byleth and the Blue Lions (pre-timeskip designs incorporating some headcanons), standing in a lineup against a white background. Notes are written around the characters with arrows pointing to them. Byleth's read "shaggy hair (cuts it themself)", "always looks bored", and "gender = ???". Dimitri's read "very intense stare", "lanky", and "awkwardly big hands & feet". Dedue's read "earrings" and "always furrowed brow". Ingrid's read "fine, straight hair" and "long legs". Sylvain's read "messy hair on purpose" and "muscular". Felix's read "ears stick out" and "wiry (thin but strong)". Annette's reads "petite". Mercedes' read "downturned eyes" and "tall and curvy". Ashe's read "upturned nose" and "skinny". End ID]

[image 3 ID: three busts followed by four simple full-body drawings of the artist's personal female Byleth design. The first bust is labeled "Academy" and shows Byleth with blue hair and a neutral expression. The second is labeled "War" and shows Byleth in profile, green hair in a ponytail, with a determined expression and a scar on her cheek. The third is labeled "Post-canon (AM)" and shows Byleth with shorter, wavier hair, wearing the Enlightened One outfit and smiling. Three of the full-body sketches show layers of Byleth's outfit, altering it somewhat to make it more practical and less sexualized. The fourth is labeled "casual/work" and shows Byleth wearing a dark gray sweater over a pink collared shirt, black shorts over patterned tights, and short black boots. End ID]

[image 4 ID: a simple four-panel comic. In the first, Sylvain is clinging onto Felix, burying his head in his chest and crying while Felix looks bored and pats his back. Sylvain is saying, "UGH Felix why did I do that I'm such an idiot." Felix responds, "Well at least you're my idiot." In the next two panels, Sylvain looks momentarily startled before looking up at Felix with an adoring expression. In the last panel, a slightly disturbed Felix watches from afar as Sylvain walks by, surrounded by hearts and looking blissful, saying to himself, "I'm Felix's idiot..." Felix thinks, "He's so easy to cheer up but at what cost..." End ID]

[pitchsidestories]

coming home II Guro Reiten x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1190

summary: Guro and you can't wait to be reunited again after you both were away with your Norwegian and Swedish national team.

a/n: Hi, it's inspired by this request here, we hope you have fun with this little, fluffy oneshot.

“Earth to Guro.”, Caroline Graham Hansen spoke visibly frustrated to her fellow Norwegian teammate who was typing and smiling at her phone, but not taking any notice of the rest of the group which was very unlike her.

It was a beautiful day in their home country and yet Guro wished herself back to the rainy streets of London, where you and her would lay in your shared bed, listening to the noise the raindrops made against the large windows.  

“Huh?”, she glanced puzzled at the Barcelona player.

“We’re here.”, Caroline reminded her.

“Sorry, just texted my..”, the Chelsea forward started to apologize.

Maren who was the most familiar with her and the smile she had on her lips while thinking about you interrupted her softly:” Your girlfriend? You’ll see her soon enough.”

“Ugh.”, the Barcelona footballer groaned.

“Don’t ugh me, Caro.”, Guro laughed.

“You’re so in love, it’s disgusting.”, Caroline shrugged.

“Ignore the black cat, Guro. We’re happy you found each other.”, Ada threw in smiling amused.

“We’re happy.”, the other player repeated scoffing.

“All of us except for Caro.”, Ingrid corrected the prior sentence of the Lyon footballer.

“Thanks, girls. I’m really happy with her.”, Guro beamed.

“We get it.”, Caroline muttered, eager to play.

The game went not in the favour of the Norwegians, they lost and played under their own high expectations. The Chelsea forward was relieved once she was able to get to her hotel room and video call you.

 “Can’t wait to see you again, the match was awful.”, she confessed.

“Not that long anymore, one game to go.”, you tried to cheer her up, you were away with your Swedish national team.

“I know.”, Guro admitted.

“You can do this, captain Guro.”, you assured her. Unfortunately, you weren’t alone in your room, Magdalena and Fridolina were sitting opposite of you, giggling at your motivational speech.

“What’s so funny.”, your girlfriend wanted to know.

“Magda, Frido, shut it., you scolded your teammates, before turning back to her, sorry min älskling.”

“Thanks.”, Guro replied.

“Better, right?”

“Yes, a lot.”, she confirmed. Afterwards you continued to talk about your days.

Way to soon, Magdalena reminded you:” It’s dinner time.”

“Damn it, she’s right.”, you cursed.

“Why are your teammates so horrible.”, your girlfriend questioned grinning.

“They are the worst.”, you agreed jokingly.

“Lies, you love us!”, Fridolina protested.

“Yeah, sometimes.”, you answered truthfully.

“See?”, the Bayern Munich defender gave you a winning smile.

“Bye, Guro, hope the grandmas here fall asleep early, so we can continue talking later.”, you said goodbye to her with a heavy heart.

“I hope so too.”, Guro said.

Of course it was raining when you arrived back in London.

Dragging your suitcase behind you, you opened the door to your shared apartment.

“I’m home!“, you called, knowing that Guro must be somewhere. She had let you know via text that she would arrived a few hours before you.

You kicked off your shoes and left your suitcase in the middle of the floor.

Guros face appeared in the doorway leading to your kitchen: “Finally!“

“God, I missed you.“, you smiled at the sight of your girlfriend and jogged over to her to jump into her arms.

Guro, being a similar height as you, almost lost her balance but regained it in the last moment before you both would have tumbled to the floor.

“Missed you too.“

She kissed your cheek before putting you back down.

You sat down at the kitchen table. Without a word, your girlfriend placed a cup of water and a freshly brewed coffee in front of you.

You marvelled at the thoughtfulness. It was exactly what you needed after a long flight.

As soon as she sat down with you, her own coffee in hand, you asked: “How was camp? Tell me everything.“

“Good, really.“, Guro answered plainly but you could tell from the way her face lit up that it actually had been a good camp for her.

You nodded, satisfied with her answer: “That’s great. What kind of food would you like to order? The usual? The bill is on me.“

Your girlfriend smirked at the quick change of topic: “Someone’s in a good mood.“

“Yeah, we won both of our games.“, you explained laughing.

“I saw that.“

“Did you see my goals too?“, you asked innocently while typing on your phone. The order from your favourite restaurant was quickly placed.

“Of course, I did.“

“Pretty nice, huh?“, you bragged jokingly.

Guro wrinkled her nose, rather unimpressed, and shrugged: “They were okay.“

“Only okay?!“, you repeated, feigning offense.

“Yes, only okay.“

You leaned over, poking your girlfriend in the side repeatedly. You knew how ticklish she was.

“Hey, stop that!“, she protested, trying to protect her torso from you.

“Stop what?“, you played dumb, continuing to annoy her until she burst out laughing.

“This!“

“Oh, that.“

“Stop it!“

You finally backed off, giving her time to catch her breath: “Okay, okay.“

“Thanks.“, she sighed.

The doorbell interrupted you anyway.

“Oh, our dinner is here.“, you announced excitedly and stood up.

Your stomach growled as you took the food inside. The smell of take-away immediately filled the kitchen.

“Finally.“, Guro said, impatiently opening the styrofoam boxes.

You took the first bite and hummed: “Delicious as always.“

“I missed this food so much.”, the Norwegian admitted grinning. The varieties of meals you could order in London would never fail to amaze your girlfriend and yourself.

“Same but more than me?”, you replied in a teasingly tone.

“Yes, of course.”, Guro joked before taking another bite.

“What do you want to do now?”, you changed the topic swiftly.

“Like right now?”, the brunette lifted an eyebrow.

“Yes.”, you nodded enthusiastically. Being back with the person you loved most reenergized you like nothing else did.

“Spend time with you.”, she answered genuinely.

Later you both laid together lazily on your sofa and Guro called your Chelsea captain with a smirk on her face:” Hi Millie.”

“What’s up?”, the blonde responded.

“Y/n and I are busy doing gay things and we might not be at training tomorrow.”, the Scandinavian explained.

“Too much information.”, Millie giggled.

“Just letting you know.”, Guro told her friend innocently.

“I’m not covering for you tomorrow.”, the Defender announced determined.

“Please, you owe me that.”, your girlfriend reminded her sweetly.  

“Fine, but don’t ever call me again.”, Millie groaned dramatically.

“Thanks, see you.”, Guro responded gratefully.

“Bye.”, with these words they hang up.

“Gay things?”, you snorted once she has ended the call and looked into your eyes again.

“Yes, we have all night.”, the midfielder winked at you.

“And tomorrow as well.”, you remembered.

“Yes, I’ve to make up for the time we didn’t see each other.”, Guro proclaimed.

“Come here.”, you said beaming, opening your arms for a hug which she happily accepted.

With closed eyes you whispered into her ear:” You’re home now.”

Both of you knew you felt comfortable everywhere in the world, but home to you wasn’t a place, it was each other. Coming home meant returning to one another and it was one of the best feelings in the world.

[mj0702]

Für @tammel0808 .... geh hearst küss die haaaaand 🤣🤣

“Hey Lucy...” Keira approached her ex-girlfriend after training “... would you mind if I take Bitsy with me...”

“Take her” Lucy waved off “... you keeping her over night?”

“I would like to keep her” the blonde englishwoman said “... if she wants to stay”

“I'm not a puppy that you can push around you know” you grumbled walking past

“Don't be so touchy...” your sister rolled her eyes at you “... I really appreciate Keis offer.... gives me some Ona and me time”

“Ew...” you heaved jumping a little further away from your sister

“Mi neña...” you heard Mapí call out for you and the second you look up there was a ball flying towards you “.... show Alexia the thing you can do”

“Ehrm... which thing?” you looked at the tattooed spaniard confused after you stopped the ball with the inside of your right foot bringing it down in one fluid motion

“You know... the dribbling thing... with foot knee foot foot knee knee head flip knee shoot” Mapí said excited jumping up and down a little bit

“Ah... wait... I want to do it good... I want four defenders and Mario and Putellas in midfield” you smirked catching up on what Mapí wanted “Any volunteers?”

“Yeah no... not getting outplayed by a cripple” Lucy snorted “... again”

“Oooooh Onaaaaa” you sing-songed smiling widely at the small spaniard

“Do I have to??” Ona whined making Lucy and Keira chuckle

“Yeah well... I need defenders... double date backline??” you grinned wolfish

“No Kjæreste... I'm not going up against you...” the dark haired norwegian said taking another sip out of her water bottle

“You scared?” you tried to bait Ingrid into joining

“Of you? No...” Ingrid snorted “... but I had a very intense trainings session and just want to go to recovery”

“Ugh... boring” you rolled her eyes “León... get a backline together and I'll show Putellas how real footy is played”

“What's with the last name calling?” Alexia wondered looking confused at you

“I'm not talking to you” you huffed turning around so your back was facing her

“What did I do??” the blonde captain wondered looking lost at Ona and Lucy

“Probably nothing” Lucy shrugged her shoulders ignoring your mood

“What did Alexia do Bebita...” Ona said softly pulling you into her side lovingly

“No” you huffed again “... make her go away first”

“I didn't do anything!!” Alexia held up her hands getting more confused by the second

“Ale... mind taking two steps back?” the small spaniard chuckled knowing you sometimes liked being a little overdramatic and the blonde did as Ona asked “See Bebita... Ales gone... now tell me por favor”

“She was so mean Ona... so mean” you said offended “.... she just let the door fall shut... right in me face... I had to wait for Mario to let me in... I don't have a stupid door opening card so I was standing around like an idiot for eight minutes... EIGHT MINUTES.... I hope her feet fall off”

Ona just blinked at your outburst not knowing what to say. You got into a mood with Alexia over a door. Sometimes Ona doesn't know if you were serious or playing her. But seeing Lucy shaking her head in disbelieve telling her you were serious.

“Bebita...” the blonde said carefully “... Alexia might not have heard that you were behind her... you know we always have to close the door behind us so no random fans slip in unseen”

“I'm not some random fan” you huffed pushing a little away from Ona “... she knows how to score a topspin but doesn't know how to hold open a door?? I mean I know you footballer are dense sometimes but THIS was ridiculous”

“Bebita...” Ona tried again in a calm voice “... did you made yourself known to Alexia? Did you call out for her or anything?”

“Well... no” you looked offended at Ona “... if she would pay attention to her surroundings she would've seen me jogging down the sidewall towards her”

“Can someone explain to me what I did??” Alexia asked carefully from about ten meters down the side line

“I hope your feet fall off” you snapped towards her and Keira interfered your outburst by just pulling you away from Ona and Alexia

“You didn't held the door open” Lucy rolled her eyes seeing how Keira deals with your behaviour

“What door?” the blonde asked confused

“Before training... she was jogging towards you and you let the door fall shut and she had to wait for Mario to let her in” your sister shook her head “Sorry”

“I... don't understand” Alexia said bewildered

“You don't have to...” Lucy waved off “... ignore her and let Keira sort it out... oh and if she tries to get you to play against her now... don't... Millie taught her how to slide tackle”

“I would like to see the trick Mapí spoke about” the blonde spaniard said interested looking past her teammate seeing how Keira talked to you sternly and how you were pouting your arms crossed in front of your chest

“Not today Capi... trust me... better not today” your sister clapped her friends shoulder grinning “.... she'll go for your shins... Millie and Rachel taught her... she was more midfielder but damn she could bite ankles if the defence needed help”

“So... I'll just let her?” Alexia asked carefully chewing on her lip

“Let Kei handle it..” Lucy smiled “... don't know where Bubs mood comes from... it has nothing to do with the door – she just needed something to give her a reason to get grumpy”

“Are you serious Bitsy?” Keira asked you shaking her head “Because Alexia didn't held open a door?”

“She could keep an eye on her surroundings” you grumbled back

“And now you try that again telling me what the real problem is” the blonde rolled her eyes knowing you well enough that you just needed a cover up

“Lucy doesn't want me around anymore” you grumbled darkly

“That's not true Bits...” Keira said softly “... and you know it's not true”

“She just said you should “keep me”... like I'm some old doggo who doesn't have a home”

“Bitsy” the blonde huffed her voice soft “... stop... you know that's not the case... I asked if she would give you up for one evening because there's something I want to talk to you about”

“I did nothing I swear...” you immediately lifted your hands “... and if James says otherwise it's a lie”

“Why are we talking about LJ right now??” Keira raised an eyebrow suspecting something

“We're not” you quickly said “... what we're talking about in general?”

“Mhm... why am I not believing you?” the blonde said getting into a defensive stance

“Let's just say she maybe's going to get a little visit....” you mumbled “... from the tax agency”

“Y/n!!!” Keira groaned “Why?? Can't you just let it be??”

“No...” you huffed but your voice betrayed you and it came out as a whine

“Ugh Bitsy...” the blonde huffed but still there was a smile playing around her lips “... get your stuff... you can shower at home”

“Kei?” you asked a little ashamed

“Yes?” Keira looked expectantly at you

“Can we have Tacos for dinner?” you started to dig your toes into the green

“No... we'll have chicken with rice and vegetables” the blonde shot down your craving for fast food

“Aaaawww maaaan” you whined theatrically

“Stop the drama... get your stuff” Keira rolled her eyes pushing you forward gently

“You're uncharacteristically quiet tonight” Keira said with a raised eyebrow gathering some rice on her fork

“Nothing to say” you said flatly poking the chicken again

“You don't have to poke the chicken for minutes – it's already dead” the blonde looked at you trying to read you

“It's so blunt” you pointed out “... not really hungry anymore”

“Please Bits... a little more okay...” Keira said softly “... I know it's hard but you've barley eaten”

“Because it tastes like nothing” you huffed but picked up your fork again knowing Keira was much more strict than Lucy when it comes to food

“Then go into the kitchen and get some spices” the blonde smiled

“Naah... too much effort” you sighed poking back into the chicken

“Bitsy” Keira said softly “Talk to me... what's bothering you”

“Why doesn't Lucy want me anymore?” you asked sadly looking down on your plate

“Oh Bits...” the blonde sighed deeply “... you know that's not true”

“But she just pushed me over to you... without negotiating or anything” you said quietly

“Because she knows you're safe with me” Keira said softly “... and she knows that I have my reasons when I want you over at mines”

“What are your reasons?” you asked suspiciously

“Dinner first...” the blonde said pointing her fork at your still very full plate

“But I....” you started but quickly got interrupted

“No buts...” Keira shot you down “... you know where the spices are... use them if my cooking is to blunt for you”

“It IS blunt” you exclaimed

“I seasoned it...” the blonde shot back

“Using 1.2g of salt on 2 pounds of chicken is NOT seasoning” you said bewildered

“Salt and pepper” Keira rolled her eyes

“WHERE???” you asked flabbergasted when you turned over the chicken on your plate multiple times

“You can complain as much as you want... you're going to eat it” the blonde grumbled “... so either you season it yourself to your liking or you shut up and start chewing – I know you Bits.. I know you're trying to distract me”

“Ugh” you rolled your eyes but eventually got up to rob Keiras spice rack

“Keira....” you whined about 30 minutes later “... I'm stuffed”

“You did good Bits” Keira smiled when she saw the nearly empty plate “... I'm proud of you”

“I feel like I'm gonna be sick” you groaned laying your head on the table

“Come on Bitsy.... let's get you on the couch” the blonde said softly pulling you back up again

“You said you wanted to talk” you said lowly as you let Keira manoeuvre you down on the couch

“And we'll talk...” Keira said a little nervous “... after I did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen”

“So you buying time again” you huffed turning on your side groaning lightly

“I just want to talk to you in peace and quiet and not when I see them plates still on the table” the blonde said starting to clean the table

“I can help...” you offered pushing yourself up again

“Bits stay” Keira said from the kitchen “... the last time you helped I needed new plates AND new cups”

“THAT was not me fault” you exclaimed sinking down onto the couch again “... that was Tweedledumb fault... she jump scared me”

“I don't care... no helping” the blonde sing-songed

“Everything done...” Keira came out of the kitchen drying her hands on a towel “.... Bitsy?”

“Hm?” you mumbled asleep

“Wakey wakey Bits... come on...” the blonde gently stroked over your hair

“Five more minutes” you mumbled turning away from Keira

“I'm aware of your five minutes” Keira chuckled as she moved to scratch your neck lightly “... wake up Bits”

“Keiraaaaaa” you whined pressing your face into the couch pillow

“Come on Bits....” the blonde said softly “... sit up for me”

“Noooooooo” you whined again making Keira chuckle again as she pulled you into a sitting position your head immediately lulling to the side

“Oh Bits...” Keira sighed “.... you need to wake up for me... come on... don't make me get the washcloth”

“No.... not the washcloth... always so cold” you continued to whine

“Open your pretty eyes Bitsy...” the blonde said lovingly stroking some hairs out of your face “There we are”

“Hey Kei” you mumbled sleepy your eyes half open

“Are you able to follow my words Bits?” Keira checked on your mental state

“I think so” you mumbled tiredly

“Okay.. this is not easy but I want you to listen to me okay?” the blonde sighed deeply

“Okay...” you said nearly asleep again

“You know that Lucy and I are separated for quiet some time now right” Keira said and if you'd been more awake you would've noticed how nervous she got

“Yeah well... she has a spaniard now...” you shrugged

“Yeah... and that's good... you like Ona right?” the blonde asked getting more nervous with every passing minute

“I do... why?” you woke up more and looked at Keira confused

“Well...” Keira started but suddenly it all made sense in your head and you interrupted her

“Oh my god!!!” you bursted out shocked “... you like the spaniard too!!! Oh my god – no Keira... that's not good... No no no no no”

“BITSY” the blonde exclaimed trying to get you attention back on her “... I DON'T like Ona in that way... she's just a good friend okay”

“Oh thank fuck” you sighed out relieved before you became big eyes again “Oh god... you still like Lucy!!!”

“Bitsy no” Keira rolled her eyes “Lucy and I basically share custody over you... we... co-parent”

“Ew... that sounds wrong” you scrunched up your nose

“But it's true” the blonde shrugged “... but that's not why I wanted to talk to you... I know you have your problems with.. changes but please listen to me until I'm finished”

“Why do I suddenly feel like this is you telling me you don't want me anymore too?” you mumbled unsure

“Stop getting in your own head... that's not true and you know it” Keira rolled her eyes at your dramatics “.. but there is something I want to tell you”

“Oh my god... you're pregnant... wait... no... you can't be pregnant” you panicked before calming down slightly

“Exactly... not pregnant” the blonde chuckled at your horrified face

“Yeah I realized that too...” you huffed out “... you need to have sex to get pregnant”

“I'm... I'm... I'm...” Keira started to stammer but in reality she was at loss for words

“I know you don't have sex..” this time you rolled your eyes “... you're far to tense”

“You're unbelievable... and not in the good way...” the blonde just shook her head in disbelieve

“So... you brought me here to tell me you don't have sex... that's... okay... I bet you... have ways... to.. take care of that” you said a little queasy

“Oh my god Bitsy... I met someone and I want you to meet her because I really like her but I know you freak out if I just throw you into the situation” Keira bursted out

“You.. what?” you asked dumbstruck

“I met someone and I really like her” the blonde said now calmer after she took a deep breath

“Okay...” you said slowly not really grabbing the depth of the situation

“Breath Bits...” Keira said softly “... I know it's a lot at once... but...”

“Who...” you asked confused interrupting the blonde successfully “... no wait... you got yourself a spaniard too... if it's the flawless spaniard I'm gonna scream... or shoot myself... THAT'S why she nearly ran from training... she needed to get home to make herself presentable... oh my god is she on the way here.. please say no.. I couldn't deal with another spaniard in the family... one is enough... they have NO sense of personal space OR language barriers... I mean she asks people if they work.. who does that?”

“BITSY!!!” Keira yelled to get your attention back on her and out of your spiralling

“Huh? Yes?” you looked at her confused

“I never thought I'll say that.. but PLEASE stop thinking for a second and just listen okay?” the blonde stressed out “... No, it's not Aitana... Her name is Laura”

“Laura? What a weird name” you mumbled but the death glare send by Keira shut you right up

“... she's Austrian and was playing for Rome but she'll move to Cologne..” Keira said more calm “... we met at the Euros... nothing happened back then but we stayed in contact and at some point we noticed there might be more... so we went out a few times and then.. yeah...”

“What... she slipped and landed naked on top of you...” you said sarcastically “... yeah I know... it happens a lot”

“Ugh Bitsy” the blonde groaned “No... we noticed we're good for each other... she helped me a lot after the Euros to refocus”

“I don't wanna know how...” you grumbled already feeling a pang of jealousy in your chest at the thought of having to share Keira too

“Bits no...” Keira of course immediately saw through you “... stop creating scenarios in your head... she's not going to take your place... nor is she taking me away from you okay... all I ask from you is to please give her a chance... If you two don't get along – which I'm 100% sure you will – I won't choose between you... I really like her Bits but I would never give you up for anyone... I'll just have to make it work somehow”

“Can I google her?” you grumbled not really convinced

“Laura Feiersinger” the blonde sighed knowing it'll be hard to get you to agree to meet her girlfriend

“Hm...” you hummed once you put in the name “.... she looks... down-to-earth”

“She is...” Keira agreed “... I promise Bits just one meeting okay... nothing big... wherever you want... here.. beach... coffee”

“There's a Tapas place near the Sagrada I wanted to try but Ona always says no because there too many tourists” you said nonchalantly

“Thank you” the blonde said relieved

“Bitsy could you please not look like I fed you a pound of lemons before we left” Keira mumbled next to you “I know you're always weary about new people but could you PLEASE fix your face?”

“I'm trying okay...” you grumbled back “... but there are so many people looking over... I don't like them looking over”

“They don't look at you...” the blonde kept her voice low

“Then fix YOUR face so they don't look at you” you mumbled feeling more and more uncomfortable

“Okay... give me a second” Keira sighed pulling out her phone

“What are you doing?” you asked confused

“We're moving location” the blonde answered distracted “... this has no value if you getting more and more uncomfortable”

“But...” you said confused

“It's okay Bitsy... I already had a back up plan...” Keira smiled softly “... come on”

“Hey...” Keira said softly hugging a brown haired woman tightly

“Hey... good to see you again” the woman answered as she hugged Keira back

You made yourself known by clearing your throat loudly making Keira chuckle against the hair of the woman

“Bitsy Laura...” the blonde smiled when she let go “... Laura Bitsy”

“It's a pleasure” Laura smiled holding out her hand for you to shake

“I see you invaded Britain...” you ignored the offered hand to stare at the woman “... it didn't work in the 1940s and it won't work now... you Austrian just don't learn do you?”

“Yeah well...” the brown haired woman held your stare “... back in the days it was a guy trying... we all know guys are idiots... believe me when I say I invaded and conquered Britain just fine”

There was a little stare off between the two of you and Keira was a second ago to end this “meeting” between you and her new girlfriend but you surprised her once more

“I like her... she can stay” you said smirking turning around walking away to find a table

“That's it??” Laura looked at Keira confused who bursted out laughing

“That's it...” Keira laughed watching as you debated with yourself which table to choose “... but be warned.. there will be a lot of sarcastic comments towards your countries history...”

“I can live with that...” the dark haired woman smiled “... if it means I'm allowed to stay by your side”

“Keiraaaaaa!!!!” you whined loudly interrupting the girlfriends successfully “You slower than the Austrian tanks in Africa”

“There never where Austrian tanks.... they were german” Laura shot back

“Even worse... you didn't even had any of them” you waved off “... can we order now?”

“Sure Bitsy... sure” Keira laughed happily that you accepted Laura so far

[mapiforpresident]

Can you please do Patri Guijarro with prompt 19?

Dare

Patri Guijarro x reader

Summary: You and Patri reveal you are together through a game of truth or dare at Mapi and Ingrid's apartment during team bonding night.

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"Let's go we ... are going to be late," you said as you tried to shove Patri off as she kissed down your neck with you pinned against the kitchen doorway. You let out a soft groan as she took your hand and pinned it above your head as she kissed the sensitive spot right under your ear. "Patri... we really... have to go," you said in between slight pants. You knew if you didn't stop her now, you would never end up going.

After one more peck on your lips she released your hand. "How about we stay here instead amor, if we go I don't know if I will be able to keep my hands off of you. This dress looks so good."

"Gracias, but we have to go we are bringing the dessert and you know Pina and Bruna will bust our door in if we don't bring the dessert."

"Ugh, fine but I will have my way with you as soon as we get back."

"Of course amor, you can have your way with me all night," you whispered in her ear as you trailed your finger down her shirt before quickly pulling away and walking towards the door. "Don't forget the dessert, I'll be in the car."

"I hate everything" Patri whispered to herself as she grabbed the dessert and her keys before following you out the door.

~~~

You still had not told your teammates that you were dating because they all knew you had been pinning after each other since the youth teams and would tease you relentlessly if you revealed your relationship to them. You also had been enjoying the secrecy and the sneaking around so far. All that your teammates knew was that the two of you were roommates and friends.

"Desserts arrived," you shouted as you opened Alexia's door and paraded into the room plopping on your best friend Ona's lap.

"Ay, that hurt, get your bony ass off me and give me a cupcake," Ona said grabbing the container after shoving you off.

"No, no, no and no," Alexia said grabbing the container and bringing it into the kitchen. "No dessert until after everyone has eaten a balanced dinner. Even though its a cheat day everyone still needs to eat a normal dinner first."

"Ugh, way to kill all the fun," you said as you got up and sat where Alexia had been seated.

You talked and laughed with Ona and Salma until Alexia called everyone for dinner which was eaten quickly in a rush to move on to dessert which was rare in the middle of the season. Mapi and Ingrid had gone all out with the decorations, turning their apartment into a cozy, festive space perfect for team bonding.

"Alright, everyone," Mapi announced, clapping her hands to get everyone's attention. "Let's get this night started. Who's up for a game of truth or dare?"

A chorus of enthusiastic responses, besides Alexia who sent a slight glare towards Mapi, filled the room, and the circle quickly formed. The game began with lighthearted dares and harmless truths, laughter echoing with each turn. Then, it was Patri's turn.

"Truth or dare?" Jana asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Dare," Patri replied confidently.

"Alright, I dare you to... kiss the person you're most attracted to in this room."

The room fell silent, all eyes on Patri. You felt your cheeks flush as she stood up, a determined look on her face. She walked over to you, her eyes never leaving yours. At that moment you were the only two in the room and you completely forgot that your teammates were surrounding you.

Patri leaned down, cupping your face in her hands, and pressed her lips to yours in a tender, lingering kiss. The room erupted in cheers and whistles, and you could hear someone—probably Bruna—shouting, "Finally!"

When the kiss ended, Patri sat down next to you, her hand finding yours. "Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag," she said with a smile, eyes lingering on you.

Alexia leaned forward, grinning. "So, how long has this been going on?"

You exchanged a glance with Patri before answering. "A few months. We wanted to keep it private for a while, but I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you all."

Ona smirked, nudging you playfully. "I knew there was something going on. You two were way too close to just be roommates."

"Yeah, we kind of figured it out," Mapi added. "But we wanted you to tell us in your own time."

Although your teammates definitely teased you and Patri, they were also very happy to see you both so happy. And they teased you even more when you showed up with a few marks on your neck to practice the next day.

[repulsiveliquidation]

Baby It's Cold Outside

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle [SMUT! fluffy-ish]

they are my babies! ugh i just think that they are so adorable together.

words : 4.3k

summary : based on that video of them post-match at the Rosengård game! it's not my best work but enjoy!

“Did you see the traveling team posted on the bulletin for Wednesday’s game?” Lucy asked Ona, walking into the changing room after training. 

“Yes, I saw it. Are you going to sit with me on the plane?” Ona jokes, gathering her stuff for a quick shower.

“I’ll sit with you anywhere you’d like love. Coming home with me?”

Ona nods, walking into the shower room with a wink left for Lucy. Lucy blushes slightly, also annoyed that the much younger girl affected her so. She turns back to her cubby, slowly shoving her stuff into her kitbag, deciding to take a shower at home.

Ona comes back with her hair all wet and a raggedy training shirt on with a pair of sweats. Lucy smirks when she realizes that it’s her shirt Ona has on, looking around to see that most of the girls who didn’t know of their relationship were long gone. Aitana, Kiera, Parti, and Pina were chatting away near the door, waiting for Ingrid to gather her things. As soon as they walked out, Lucy pounced on Ona, grabbing her by the waist into her arms. Ona squealed, looking up at Lucy surprised.

“I was wondering where that shirt had disappeared to.”

“You gave it to me to borrow, I simply never returned it,” Ona cheekily admits, arms snaking around Lucy’s neck. Lucy grins, leaning in for a much-needed kiss. Ona happily leans in to meet her halfway, lips locking with each other’s perfectly. Lucy’s tongue darts out ever so slightly, making Ona gasp as Lucy slips her tongue in.

Their tongues clashed and fought, licking into each other mouth’s hungrily. Ona moans, hand tugging at Lucy’s hair before she pulls away. Lucy grins, making Ona’s knees almost buckle.

“Take me home?” Ona asks, hand softly petting Lucy’s cheek.

“Sí, princesa.” Lucy attempts, grinning at Ona for praise and approval. Praise and approval she gets, along with a couple more sweet kisses.

//

“Go and shower, you stink.” Ona teases, pushing Lucy into her house. Lucy turns and suddenly grabs her, hauling the smaller woman into the bedroom. Lucy throws her onto the bed, crawling on top of her. Ona giggles and scoots back into the bed, biting her lip when she sees Lucy’s eyes sparkle. Lucy’s hands caress her arms, lips leaning closer and closer to her neck before latching on and sucking softly. Ona sighs, hands already tangled in Lucy’s hair to pull her closer. Lucy’s hands pull Ona closer, pressing her hips down onto Ona’s. Lucy grinds her hips down, groaning when Ona bucks herself up slightly.

“Tell me what you want, princess.”  

“Want you, bebé…” Ona whines, tugging at Lucy’s training shirt. She pulls it off, hands fumbling with the drawstring of Ona’s sweats, finally tugging them off and doing the same to her shirt. Lucy leans into her neck, suckling softly at the flesh. She leaves just one mark, right under her ear. She nibbles on Ona’s earlobe, making the young Spaniard whine. Ona begs Lucy to hurry, Lucy responds with a nod and a kiss on the lips, softly asking Ona if she is going to be a good girl for her.

“Sí, I’ll be so good…” Ona whimpered, eyes searching for Lucy’s. Their eyes lock, passion surging between those eyes.

Lucy’s right-hand dips down between Ona’s wide-open legs, rubbing soft circles over Ona’s folds. Ona sighs, pulling a pillow right under her ass. Lucy wastes no time getting between Ona’s legs, leaning in and rubbing Ona’s clit faster. She leaned in and sucked on her softly, fingers teasing at her hole lightly.

Ona whined loudly, fingers tugging at Lucy’s messy hair with curses falling from her lips. Ona groaned when a finger slipped into her, dragging itself teasingly over her sweet spot. Lucy kisses along the inside of Ona’s thigh, biting love bites all over them. Ona grasped at her breasts, fondling them as they pebbled up and became sensitive.

Lucy slipped in another finger, this time completely avoiding her sweet spot. Ona cried out for her, legs shuddering as her orgasm approached embarrassingly fast. Lucy remained unrelenting, tongue swiping across Ona’s folds hard and fast. Her fingers were in stark contrast, almost dragging themselves lazily inside her. Ona begged for more, and Lucy merely obliged and gave her another finger.

“Fuck!” Ona exclaimed at the stretch, throwing her head back as she heard her pussy get more wet. Lucy grinned and suckled on Ona's clit and that was all it took. Shuddering and groaning, Ona came with a staggered cry for Lucy. Lucy pulled away and off her, grabbing her strap from the nightstand. Ona panted hard, resetting the pillow under her while biting her lip.

Lucy smirked cockily, kissing up Ona’s body. The little fullback grinned happily, finally being able to enjoy her lover without the prying eyes of the team and the media.

Lucy licked the shell of her ear, sending a shudder up her spine.

“Ready for my cock, darling?” Lucy teased, the tip of the toy nudging at Ona’s entrance.

Ona nods, Lucy’s hand coming to rest around her neck.

“Words please, my love.”

“Yes Lucy, want your cock…” Ona croaks out, the weight of Lucy’s hand around her neck and the pressure of her cock slowly slipping in sends her eyes into the back of her head. Her legs get pulled around Lucy’s waist, getting caressed sweetly as Lucy gets her to adjust to the toy. Giving her an experimental thrust, Ona whines when Lucy begins to thrust into her. It’s sweet and caring, shallow thrusts to get her used to it. Ona’s hands gripped Lucy’s as they held her face, hips gently driving themselves into Ona.

Lucy leans down to kiss Ona’s neck, gripping just above her hips to tilt her hips up more and get a better angle. Ona threw her head back, crying out for Lucy to fuck her harder as the desperation to come overtook her. Lucy decorated her neck with more bites, taking care not to leave any lasting marks. Lucy quietly began to encourage Ona; words of affirmation to get her riled up and going.

“Good girl Ona, taking my cock so well,”

“Mm, that feels so good baby…”

Lucy changed the angle of her hips, thrusting up into Ona’s sweet spot. Ona cried out for Lucy, grasping her forearms tightly.

“Fuck Ona, right there?”

“Sí, right there please!”

Lucy fucks into her faster, chasing her orgasm when Ona begins to shudder and drag her nails down Lucy’s back. Lucy cries out for her, hips pounding down into Ona with vigor.

“Coming!” Ona manages to warn, back arching off the bed when Lucy catches her, her orgasm crashing into her when Ona begs for her to come too.

Ona pulls Lucy’s face to hers, kissing her passionately. Lucy’s hips still, her cock still inside Ona as she lays her head on her shoulder. Ona runs her fingers down the red welts on Lucy’s back, the other hand cradling her head.

“I love you,” Ona says quietly, Lucy lifting her head to look at Ona.

“I love you too, baby girl,” Lucy whispers back, kissing her lips softly.

//

“I thought you were sitting with me?” Ona pouted, looking up at Lucy with her hand on the seat she saved for her.

“Yes love, be right back,” Lucy tells her quietly, walking to the back of the plane with her stuff.

“You’re not making it subtle, you know,” Ingrid teases, sitting opposite Ona sipping her coffee.

“What do you mean?” Ona tries, rummaging in her bag of food that she got at the airport.

“You and Lucy, I know we know but you’re going to need to be careful if you don’t want the rest of the world to know for a bit.”

“Know what?” Lucy chimes in, settling heavily into the seat next to Ona who lights up at the sight of the Englishwoman.

“That you two aren’t making your relationship subtle at ALL,” piped in Patri from behind Ona, patting her on the head.

“We are!” Ona grumbles, swatting Patri’s hand away.

“No, you are not. You two are adorable, but I’m this close,” María held up her two fingers almost touching, “To throwing up if I see Ona’s starstruck eyes one more time.”

“Pendejo,” Ona muttered under her breath, digging into the pastry she had in her lap. She broke it into two, handing Lucy the other half. María made gagging noises that made Ona shoot her a look. Ingrid shot her a look too, smacking María on the back of her head while scolding her in Norwegian. They began to argue adorably, but Lucy and Ona didn’t hear a word. Trapped in their little bubble, they stole glances and subtle touches the whole flight to Sweden, captured by the team photographer who made a note to make a folder for them to receive when they got back.

//

“Can you stop being stubborn love,” Lucy said, pulling a beanie off her head after warming up “and put on a damn pullover?”

“It’s not cold!” Ona protested, pulling her game shorts on.

“Ona, it’s like below freezing. You lived in Manchester for three years, I did for longer. Please, I like my girlfriend warmed up not frostbitten. Do not make me pull out the ‘I’m older than you’ card.”

“Fine, you’re mean,” Ona huffed, putting on a long sleeve and some gloves.

Lucy comes up behind her, wrapping her arms around Ona. Ona leans back into her, tilting her head to the side to look at Lucy. A soft kiss is pressed to her lips, followed by Lucy’s signature grin.

“I’m not mean. I can’t be mean, not to you,” Lucy turns Ona around to face her in her arms. Again, it’s like they’re the only ones in the room, eyes boring deep into one another's.

“I love you,” Ona whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Lucy’s lips.

“I love you too, play well we’ve got this, yeah?” Lucy tells her, pulling her into a quick hug.

//

The game ends with a comfortable win over Rosengard, 6 goals in the back of the net and a clean sheet is something to celebrate. Lucy spots Ona grabbing a water bottle, debating whether she should walk over. Ona had a beautiful assist today, overall it was a great game.

Lucy clapped with the fans, slowly but surely making her way over to Ona. She grabbed the back of her neck gently, still slightly startling Ona. Ona looked a little tense, but it all washed away when she saw Lucy.

“Hey baby, you were on fire today with that assist,” Lucy compliments, trying her best to keep her hands to herself.

“Sí, it was a good goal from Salma,” Ona nods, opening up the water bottle she had for a sip.

Lucy was desperately trying to keep her hands to herself because Ona looked a little distressed. Wanting so badly to just pull her into her arms and protect her from whatever it was that was stressing her out was hard to keep at bay. Following her back to the tunnel like a lost puppy, Lucy walked into the showers with Ona, copying her every move. Something was bothering her, and Lucia was determined to find out.

Ona had practically run into the showers, Lucy was struggling to keep up with her. She already had the water running when Lucy stepped in with her.

“What are you doing?” Ona asked, hands subconsciously trying to cover herself up even though Lucy could remember everything about her and her body.

Lucy’s hand reached for Ona’s wrists, gently pulling her hands away from her. She laces their fingers together, pulling Ona closer with her back pressed to Lucy’s chest and arms wrapped tightly around her chest. The shower was hot, steam billowing around them.

“What’s wrong, my love?” Lucy whispers into Ona’s ear, feeling her body slump into her arms.

“I don’t know, my anxiety has been so strung lately,” Ona takes a deep breath, “I’ve been playing so much and I love it but I’m just so, I don’t know…” she trails off, thinking of the word in English.

“Overworked? Tired? In need of a break?” Lucy suggests, Ona nodding when she hears her mention tired.

“Let me take care of you, love. Why didn’t you come to me?” Lucy enquires, wrapping her arms around Ona tighter. She feels Ona try to squirm free, letting go a little for her to turn in her arms. Ona wraps her arms around her neck, carding her fingers through Lucy’s wet hair. Lucy looks genuinely concerned, hands softly caressing Ona’s sides.

“I didn’t want to burden you over something so small, mi amor,” Ona tries to justify, Lucy’s hands pull her naked body closer; so close that no water gets between them. Lucy leans in and kisses her tenderly, resting her forehead on Ona’s after a few pecks.

“You are not a burden, Ona. You are so special to me, more than anything in the world. When we get home, let’s destress hm? Our favorite way,” Lucy suggests with a cheeky smile, making Ona blush and smack her shoulder. Ona presses her lips to Lucy’s, biting her lip when she pulls away.

“You’re so good to me,” Ona tells her while tucking a strand of hair behind Lucy’s ear, Lucy pulling out her signature smile again that makes Ona fall in love with the Lioness all over again.

//

Unlocking the door to Lucy’s apartment at midnight was not how she had planned their attempt at destressing. If anything it added to the stress when the bus they were supposed to be on was late and Patri lost her passport.

Finally settling in the bedroom, Ona sat on the bed with a little grin on her face. Lucy walked over slowly, Ona pressing her chin to her stomach and looking up at her. Suddenly her face changes, one that only Lucy has had the privilege of seeing. With a look of pure submission, Ona willingly gave herself up to Lucy. Lucy caressed her cheeks with her thumbs, smiling endearingly at the younger girl.

“What do you want, darling?” Lucy asked, pecking Ona’s forehead.

“Want you, Lucia. Just need you to make it go away,” Ona sniffled, leaning more of her weight onto Lucy.

“I’ve got you baby, let me take care of you,” Lucy gently picks Ona up, settling her in the middle of the bed. She carefully undresses Ona, kissing her skin once a piece of clothing is removed. Ona squirms into the clean-smelling sheets, sighing softly when Lucy’s hands touch her where she needs to.

Lucy softly caresses Ona’s thighs, kissing down her chest slowly. She takes Ona’s breast in one hand, the other pulling her legs open to sit between. Lucy gently flicks her nipple which hardens immediately, leaning down to suck it into her mouth. Ona whimpers, back arching into Lucy.

Her mouth remains unrelenting, sucking and swirling her tongue over the perked bud before moving to the other. Ona can’t contain her noise, whimpering and whining for Lucy desperately.

“Easy, mi amor. Let me,” Lucy scolds softly when Ona reaches for her clothes. Lucy makes quick work of pulling her clothes off, sitting beside Ona in her undergarments. Ona reaches out and strokes her thigh, Lucy’s fingertips dragging over her abs softly. It makes a shiver run down Ona’s back, looking up at Lucy with pure adoration. She quite literally has a look that has nothing behind her eyes, blinking up at Lucy softly.

“Do you remember your safeword, sweetheart?”

“Sí, butterfly.”

“Good girl, we’re gonna hop straight into it okay?”

Ona nods, eyes fluttering closed when Lucy settles herself between her legs. Lucy’s rough hands caressed up her calves, kneading them gently. She kissed Ona’s knees, hands massaging her aching legs with care. She pressed her palms over her hips and stomach, feeling for each of Ona’s ribs before cupping her breasts gently. She pressed a kiss each to both, trailing more kisses up her collarbone to her neck, sucking a dark hickey in the junction of the two.

Ona whined, hands gripping the sheets tightly. Her brain could only think of one word and that word was Lucy’s name. She was muttering, moaning, calling, begging for Lucy; a sound that made Lucy’s heart swell with pride.

“Shh baby, be patient. Want the oil baby? Do you want me to give you a little massage?” Lucy cooed, pecking Ona’s lips.

“Please…” Ona begged, nodding her head fast.

Lucy leaned over and pulled the drawer open, reaching for the massage oil. She uncapped it and poured a little into her palm. She rubbed between her hands to warm up, caressing Ona’s chest softly. She reached for more, caressing and massaging Ona’s body meticulously. Over her arms, her thighs, her shoulders. Ona relaxed visibly into the bed, the sheets soon to be ruined. The room smelled like bergamot and lavender, a relaxing scent that sent Ona into a world of sexual ecstasy. Her head was fuzzy, her body was warm, her heart was full. Lucy grinned, kissing Ona’s lips softly when she recognized that look on Ona’s face.

“Ready darling?”

“Sí.”

Lucy wipes her hands on the comforter, kicking it off the bed. She leans in, pressing Ona’s legs wide open. Her tongue flicks out, catching Ona’s dripping folds. Ona sighs softly as Lucy spreads her a little to lick deeper. She circles her tongue around her peeking clit, pulling it with her teeth gently. A soft nibble and a hard suck makes Ona shudder, hands tangling in Lucy’s hair. Lucy doesn’t pull away, instead pressing her face deeper into Ona’s pussy. The hands in her hair pulled hard, knees knocking together but swiftly pressed apart by hands that were much bigger.

“You taste so good, my love,” Lucy praises, tongue darting into her hole teasingly. Ona begs for more, arching her back off the mattress in pleasure. Lucy presses her tongue in deeper, slurping at Ona’s folds. Ona reaches back and grips the sheets, breath becoming lighter and more desperate.

“I’m so close…so close Lucy…”

“I know love, whenever you’re ready I want you to come for me…”

Lucy slips a finger into Ona, pressing up and into her sweet spot. Her lips latch onto her clit, suckling rhythmically to hurtle Ona into her orgasm. Ona merely croaks, hands pulling at Lucy’s hair as she comes all over her face. Ona pants hard, popping her head up to look down at Lucy, who is grinning. She chuckles, kissing Ona’s hip softly.

“Did you like that?” Lucy asks quietly, kissing up Ona’s chest again. Ona’s hands cradle her face and pull her in for a kiss, soft and tender.

“More, please,” the Spaniard requests with an accent, making the Englishwoman laugh. She nods, hand grasping Ona’s breast and taking the other into her mouth. Lucy sucks on Ona’s breasts like earlier, alternating between the two. Ona tries to touch Lucy too, despite her brain feeling extremely foggy in the best possible way.

Lucy stops her, pulling her hands away. She presses a kiss to both of Ona’s palms, settling them beside her.

“Tonight is all about you baby, don’t worry about me,” Lucy tells her, Ona nodding along.

“Want you,” Ona mumbles, reaching for Lucy’s hand.

“You have me doll; I’m all yours. Can I make you come again, beautiful?”

“Please.”

Lucy turns Ona onto her stomach, straddling her ass carefully. Lucy grabs the oil and pours a little directly onto Ona, massaging the fragranced oil into her. She pushes all the knots out, Ona groaning appreciatively. She kept up her massage, slowly shifting off of her ass and sitting on her legs. Lucy paid extra attention to Ona’s ass, digging her fingers into the abundant flesh there was.

She pulled her cheeks apart, spitting directly onto her asshole. Ona whined, feeling the warm liquid slide down towards her pussy. Lucy’s finger caught the glob before it did, pressing it into her asshole slowly. She worked a finger in then two, steadily pumping her fingers into her. Ona moaned Lucy’s name pornographically, tilting her head to the side to try and catch a glimpse of her lover.

Lucy’s other hand pushed Ona’s leg up into a climb, fingers rubbing soft circles over her folds. She fingered Ona’s ass gently, pushing her fingers in deeper each time. Ona could only hold onto the sheets, grinding back into Lucy. Lucy softly kissed her ass, fingers speeding up their movements.

Lucy finally slipped two fingers into Ona’s pussy, alternating her fingers between going in and out. She was going torturously slow, biting Ona’s ass playfully. She yelps and giggles, giggles soon dissipating when Lucy builds up a fast pace again.

“Are you gonna come for me, love? You promised.”

“Sí, amor! Fuck, s-so good!”

“You’re gonna come so well for me aren’t you? My good girl Ona.”

“Yes, yes please!”

“Come for me then, pretty girl,” Lucy whispers, fingers pressing into the sweet spots in both her holes. Ona blanks out, body shuddering hard as she comes again. She goes limp, whimpering thanks under her breath.

“What’s that, sweetheart?” Lucy teases, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Thank you…that was so good…” Ona manages, pushing herself up onto all fours. Lucy kisses her, tongue darting into her mouth and licking around. Their tongues tangle with one another, humming softly at the feeling.

“Wait here. Be good,” Lucy says when she pulls away, hopping off the bed to the wardrobe. Ona does as she says and is good (it’s not like she is anything but,) Lucy comes back with her strap-on on, a wide grin on her face. Ona smiles and pulls a pillow behind her head, setting her legs wide open. Lucy rolls her eyes into her head at the sight, softly kissing up Ona’s right leg. She presses her legs wide and back, grasping her knees gently as the toy nudges Ona’s hole.

“Ready, princess?”

“Sí.”

Lucy grabs the base a little, guiding the toy into Ona gently. Ona huffs, feeling full already when Lucy barely had half of her cock inside her.

Gently thrusting, Ona moaned when Lucy pressed her legs even wider to get the cock deeper into her. Letting her body weight pound the cock into Ona, the smaller woman could only hold onto Lucy’s strong arms. She pressed her forehead to Lucy’s chest, teeth gnashed together as she tried her best to focus on the pleasure. 

Lucy shifted slightly, pulling Ona so her ass was flush to her thighs, she fucked into her shallowly, resulting in fast bursts of pleasure. Ona could only dig her nails into Lucy’s forearms, lips chanting her name over and over. The pleasure was insurmountable as she teetered on the edge of total submission. Until Lucy’s hips stilled inside her.

“Turn over,” she said with a slightly authoritative voice, eyes a little darker than before. Ona did, feeling Lucy’s cock drag against her walls as she did. Lucy pressed her lower back down low to arch her back deeper, hips pounding into her pussy smoothly. Ona’s jaw dropped, eyes rolling into her head.

“Joder!” she screamed, Lucy accurately fucking into her sweet spot with each flick of her hips. Lucy merely grinned, pounding down into her with more force. Ona’s voice got stuck in her throat, the angle making her feel like Lucy was in her stomach.

“So-so fucking deep…!”

“Yeah, feel my cock so fuckin’ deep in there don’t you baby?”

"¡Tan profundo, sí!"

Her hips somehow manage to speed up even more.

“Are you going to give me another orgasm, angel?”

“Yes, it’s yours!”

Lucy pulled her back into her chest, her right hand wrapped around her neck while her left fondled Ona’s swollen folds. Ona sinks into the bed a little, Lucy holding her sensitive body up. Her hips never falter, roughly fucking into Ona from behind as her hands held her in place.

“All mine?”

“Yes, ah! All yours!”

Lucy’s right hand tightens a little.

“What’s mine, darling?”

“My, fuck! All my orgasms!”

“They are mine, doll. I’d like my third one, please.”

Lucy’s right hand presses just hard enough for Ona’s air supply to cut off and the lightheadedness to set in, Ona’s eyes roll into her head just as she reaches her third high of the night. She screams, her entire body trembling and jolting in pleasure. She tries to hold onto Lucy, Lucy’s grip on her tight and reassuring as she whispers endearing words only for Ona to hear.

Ona calms after a while; Lucy immediately takes her strap off and pulls Ona into the bathroom. They take another quick shower, Ona slowly being pulled out of her sexual haze. Before she knew it she was wrapped up tight in a towel and being carried back to bed that had fresh sheets on them already.

“Hi baby, welcome back,” Lucy says, finger dragging over her cheek softly.

“Hi,” Ona says shyly, eyes feeling heavy. A bottle of water appears in front of her, ready for her to drink from.

“Half please, love.”

She has more than half, seemingly thirstier than she thought she was. Lucy finishes the bottle, tossing it somewhere. Next, she’s being fed a protein bar, chewing slowly when she realizes it’s her favorite one that was hard to find. She had been looking for weeks but had no luck.

“How did you find those? I’ve been looking for so long…” she whines, demanding an answer from the Lioness. Lucy chuckles, giving Ona the last little bit.

“I may have called Leah and asked her to buy as many as she could find and ship them over.”

Ona visibly melts at her thoughtful gesture, pulling Lucy into her chest. She presses a kiss to her forehead, resting her cheek on top of her head.

“I love you, bebé,”

“I love you too, my girl,”

[evagaetinosgirl]

never expected to like you this much [i.engen x reader]

prompt: who would have thought ingrid and you would make it this far?

author notes: this is my peace offering for my like week long hiatus. my writing is a bit rusty so spare me 🙏🏾 hope y'all like it!

when you first got into a relationship with ingrid you thought it would be just a casual thing. nothing too serious, nothing too deep. you were only twenty one at the time while ingrid was twenty three. the people around you have always instilled in you that your twenties was for discovery, partying, and finding out what you liked in a relationship. not the time to be tied down to one person. you use to agree to that, but it was hard when you started to associate the norwegian with home.

when you started to miss her when she wasn't around and wait around for her texts when she went off for international games. can you really be blamed? ingrid was so charming in such a calm way. she was this comforting presence who was just enough of everything somehow.

now it has been two years, you being twenty three and ingrid being twenty five. she was way more than something casual now and truly you can't be blamed for it.

how could you two be anything casual when ingrid's hands rub on your back so gently as you complain about your shitty day. she finds your exaggeration and dramatic flair so interesting as you dig into how annoying your co worker was today.

something about having to share a project with complete idiots escape your lips as well, but ingrid can't really tell. she is trying to pay attention, she swears, but you're just so gorgeous. and your skin is so soft against her hands. it's hard to focus.

"and you know what else? one of those bastards ate my lunch today. that you packed for me right before you left for practice! isn't that so heartbreaking, babe? like ugh.." you groan out.

"totally, baby. i'll make sure to put something they're allergic to in the lunch tomorrow so you don't even have to worry about it," ingrid says with that adorable small smile on her lips. you turn your head a bit to get more of a view of her. "really?" you say in a tone that sounds way too serious

ingrid laughs at your genuine seriousness, "what? god no. i'll just pack you something dry so you don't have to put it in the fridge. all fixed babe."

you groan and turn your head away from her. your girlfriend was too nice for her own good in your opinion, but it's a good look on her so you let it slide this time around.

nothing is casual is about the way you reassure ingrid before a big game. you two's bodies pressed against each other you slowly sway back and forth. your head resting on her chest, her head resting on top of yours.

"you are a great footballer. that's why you're in this position, playing at one of the best clubs in women's football, in front of such a large crowd. you will do great babes" you say softly. ingrid hums in response. placing a kiss on the top of your head in thanks. the worry in the norwegian player's heart before a big game always bothered her. would she do well enough? how good would her playing be today? it was hard to push away such thoughts when she remembers what position she is in. however hearing about it from your mouth makes it seem way less stressful and better than it feels. your reassurance is definitely her lucky charm now.

and you definitely knew it wasn't casual when you started to imagine how it would be like to start a family with the norwegian.

ingrid is holding up your little sister, grace, making airplanes with the toddler who is giggling. "who's the cutest babygirl in the world? you are," ingrid says as she starts to kiss all over grace's face. the sigh was adorable and feeding your baby fever so bad. ingrid is still playing around with grace while you're already thinking about what clinics to visit after this.

yeah, this is nowhere near casual.

[finclgicls]

this moment felt like a significant milestone in their relationship, one of those steps that people often fondly reminisce about. nora had always been the more outdoorsy of the two, growing up with a forest ranger as her father. It was practically ingrained in her dna. countless childhood memories were filled with camping trips to yellowstone, family hikes through breathtaking landscapes, and the thrill of climbing challenges her father presented to her. while she hadn't followed in her father's footsteps to become a ranger herself, firefighting still provided the daily dose of adrenaline she needed. but now, with Ingrid by her side, nora's perspective had shifted. she wasn't just living for herself anymore; she had an entire future to consider, and ingrid had seamlessly become a part of that vision. in that moment, nora felt incredibly lucky. in all her previous relationships, she had either encountered partners who refused to partake in her adventurous activities or ones who wanted to solely live for the thrill, with ingrid, however, she found a beautiful balance. she didn't shy away from nora's active lifestyle, and nora was equally open to moments of rest and relaxation.

a warm, contented smile spread across nora's face as she pulled back slightly from their kiss, savoring the taste of the word "fiancé." it felt like a perfect fit. she took a step back, admiring how her gear was securely fastened around her frame. "thank you for doing this with me," nora said softly, her voice filled with appreciation and hope. she cupped ingrid's cheeks, gently caressing them with her thumbs. "i know it may not be the most traditional engagement celebration, but after this, i've actually booked us a hotel for two days up in the mountains. a chance for us to relax and unwind." her hands expertly checked and adjusted the gear on ingrid, ensuring everything was in place and the weight distributed evenly. nora closed the trunk of their truck, having secured her own backpack and the map inside. she quickly glanced at her compass to confirm its accuracy and then switched her cellphone to airplane mode to conserve battery, knowing that there would be no signal once they ventured into the wilderness.

"come on," Nora said, a mix of excitement and determination in her voice. she tugged Ingrid's hand gently, leading her towards the trailhead. "we should reach the cave entrance in about an hour and a half, maybe two if we take our time. if we're lucky, we might even catch a glimpse of the sunrise before descending."

ingrid was not an outdoorsy girl! in fact, she had always described herself as an indoor cat. for nora, though, she was willing to try. she was willing to brave the outdoors—not a completely foreign concept to her, growing up in wyoming—for the woman that she loved. the woman she was going to marry. the idea of cave exploring with her fiancée was sort of scary, but exciting too. she knew that a lot of people went hiking or cave exploring to unwind; being a lawyer, and nora a firefighter, they were understandably very stressed women. if there was anything they needed, it was some relaxation. unfortunately, ingrid’s idea of relaxing included a bottle of wine and reading a trashy romance novel in the bath, but again, she was willing to try. she would’ve done just about anything for nora, including exploring a dark, musty cave where spiders and snakes probably lived. still, she was incredibly nervous, nearly bouncing out of her seat in the truck from the way her leg was shaking. her heart only beat faster every second of the drive, nearly leaping out of her ribcage as the truck came to a slow stop.

“here we go,” ingrid whispered under her breath once nora hopped out of the truck, taking a moment to steel her nerves before hopping out herself. closing the door behind her, she ghosted her hands over her chest and thighs, making sure her caving backpack was secured over her shoulders once she grabbed it out of the truck bed and that her caver belt fit over her cargo pants—scared as she was, she didn’t want to look like it. she wanted to look the part. fake it ‘til you make it, grids! besides, she promised herself (and nora!) that she’d keep an open mind. maybe she’d even surprise herself and absolutely love it. sliding up beside her fiancée—oh, how she loved that word—she looked over the map even though she had no idea what any of it meant. “alrighty,” ingrid nodded, following nora’s pointed finger, but her gaze snapped back to nora’s when she questioned her once more. “oh, of course! i’m excited, baby, i really am.” she shrugged sheepishly, “…and a little nervous, yeah. but with the greatest cave explorer in the world by my side, i know it will be an amazing experience.” she pressed a sweet kiss to nora’s lips.

[woso-dreamzzz]

*mapi enters the apartment, visibly excited*

Mapi: Family meeting, stat!

*no one comes*

Mapi: Stat means right now!

Dirtbag: Ugh what is it?

Ingrid: Ignore her; she’s been in a bad mood. Plus Tontos isn’t home

Tontos: *pops up next to Mapi* Im right here?

Ingrid: Where were you?

Tontos: I’ll never share my secrets

Ingrid has Dirtbag who climbs in through windows and Tontos who is silent like a ghost

She never knows who's in the house and who isn't

[hor3nee]

Oct Fem!Char Recs

Female RE Characters x Reader fics I read & loved this October. Go check out these fics!

Ada Wong

IN SICKNESS & IN HEALTH！• Ada Wong/Reader in which a certain mercenary takes care of you while you're sick. @wo8ngs RN: I read this while I had a flu and omg yeah it made me feel so much better. Was like giggling and shit. Final hc made me UGH I loved the very mild angst.

CHERRY • Ada Wong/Reader (18+) You'll take it like a good dog, won't you? @homicidal-slvt RN: She calls Reader good dog and that rewired my brain tbh.

Honey! It's a Murder Case. • Ada Wong/Reader after changing town, you, a detective, arrive on the crime scene after dead man's wife called, a woman in the red that seemingly was already waiting for you. @clitorphosis RN: Seriously beautiful and I wanted to tear open my skull reading it + doomed yuri bless.

Ashley Graham

I’LL DO IT ! • Ashley Graham/Reader ft. Leon (18+) You’re drunk, Ashley’s drunk. He’s pretty fucking sober. She likes him. Ashley likes him a lot, and he wishes she didn’t. @wokelander RN: I will kill for og Ashley biggest defender + the epileptic gf mention made me holler so hard loved.

Making Out with the President's Daughter • Ashley Graham/Reader Ashley wants to have a makeout session with you. That's it. @/MasterOfMemez96 RN: It's like under 500 words, short and really sweet!! And I'm really picky with fluff.

Hey, Scene Slut • Ashley Graham/Reader (18+) “You like when I fuck you like this? Sitting here all pretty for me while I cut you open?” You felt like she could say anything to you and she’d still be an angel in your eyes. @/zh0mb13affa1rz RN: Being so honest I read for the gore stayed for the smut and may have discovered something new about myself.

Claire Redfield

communion • Claire Redfield/Reader (18+) It’s over, and she’s back at your place the following weekend. @delphi-shield RN: It's like porn, right? But art. Like art porn. Like smut laced with gods word and thrown onto tumblr, should be the modern bible. God-teir read.

eat that girl for lunch • Claire Redfield/Reader (18+) she dances on my tongue, tastes like she might be the one (or every college girl has that “phase”) @thisfanisgonesorry RN: It's in 1st person. Also shit made me tweak heart breaking damn. Loved.

Ingrid Hunnigan

Brat • Ingrid Hunnigan/Reader (18+) Getting taught a lesson in obedience by your beloved girlfriend. @homicidal-slvt RN: No words just eating their smut and becoming increasingly depraved reading their stuff also the first ever Hunnigan/Reader I've found so thank fuck for that.

[bonnieeldritch]

Wünsch dir was! ⭐️ Gibt es mmffs, auf die du wartest? Ich meine nun keine spezifische mmff, auf deren Veröffentlichung du wartest. Gibt es eine Art von mmffs oder einfach Themen, “aesthetics”, Plotpoints, Guilty Pleasures etc. die du dir für eine mmff in Zukunft erhoffst oder wünschen würdest? :D

Ohhhhh, ich liebe die Frage, hehe. :D Zwar hab ich mir da noch nicht so wirklich Gedanken drüber gemacht, aber- bullshit, natürlich hab ich schon drüber nachgedacht. Und ich sag dir noch was, ich schaue regelmäßig in allen möglichen Kategorien auf FF.de, ob es neue Mitmachgeschichten gibt. 😂 Allgemein, Fantasy, Horror, Mystery, Thriller, manchmal sogar Krimis, Übernatürliches und Liebe, alle Prosa-Kategorien schau ich mir regelmäßig an. Bei Fangeschichten hab ich das Problem, das ich kaum ein Ursprungswerk mag, sodass ich da nicht wirklich schauen kann, aber die gängigen (Potterverse, Percy Jackson, K-Pop, One Piece) schaue ich ebenso durch. Wonach suche ich aber und was würde ich mir als Themen in MMFFs wünschen?

Plotdriven Stories

Zuerst einmal will ich endlich wieder eine Mitmachgeschichte, bei der es einen konkreten Plot gibt, der von Anfang an verraten wird und der nicht von der Autorin bzw dem Autor unter Verschluss gehalten wird. Ich hasse Ankündigungen wie 'es werden noch Dinge passieren'. Was für Dinge, Ingrid?! Und wenn sie noch geheim sind, dann doch wenigstens die Art der Dinge! Reden wir von einem richtigen Plot, der die Charaktere zum Handeln zwingt, reden wir von Seitenhandlungen, die die Story untermauern, reden wir von random Sachen, die nach ner Weile reingeworfen werden, ums aufzulockern? UGH. Nichts was ich mehr hasse, als wenn der Plot kein Plot ist sondern bestenfalls ein Pitch. Ich will doch einfach nur Handlung, Leute. 😭 Gebt mir ein Mysterium, gebt mir eine Story, auf die ich meinen Charakter ausrichten kann.

Dark Shit

Joa, die Überschrift sagt wohl alles. 😂 Ich liebe immer noch alles Düstere und Dunkle, ich liebe finstere Mysterien und grauenvolle Prämissen. Ich würde mir so sehr eine MMFF wünschen, bei welcher Horror und Mystery nicht zu kurz kommen. Eigentlich ist es mir sogar Lachs, wo die dann spielt, ob viktorianisches England, gloomy-dystopische Großstadt oder sonnendurchflutet-hitzige Wüste! Junge Menschen, alte Menschen, Fanfiktion jeglicher Fandoms oder Prosa. Solange der Plot der richtige, bin ich sowas von dabei.

Mystery

Okay, ich hab das schon gleich zwei Mal genannt, aber ein drittes Mal ist auch gut: ich will Mystery. Ich will bei einer MMFF mitknobeln können, die Kapitel gleich drei mal lesen und mir ein extra Dokument machen müssen, um jeden eventuellen Hint festzuhalten. Das ist mein absoluter Traum. 😩�� Dementsprechend wäre eine Mitmachgeschichte, egal ob Fandom oder Prosa, mit egal welchem Thema spannend für mich, solange ein Mysterium gelöst werden will. Ich bin auch nicht wählerisch, welche Art von Mystery es sein soll. Hauptsache, ich kann während des Lesens mit raten.

Schwerer Tobak

Ich weiß nicht, wie ich es sonst nennen soll, aber ich hätte richtig Bock auf eine Story, die reinhaut. 😂 Ein (ihr ahnt es) düsteres (ihr ahnt es erneut) Mysterium, mit Leichen gepflastert, bestenfalls für die Charaktere eine Zerreißprobe. Gebt mir Nerven, die malträtiert werden, Horror in verschiedenen Nuancen. Und mitten drin einen Tupfer Wärme, der mir Hoffnung gibt und damit etwas, das ich verlieren kann. Bonuspunkte wenn Fantasy dabei ist. 😌

Found Family

Wie viele bin auch ich ein großer Liebhaber des Found Family Tropes. Wer wünscht sich keine Freunde, die immer an seiner Seite sind, durch dick und dünn und alle Gefahren? Und sind die Nuancen in solchen Found Family Stories nicht etwas ebenso schönes? Aus einer Gruppe OCs eine wahre Gemeinschaft zu flechten, das macht fast jeden Plot lesbar.

Kulte

Und last but not least, eine sehr nischige Nische: ich würde sterben für eine Mitmachgeschichte, die einen Kult als Thema hat. So einen richtigen, miesen, schlimmen Kult, mit Doktrin und Isolation und allem drum und dran. Ich finde das Thema so spannend, aber leider spricht es nicht so viele Autorinnen an. 😂 Und ich selbst hab schon 2 MMFFs und drölfzig (mindestens) Prosa Ideen. Schade Marmelade.