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el sueño de una niña (2) II Jenni Hermoso x Reader

part 1 | masterlist | word count: 1803

summary: Jenni promised reader's daughter Mila to come to her first football match, can she keep her promise despite being away with the Spanish national team.

author's note: dear readers, you asked for a part 2 and here it's, please enjoy. Let us know your thoughts on the oneshot.💜🖤

“But you promised to come…”, Mila whined through the phone, her voice on the verge of cracking. The disappointment in the little girls voice weighed heavy on Jennis heart.

She winced as she replied: “I know, I know.”

“It’s my first important game…”, Mila complained.

Jenni sighed. She was the one who had helped Mila find a football team in her age class, the one who had bought her first pair of cleats and also the one who had promised her support for her first game. Only, she had forgotten that she would be away with the national team at the time of Milas first game.

“I'll find a way to be there, Mila.”, Jenni promised determinedly. She didn’t know how yet but there was no way she would disappoint her.

Mila seemed a bit more calm at the end of their call but at the same time the conversation had attracted the interest of Jennis spanish team mates.

“Mila has a game?”, Alexia asked, her eyebrows moved towards her hairline with curiosity.

Jenni threw her phone on her hotelbed with frustration: “Yes, it’s her first one. She asked me to come weeks ago.”

Irene who leaned in the doorframe smiled to herself: “Do you all remember your first games?”

“Who doesn’t?”, Alexia replied with a grin.

“We all do.”, Jenni agreed. She knew from experience how formative first games could be.

Aitana stood there, frowning at Jenni like her brain was working at full speed: “But how do you get to her game when you’re here with us right now?”

The hotelroom went quiet as everyone seemed to search for a solution to help Jenni out.

“Easy, fake an injury.”, Mariona blurted out.

Four pairs of eyes stared at her. The disbelief about her suggestion was palpable inside the room.

Jennis face suddenly lit up as she got up from her bed: “During training later? Mario, you’re a genius!”

Excitedly, the darkhaired player pressed a grateful kiss to Marionas cheek and picked her up to whirl her around.

“Jenni!”, she protested, her cheeks slightly reddened.

“Sorry!”, Jenni laughed and finally let Mariona back down.

“Don’t tell anyone that I had anything to do with it.”, Mariona pleaded.

Jenni winked at her nonchalantly: “Oh, don’t worry, Darling. I’d not tell a soul.”

“Good.”

A few hours later, Jenni went down just as planned during a training drill. She held her knee and screamed in pain. The other players crowded around her, faking worried looks. Alexias eyebrows knotted together, indicating that Jenni was definitely overdoing it.

“Jennifer? Are you alright?”, their coach asked, crouching down to Jenni.

“No.”, the football player moaned.

“The physio should take a look at it.”, Alexia interrupted, trying to steer the conversation into the right direction.

Jenni nodded quickly: “Yes, just to be sure. That really didn’t feel good.”

“Okay.”, Montse agreed as she watched her get up and limp off towards the physios.

A short time later, the physiotherapist Pilar realised with a sour face. “You’re fine, Jennifer.”

 “Listen I know I’m fine but there’s a game tonight I’ve to attend. It’s a little girl’s first football match.”, Jenni pleaded.

She shook her head in disbelief. “You want me to lie and say it’s bad enough that you’ve to leave?”

“Not to leave necessarily only to take a break until tomorrow. Please.”, Jenni looked at her with big eyes.

“Excuse me, you want me to compromise my integrity.”, Pilar protested.

“It’s for a good cause.”, the striker gave her the most charming smile in the hope it would work on the physio like it did on all the women before. Nowadays, the specific grin was usually reserved for Mila and you. But this was an emergency.

“You owe me, Hermoso.”, she warned her.

“I know, you can count on me.”, Jenni reassured the physio.

“Go.”, Pilar replied in an impatient tone.

“Thank you!”, the football player promptly jumped off the lounger throwing kisses at her.

“Ugh.”, the physio waved it off, pretending to be disgusted by it.

In awe you watched your daughter warm up with the teammates who became her friends. Mila and you were heartbroken that your friend hadn't come yet despite her promise, which she was supposedly so keen to keep.

The referee started the game that’s why you didn’t hear the person coming who put her arms around your waist with a cheeky smile on her lips. A loud gasp escaped your mouth as you turned around to see who dared to touch you like that.

“Jenni?!”, you exclaimed surprised, glancing at the face you came to love so much over the past year.

“Hey.”, the Spanish woman greeted you grinning.

“You really made it to the game.”, you whispered deeply impressed by her dedication.

“I told you I’d. I never break a promise.”, Jenni answered in a serious tone.

“True, it’s been twelve months, and you never ran away.”, you noted.

“Can’t believe you still think I would.”, she remarked hurt.

“No, I trust you.”, you disagreed whole-heartedly, cupping her cheeks with your hands before exchanging a gentle kiss with the striker. For one moment the pitch and the game faded into the background.

“I think I deserve that trust by now.”, Jenni stated earnestly, pressing a kiss to your hand before releasing you fully.

“You do.”, you responded. Both of you followed the game proudly. The Spanish national team player was the one who cheered and supported the girls the loudest.

A bright smile lit up Mila’s face during a short break once she realized that Jenni did came to the game to see her play. Shily your daughter waved at her which the striker returned with her hands formed to a heart. When the game was on again Mila even scored her first goal.

“There she comes! Hi Mila.”, Jenni kneed down to hug the small girl after the match officially ended.

Milas face split into a big grin once she spotted Jenni standing next to you. She immediately broke into a run and jumped into Jennis arms. “Jenni, you made it!“

“Of course I did. I promised you.“, Jenni laughed as she spun the little girl around before setting her back down on the grass.

Mila cocked her head: “Have you seen me play? You looked distracted by looking at Mami.“

You failed at stifling your laughter while your girlfriend replied: “Hey! Of course I watched you play.“

“Uhu, sure.“, Mila nodded, her little face filled with sass.

Jenni raised her eyebrow at her with a grin: “Excuse me? I came all the way from my national team camp to watch you play.“

The tiny football players’ eyes widened in awe: “How did you do that?“

“Magic.“, Jenni explained, waving her hands through the air as if she was casting some spells.

“Wow.“

“All for you.“, she winked at your daughter.

“Thank you, Jenni.“, Mila beamed and pressed yourself against the football player for another hug.

Jenni kneeled down to her: “You did so well today. Were you nervous?“

Mila nodded hesitantly: “Yes but Mami said she believes in me.“

“We both believed in you. Don’t worry, the nervousness gets better after a few games.“

“It does? Also, told coach that you’re a good coach too.“, Mila said and pointed in the direction of woman your age who watched you with raised eyebrows.

You shot her a smile while Jenni laughed: “Oh god.“

“She didn’t like to hear that.“, Mila confirmed what you both could read from the face of her coach already.

Jenni bit her lip to stop herself from laughing: “I bet so.“

“Mila, are you hungry?“, you quickly changed the topic, impatient to leave the football pitch and the watchful eyes of the youth coach.

“Yes!“

You turned to your girlfriend: “What about you, Jenni?“

“I think I have time to take my girls out for food.“, she winked.

“Perfect.“, you smiled.

Jenni held out her hand for Mila. You took the other hand of your daughter. “Let’s go.“

“Please, I’m starving.“, Mila complained which caused all three of you to break into laughter again.

Jenni ruffled through the young girls hair: “Don’t worry, you will get some food to fuel your body after such a long game.“

You found yourself at a restaurant shortly after. Mila was busy digging into her chicken tenders and you watched Jenni pick at her salad.

But there was something that your girlfriend had said earlier that you couldn’t get out of your head. You leaned forward, your chin resting on your hand and watched Jenni curiously: “So… how did you get out of the Spain camp?“

Chewing on a tomato, Jenni shook her head: “Can’t tell you that.“

“It’s top secret, huh?”, you smirked.

“Yes, it’s between me, the girls and our physio.”, she winked conspiratorially.

The small comment of the striker sparked Mila’s curiosity as well. “Was it dangerous?”

“A little bit.”, Jenni admitted sounding amused.

“Woah, that’s so cool.”, your daughter marvelled.

“Mila!”, you clicked your tongue disapprovingly.

“But mami you must admit it’s true.”, Mila defended herself.

Swiftly you changed the topic, looking into your girlfriend’s eyes. “When do you have to go back?”

“Tonight, but I can take Mila to bed before that.”, Jenni answered smiling.

“Really?”, your child asked beaming with delight.

“Really.”, the footballer confirmed mirroring her excitement.

“Good.”, Mila nodded satisfied.

The dinner with three had gone by in a blink.

In an animated tone Jenni read out loud to your daughter in the child’s bedroom. It was a story for boys and girls featuring the life story of Marta. In between you could hear Mila’s lively comments she exchanged with your girlfriend until there was only the silence of the night.

“She’s sleeping?”, you questioned as Jenni closed the door behind her.

“Yes.”, she affirmed calmly.

“Wonderful.”, you muttered gleefully. Eye to eye, you noticed a desire and lust in the way the striker looked at you. A blush crept upon your cheeks feeling the intensity of her stare. “What? Why are looking at me like that Jennifer?”

“No reason?”, she murmured innocently.

“No, tell me.”, you demanded in the knowledge that your lover was lying.  

“Well, I’ve some more time before I’ve to leave.”, she began mischievously.  

“You mean long enough to..?”

“Yes.”

“We shouldn’t waste more time don’t you agree?”, you glanced at her expectantly.

With a playful expression Jenni took your hand to guide you to your shared bedroom, leaving no doubt that she was fully in line with what just passed your lips.

Everything started with a promise and ended with another one.

After you two made love together Jenni promised that you three would be a forever thing. Something like the three musketeers against a man’s world which despite all it’s harshness would never get you down.

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Injured X

Alexia Putellas x Child!Reader

Jenni Hermoso x Child!Reader

Summary: You go back to ballet

Alexia doesn't know whether to be proud or horrified.

You've not even been out of the hospital for three days before she receives a text from Jenni saying that you're going back to ballet - by your own accord.

Alexia has been invited too and she fusses in front of the mirror, tugging at her outfit as she stares.

There's an extra training session tonight, taking penalties, and while Alexia would usually attend, she finds herself staring in her mirror as she contemplates putting her hair up or leaving it loose.

Olga leans by the door, Jaume on her hip. "You are seeing Bambi," She chides," Not going to a business meeting. A suit is not needed."

Alexia tugs at her blazer sleeve. Her slacks aren't buttoned up quite yet and her shirt isn't as crisp as it could be. "Are you sure?"

"Comfortable, Ale," Olga says," A t-shirt and some trackies. Jeans if you must but it's just a ballet class. You're not meeting investors. Change."

Alexia huffs but does as she's told, swapping her slacks for some Barcelona-issued tracksuit bottoms along with her white button-down for a plain t-shirt. Her blazer is taken from her in favour of a lightweight jacket and she's pushed out of the door in her trainers before she can contemplate other shoe options.

She's early for your ballet practice and she can hear you before you and Jenni even turn the corner.

You're talking animatedly to her, your little hand tight in hers as she looks down at you. Jenni's smiling at you, a big beaming smile that falls like a lance through Alexia's chest as she watches Jenni hang off your every word.

You stop in front of her, eyes wide as you shuffle a little closer like you're wary of her. "Hi, Mami."

Alexia smiles. "Hi, Bambi."

You very slowly shuffle even closer, looking like you're going to bolt back to the safety Jenni offers you before your little arms are wrapped around Alexia's legs in a hug.

Alexia's hand very gently runs through your unbound hair as you peer up at her with those same wide eyes.

"Come on, Bambi," Jenni calls and you immediately scamper back to her side," You've still got to change your shoes and gets your hair done. Inside, come on."

Jenni holds the door open for you and you hurry in, finding a place at a bench already crammed with parents and children as you begin to pull off your shoes.

"How is she?" Alexia asks.

"Sleepy," Jenni answers," Still a little emotional. She cried when I told her she should take another day off from ballet so here we are." She rummages around in the bag on her back. "Bambi, feet please."

You place one foot on Jenni's bent knee as she slips on your ballet flat before swapping to do the other. "When I'm eleven or twelve," You tell Mami," I can wear fancy pointe shoes and go up to tippy-toe!"

"Only if you keep practising," Jenni reminds you as she moves around the back to scrape your hair into a bun. Her hand skims your upper back and you flinch and Jenni notices instantly, freezing her movements until you fully relax again.

She doesn't touch your back again as she makes sure all of your hair is tied back in a bun.

"Alright," She says and you twist around to face her, turning your back on Mami as Ma-Jenni cups your face," What's the most important thing?"

"Having fun."

"That's right. Have fun. Turn on your listening ears and try your hardest."

You nod.

"And if you feel sleepy or tired you tell the teacher right away and they'll come and get me, understand?"

"Yes."

"Alright."

The door to the studio opens as students come out and your group goes in. You move with the crowd before stopping and turning around again.

You run back to Jenni, giving her a big hug before being released. You make an aborted movement to go again but stop yourself. In a few light steps, you're standing in front of Alexia.

"I'm going in now, Mami," You say," Bye-bye."

"I'm not going anywhere, Bambi," Alexia says," I'll be right here with Jenni when you come out."

You frown, head tilted to the side in confusion. "Why? Today's always penalty practice. You always go to penalty practice."

"Well, today, I'm at ballet practice. I'm staying here."

You look up at her, trying to puzzle out if she's lying to you and Alexia takes the chance to very carefully pull you into a hug. You're tense and rigid for a moment before you're fully relaxed against her, bringing your own arms up for a hug of your own.

You pull away and Alexia lets you, even though she desperately wants to keep you with her. So, she settles on walking you to the door.

Jenni's there too, talking with your teacher.

"-Just out of hospital. She might be a little woozy today or tired. I'm just outside if she needs a break or something."

You slip into the studio and get lost in the crowd of other kids as Alexia takes a seat on the bench with Jenni and the other parents. It's a little awkward.

Jenni knows everyone, greeting people casually and answering their small talk while Alexia awkwardly sits there.

Usually, she uses the time you're in ballet to run a few errands before going into an extra training session. Usually, she'd already be in the car and gone, picking up the dry cleaning from the fancy place down the street or getting the groceries done even though she could get them delivered.

It's odd to be sitting here.

Sitting here with her ex, staring through the glass walls to watch your session.

It's clear to Alexia that some of these kids are just here to have fun. They're here because their parents signed them up for this. But not you.

Even now, at such a young age, Alexia can recognise her laser focus in you, from the way you very slightly change your positioning or how you're always staring at your teacher, not letting your eyes stray through the windows to where you know Alexia and Jenni are sitting.

Your only focus is on your ballet and Alexia can imagine a grown up version of you in her head, with a proper outfit and pointe shoes and hair in a bun you've done yourself. She can imagine you on a stage with a full orchestra accompanying your dancing.

Alexia blinks and that image of you is gone.

It's just the you now and the way a tiny sliver of your tongue sticks out as you shift your foot further outwards.

"She's so talented," One of the other mothers says to Jenni, who beams.

The praise goes straight to Jenni's chest like this woman has personally complimented her. Your talent is obvious even at this age and Jenni knows under the right guidance, you're going to be great.

Her heart swells with pride as she watches you.

Your teacher has to adjust everyone's positioning but not yours.

You're a little prodigy and Jenni's so proud of you.

You're still a little tired, still have a sore throat from the tube that had been stuck down it but you're powering through it. Jenni would have preferred you staying home with her but you had been adamant.

You've gotten that from Alexia.

Jenni's never seen that level of focus on anyone who wasn't a Putellas. She's even seen it on Alba on occasion. Putellas girls grab what they want and they don't let it go.

Jenni sneaks a glance at Alexia, whose eyes haven't strayed from your dancing.

She knows that if Alexia wants to keep you, if Alexia doesn't want to let Jenni raise you then she won't get you - even if she's the right choice. Even if Jenni puts everything into raising you, if Alexia wants to keep you then Jenni will never get you.

Even if Jenni begs and begs, Putellas girls don't let go of what they want.

If Alexia decides that she can give you a better life, if she clings and clings and clings then you'll never be in Jenni's arms again and she doesn't know if she can cope with that.

Her only hope is that Eli can talk sense into Alexia, that Eli can see that Jenni is the best choice for you, the best choice to support and shape you into who you're going to be as an adult.

They sit in silence for most of your session, only exchanging a few words before you're released to them.

You're panting from exertion and you look so drained. You raise your hands up when you get close to them and Alexia's the quickest one.

She picks you up and settles you on her hip with ease. It's been a long time since you've been so comfortable with that. You're not completely comfortable just yet but you relax more and more until you're like you used to be.

Jenni trails after the two of you.

"How was dance, Bambi?" She asks and you peak over Alexia's shoulder to beam at her.

"Good! Fun!"

"That's excellent!" Jenni says," Do your feet hurt?"

You give her a cheeky smile and nod. "Mama gives me foot massages when they hurt!" You say to Mami.

"That's-" Alexia gets cut off by a loud, familiar voice from across the street.

"No way!" The voice says," Is that my favourite ballerina? It looks like it is!"

"Mapi!" You kick a little bit for Alexia to put you down and she begins to lower you to the ground but Jenni plucks you straight from her.

Alexia's in a little bit of awe at the way Jenni so easily swaps your ballet pumps for your trainers with one hand. She does it so easily and so naturally that it leaves Alexia wondering if she'd practised this or if it came automatically.

Once your outside shoes are on, Jenni releases you.

Thankfully, Mapi (and Ingrid) have already crossed the street so you can get to them without getting hit by a car.

"Hi, Mapi!" You chirp as Mapi reaches around to untie your hair from its bun, leaving it to fall loose down your back.

"What?" Ingrid chuckles," No hi for me?"

You suddenly turn shy, rubbing the tip of your shoe in the ground as you refuse to make eye contact, cheeks going bright red. "Hi, Ingrid." You shuffle into her arms and Jenni laughs, patting Mapi on the back.

"Better watch out," Jenni says," Or Bambi might steal your girlfriend."

Mapi rolls her eyes. "Only if she's into women years older than her."

"Well, by the looks of her crush, she might."

Jenni's clearly teasing but it still sends a bolt of lightning down Alexia's spine. She can't imagine you finding a partner one day. She can't imagine what you would look for in a partner.

Someone your age, Alexia reckons. Maybe someone you met through ballet. Maybe someone that has no association with football. Probably someone from Barcelona.

She's not really sure she can imagine you with someone. She can imagine you on stage. She can imagine you dancing professionally. She can't imagine you dating anyone.

She can't imagine you dating someone and moving away. She can't imagine you moving away as an adult. She can't imagine you moving away now.

She knows that if she lets you go with Jenni then you're going to Mexico. She knows that you're leaving Spain.

Alexia also knows that she's a Putellas. She knows that a Putellas doesn't just roll over and take the punches. She knows that if she wants something (if she wants to keep you with her) then she'll have to hold it tightly and not let it go (let you go) no matter what someone else thinks or says.

You're a Putellas too.

You're not a Hermoso - at least not legally.

You have Alexia's hyper focus. You have Alexia's genes too.

That has to count for something.

You came from Alexia. You grew in Alexia's womb. Alexia endured hours of labour to have you.

That has to count for something, right?

Right?

Blood rushes through Alexia's ears as she looks down at you, at how shy you still look while you stare at Ingrid, the tips of your ears turning pink just like Alexia's do when she's feeling shy.

Jenni's time in Spain is running out every day but for everything of herself she can see in you, Alexia can still aspects of Jenni in you. From the way you giggle and the way you smile and the way you hug.

Everything that used to be Alexia, is slowly changing into Jenni and you seem none the wiser.

"Bambi," Alexia calls and you turn to look at her.

You seem a little confused at being spoken to so suddenly but you're still smiling. It doesn't dim in the slightest.

"We goin' home now, Mami?"

Jenni freezes, whatever she's been saying to Mapi stops in her throat. You haven't called Alexia's house 'home' since Jenni's been with you. You've only called Alba's place 'home'.

Jenni doesn't know what that means. She doesn't know if you mean Alexia's place or Alba's. She doesn't know if you know which one you mean either.

She hates that stupid smug look on Alexia's face.

A look that Alexia doesn't even know she's wearing. She beams from ear to ear at your words. She wants desperately to say yes, to bring you back into the little family that you're a firm part of, to bring you back home to your room full of trains.

But she keeps herself calm.

She knows that she can't just sweep you away like that.

She needs to remain calm.

"Not right now, Bambi," She says," Listen me and Jenni need to go and see your Abuela. Do you want to spend the rest of your day with Mapi and Ingrid?"

You look at Ingrid, cheeks still bright red as you nod. "Yes, please, Mami."

Jenni takes the reins after that, giving Mapi orders on how to look after you and how in an hour or so you have your midday nap and to make sure that you have somewhere soft and warm to rest your head. She lays off orders that even Alexia hasn't thought of like how you should have a glass of water with a hint of lemon because it always wakes you up after naptime and how they shouldn't touch you because you're a light sleeper and you really need the rest after your hospital stay.

You curl into Jenni's arms as she says goodbye to you. You go all limp and boneless and somewhere along the way, your little fist latches on the front of Alexia's shirt, pulling her into the hug too. Just like it was in the Before.

With Mapi rolling her eyes and Ingrid promising to take the best care of you, Alexia and Jenni are at Eli's house within the hour.

Alba is there too, an ever-present figure of disapproval as she leans against the doorframe. Everyone already knows Alba's vote on this matter.

Her position has never swayed and Alexia can't look her in the eyes.

Alba wants her sister out of your life. Permanently if she could help it but at least as your main caregiver if she couldn't get permanently.

She has never been swayed. She has never thought any different. She doesn't care if she has to fly to Mexico to see you. She doesn't care if you never step foot in Spain again.

Alba thinks that's a better alternative than having you with Alexia.

Jenni's position is clear too. She won't say it out loud but everyone knows her position. She wants you. She wants you like she needs air to breathe. She wants you with every cell in her body and she doesn't think Alexia and Olga's home is right for you. It's alright for you but it's not perfect and Jenni thinks she can make you the perfect home.

Alexia's vote is cast in her own favour too. She's acknowledged what she's done. She's fixing it. She's changing how she lives her life so it can be better suited to you and your schedule. She's proving to everyone that she can still be a mother to you. She's showing that she loves you just as much as she loves Jaume. She's making a family for herself, a family that you deserve to be a part of.

But everyone knows where the decision truly lies.

It lies with the woman sitting at the head of the table.

She is not a Putellas. She does not cling to what she wants and refuses to let it go.

Eli is a Segura. She looks at both sides. She weighs up have-beens and could-bes and makes her decisions on that. If she thinks something would do better out of her grip then she will let it go. She will let it thrive and grow away from her even if it means never seeing it again.

She looks at her daughter and then to the woman that could have been her daughter-in-law.

The debates had been going back and forth for hours now, words bouncing off the walls of her house as she sat there.

Alexia made her case.

Jennie made her case.

Alba threw in her own opinions.

Then, Eli spoke.

She spoke for a long while and everyone hung on her every word.

"I cannot force you to do what you do not want to, Ale," Eli says at the end," She is your daughter. You have all the rights to her. Her future is in your hands right now-"

"Mama!" Alba cuts in," You can't be serious?! We all know what Alexia will choose! You cannot let her do this!"

"I cannot force your sister to do anything," Eli says," She is an adult and she holds all of Bambi's rights. None of us can force her to do anything." Her eyes flick back to her eldest. "But think about this carefully, Alexia. Do not make this decision with your heart. Make it with your head. Do what is best for Bambi."

Eli's words come back to Alexia a few days later at the park.

You and Jenni have met her, Olga and Jaume there.

Jaume is now strong enough to hold his own head up and crawl around, exploring the world with his hands and mouth.

He sits on the grass with Olga settled on the picnic blanket. He's crawling around, playing on the slight incline and Olga lets him, keeping half an eye on him and the other on her book.

You and Jenni are in the playground, playing on the slide. You're getting stronger and stronger every day. Your throat and voice are no longer scratchy and you've been given the all-clear from the doctor.

You're holding the new train that Jenni got you to celebrate getting out of the hospital. The usual train store has closed down now but Jenni managed to find another one. It ended up just you and her. You weren't sure that you wanted Mami to come with you. You turn your head a little to look at her.

Alexia sits on a bench, equal distance away from both you and Jaume, able to swivel her head around to see both of you.

Jaume tries to stick a flower in his mouth that Olga promptly confiscates.

You erupt into a fit of giggles as Jenni tickles your tummy.

Jaume tugs his shoes off.

You duck under the climbing frame.

Jaume babbles and claps.

You shriek with laughter when Jenni catches up to you.

Then the bubble bursts and all of the convincing Alexia has done to herself bursts. Every time she tells herself that she can make this work. Every time she tells herself that the decision she has made is the right one.

It's all ruined now.

Jaume tumbles down the incline. It's not a far fall for an adult but it's enough to shock a scream and tears from him. Olga's by his side instantly.

You fall off the slide. You land as a little heap on the ground and it's not a far fall either but you still cry as Jenni picks you up.

Both of you are hysterical, sobbing your eyes out and looking close to a breakdown.

"Ale!"

"Alexia!"

Alexia stands.

She looks between both situations and emotions she's never felt before surge through her system.

Jaume, her little football player.

You, her little ballerina.

Alexia must have glanced between you both countless time in the two seconds it takes her to react.

Her feet move on their own accord, carrying her towards one of her children.

The decision she previously made has changed. Alexia knows that nothing will be the same anymore.

The decision, this time, is permanent.

[mysunshinetemptress]

Rápido

Alexia Putellas x Jenni Hermoso x child!reader

Warnings: none except more shitty writing sorry

You’re still only small, still wobbly on your little legs, and still along way off being able to express your feelings opting to often at times throw tantrums.

You’ve spent more time on football fields than in playgrounds, more time in locker rooms, training rooms, and even physio rooms than a nursery, interacting with children your own age. But that’s to be expected when your Mama and Mamaí are world-class athletes playing for one of the best teams in the world. Surely the experiences they give you during your globetrotting are way better than the silly little nursery, your classmates are also professional athletes who know how to walk, talk and write, is that not better for you than some other snot-nosed two-year-olds who cry when they can’t reach a colour to draw on paper with.

But while all of these experiences are great, you’ve never really learned to share, you haven’t had to, your Mamaí’s are yours, your Tia’s and Grandparents are too. They have to be, they don’t spend any time with any other little kids like they do you. Your their baby, the teams baby they remind you as such when you start to kick off at the sight of them holding other kids hands as they walk out on to the pitch while your stuck with your Tia Alba and Abuela.

It was routine at this stage frustration would bubble in your tiny chest like a deflated soccer ball. You would stomp your foot, a wobbly attempt that would send you teetering before Tia Alba swooped you up, whispering words you didn't quite understand in order to calm you down.

Today is different though, you don't arrive at the stadium with Tia Alba and Abuela, in fact, you don't even get dropped off at Abuela's house, maybe your Mamai's forgot but you don't dare let out a sound in case they remember.

A grin stretched ear to ear on your face as Mama hoisted you out of the car seat. The familiar scent of freshly cut grass and popcorn mingled in the air, a symphony that announced you'd arrived at your favourite place – Camp Nou, Barcelona's legendary stadium. But today, something felt different. It was just you and Mamai's. Mama was here, her strong arms scooping you up and burying your face in the familiar scent of sweat and something sweet that must be Mamaí's perfume. While your Mamí retrieves everyone's bags from the back of the car before coming over and smiling down at you.

"Hola, Rápido," Mamí chuckled, her voice warm against your ear. "Excited for the big game?." You nod happily "Si, Mamí."

Suddenly, there's a loud shout from behind you and your Mamaí’s turn to see Mapi running straight for you all.

"There's my favourite niece!" she exclaimed, reaching out her hands. You giggled at the energetic defender reaching towards her, wanting to be passed off. Your Mama laughs happily giving you over "Hola to you too Mapi." Mapi waves your Mama off as she starts talking to you excitedly and begins to walk inside, Ingrid pulls your Mama into a hug "Hola Ale, Jenni how is Rápido today?." Your Mamaí’s begin to walk in with the younger Norwegian as they smile at the sound of your giggles. "She is good, she still doesn't know about the surprise yet." Ingrid smiled watching your interaction with Mapi as they made their way into the changing room "I think she'll love it."

Your eyes widened as you entered the locker room, hand clutched tightly in Mapi's. It wasn't just the usual pre-game buzz. Today, colourful balloons were tied to every locker, and a giant banner adorned the wall that read: "Welcome to the Team, Rápido!"

A gasp escaped your tiny lips. All your Tia's, your Mamaí's teammates, were gathered around, beaming at you. Cata, the gentle giant of a goalkeeper, knelt down, her arms outstretched. you were, usually shy around so many people, but you ran towards her, a shy smile forming on your face. Cata scooped you up, showering you with tickles, making you erupt in a fit of giggles.

Suddenly, a booming voice filled the room. "Rápido!" It was your Mama, holding a tiny Barcelona jersey with the number "10" emblazoned on the back. It was small just like you, the number your Mamí always wore. Your eyes welled up with a mixture of confusion and excitement.

Mama explained, "This is your jersey, Rápido. You're officially part of the team now!"

Unable to word how grateful you were you ran straight for your Mama, who didn't hesitate to pick you up and hold you close and squeeze her as tight as your little arms could "Gracias Mama." Your Mamí lets out a gasp pretending you had hurt her feelings after not coming over to her. You wiggled out of your Mama's arms as she put you down before running over to your Mamí " Wow so fast Rápido." You nodded happily before trying to squeeze her just like you did your Mama "I'm wearing you." Mamí laughs "Yeah you are wearing my number."

The locker room erupted in cheers and whistles. Mapi hoisted you high in the air, your tiny "10" jersey flapping in the excitement.

Ingrid ruffled your hair playfully. "Looks like we have a new teammate, and she's already stealing the spotlight from Alexia!"

Your Mama, playfully nudged Ingrid with a grin. "Don't worry," she winked, "I think Rápido has plenty of time to learn from the best."

Cata, still beaming, handed you a miniature soccer ball. It was soft and squishy, perfect for your tiny grasp. You bounced it clumsily on the floor, sending giggles rippling through the room. You lay the football down stepping back from the ball and looking at Cata before kicking the ball as hard as you could, Cata softly fell to the right as your ball rolled left past the goalkeeper. The locker room erupted into cheers as the door opened and Jonatan walked in.

"Ladies we have a game to get ready for vamos." The room let out a small apology as your Mamí picked you up putting you on her bench before getting changed into her own kit.

"So you're going to walk out with Mama doesn't that sound fun." You nodded "And you." Mamí shakes her head "No remember I have to hold another little kid's hand." You looked at her confused "Why."

The confusion etched on your face tugged at your Mamí's heartstrings.

"Because today," Mamí explained, kneeling next to you, "we get to share the walkout with other special little kids. Just like you get to today."

Your brow furrowed, the gears turning in your tiny mind. The idea of sharing wasn't entirely foreign, but it usually involved toys, not something as special as walking out onto the pitch at Camp Nou.

That same frustration bubbled in your tiny chest like a deflated soccer ball only this time it felt ten times worse.

You shook your head confused as to why you couldn't walk with both of your parents like you normally do happily in the middle "but why."

Suddenly, the locker room door opened "Ok ladies to the tunnel." Your Mama comes over taking your hand "Ready Rápido?." You shook your head "No Mamí." Your Mama looked at you her eyebrows scrunched together in confusion "Mamí is right there."

You turn your head just in time to see your Mamí take the hand of a random little girl.

A pang of jealousy shot through your heart as you watched Mamí clasp hands with the unfamiliar girl. Her smile, usually reserved for you and Mama, was directed at this stranger. You mumbled, a tiny voice barely a squeak, "But that's not me, Mamí."

Your Mama's brow furrowed. She crouched down, her warm brown eyes filled with concern. "What's wrong, Rápido?"

You struggled to find the words, your lower lip trembling slightly. Finally, it tumbled out, a garbled mess of emotions, "Walk out... with you... and Mamí ... in the middle..."

Your Mama tries but fails to stop your tears and before she can even talk to your Mamí about it the referees in front are walking towards the pitch.

Your Mama tries to walk out after them but your feet are planted firmly to the ground and you are really crying now Alexia knows you are boarding on a tantrum and the Camp Nou tunnel is not it the place for it so she scoops you up Instead, pulling your head into her neck as you continue to cry.

The cheers of the crowd outside the tunnel were a distant roar compared to the storm raging inside you. The hope of walking out with both your parents, a tiny hand held firmly in each of theirs, felt stolen, replaced by an unfamiliar girl who had somehow usurped your special place.

Mama, ever perceptive, felt her frustration even through the tears. "Shh, Rápido," she whispered, "It's okay to feel sad."

Pulling back slightly, she wiped your tear-streaked face with a gentle thumb. "Remember what I told you? Sharing your Mamí and I doesn't mean we you any less. This a chance to share the magic of the game with other little fans, just like you."

You sniffled, trying to process this. Sharing toys was okay, even sharing snacks with you Tia's sometimes. But this felt different. This was your little family.

Sensing your hesitation, Mama smiled. "Why don't we make a deal? Right now, your Mamí walks out with the other little girl and holds her hand. Later, all three of us to walk together and Mamí and I will swing you, would you like that?"

At this point your standing in line every other mascot in front of a Barcelona player except you as your Mama still tries to bribe you.

A tiny spark of hope flickered in your eyes. The thought of playing the swing game might just be enough for you to settle.

Your Mamí looks over to you and Mama worries etched across her face but Alexia just shakes her head and so Jenni turns back to the front.

You only begin to calm down after your Mama has pinky promised to swing you after the match, only then are you happy to go off and sit with Abuela and Tia Alba telling them happily about scoring on Cata and how Mama and Mamí are going to swing you.

Later, as the stadium erupted in cheers, Mamí found you by Abuela and Tia Alba. you were, still buzzing from the match rattling off all your favourite moments as Mamí listened patiently.  At a pause in your ramble Mamí held up her pinky finger with a wink.

"Swing time, Rápido,?" she asked.

You squealed with delight, launching yourself into Mamí's arms for a tight hug. As you walked towards your Mama, the tantrum and jealousy from earlier had completely disappeared. 

Grabbing your Mama's hand you let out a scream as they swung you high into the air laughing at your little giggles. You still have a long way to go with sharing but for now, it's just you and Your Mama and Mamí.

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We've created an artist — Alexia Putellas x Jenni Hermoso x Child! Reader

Warning: angst, abandonment issues, hitting. avoid reading if you feel uneasy about these topics.

Word count: 1386.

Summary: Alexia and Jenni had a daughter back in 2020. They split up in 2022 and Alexia started dating Olga the same year. In this fic, Jenni and Alexia do not end up together but they do face some challenges coparenting.

A/N: I almost sobbed writing this lol. It's pretty dramatic but it's worth it. 🫶

Through 2023, Alexia began introducing Olga to you. She started to make some comments about “her friend Olga” so you could get used to her name. Then, she gave you some gifts her friend Olga gave you; they made you really excited, as they usually were toys, fluffed animals, cute pieces of clothing from your favorite cartoons, etc. As you got used to Olga being in your mother's life, she eventually introduced her to you.

It went well. Olga was caring, all smiles for you. She was a bit timid, which you thought was wonderful, as you found her to be a delicate and loving woman. Alexia ended up telling you Olga was, in fact, her girlfriend and not her friend. It didn't change anything between the three of you, as your mother, Jenni, was also around, and everything carried on well.

While you were going through the life challenges of a two-year-old, your mother, Jenni, had to explain to you that she was going to be away for some time. It was not an easy, but necessary, decision for her and her football career. Even if you did not understand it, the psychologist your mothers talked to said it was crucial for your well-being to explain to you why Jenni was going to be away for some time, even if it sounded odd. She kept in contact with you through video calls, calls, and gifts she kept sending you and visiting you in Barcelona anytime she could, giving up any opportunity to visit her family in Madrid as you were her priority. The reason she didn't bring you to Mexico is because she didn't have any family there, while Alexia had her whole family near her. You still got to spend some time in Mexico when you visited Jenni with her family, especially your uncle, Jenni's brother, who you always had such a great time with. Because of these trips to Mexico, being far away from your mother, Jenni, wasn't that tough. Of course you missed her, but you saw her every month for a few days.

The World Cup came, and it was the best moment of your life. You got to spend about three months with both of your mothers and their teammates, especially the one who was closer to them. You celebrated your third birthday during your stay in New Zealand, as you were born in July.

September arrived. You started kindergarten when you were already three years old. You had a great start, coming home amused by how much fun you had at school each day. Alexia was the one who picked you up from school most days, but some of them you were greeted by Alexia's family, Olga, or Jenni's family when they came to visit. 

It took you almost a month before you started having an issue with Jenni not being able to pick you up from school. Your class was quite diverse, with different kinds of families: with one parent; with two mothers or fathers; with one mother and one father. But you had two mothers in your life; you wanted one of them to pick you up from school, just like you noticed some of your classmates were.

“Where can I go back to Mexico to see Mami?" you asked Alexia as she was picking you up from school. “Where's the «Hello, Mamà»?" she said as she tried to avoid the question. “Hello, Mamà. When am I seeing Mami again?” Alexia smiled at your innocence. “Soon, baby, soon.” You did not keep asking her about it, as you noticed tears threatening to escape your eyes. But that didn't imply that you were taking Jenni's absence well. The videocalls with Jenni kept getting quicker, as you couldn't bear seeing her through the phone for too long.

“What's up to her, Ale? Is everything alright?" Jenni asked one afternoon, when you didn't even spend one minute talking to her. Alexia tried to hold you but snapped back at her, “Leave me; I want to leave.” Afterwards, you went to your room to play with some toys.

Some weeks later, Alexia told you it was time to talk to Jenni, but you refused. “I don't want to talk with her.” “What do you mean you don't want to? Mami is waiting for you, baby. Did something happen?” “No. I'm not talking to her or to you."

Alexia sighed. She was usually calm when it came to you. Whenever something happened with you, she would sit with you and let you express yourself, even if that implied crying out of frustration because you couldn't go to the park. Something not a big deal to her but a huge deal for you at your age.

“What do you need, my love?” She kept asking you questions with a delicate tone. Olga got nearer and caressed your cheek, to which you responded by smiling. Alexia was dealing with some discomfort in her knee, which had her very worried. Still, she managed to keep calm and try to understand you. But you kept quiet. Worryingly quiet. Your mind felt so loud inside that you noticed your sight getting blurry. Images of Jenni came to your mind in a rush. You loved Alexia, but you needed Jenni's gentle and motherly touch.

Alexia began to lose her patience, and you shouted, “I need Mami. I want Mami. I want her now.” Alexia tried to calm you down, but you refused to let her touch you. “No! Don't touch me. I want Mami, not you”, as you got out of her embrace, slightly hitting her on the arm, running to your room, and shutting the door harshly.

It was the first time you did something like that. Getting out of Alexia's embrace the way you did wasn't a big deal for you, but Alexia felt like the whole world was collapsing. Olga rushed to hug Alexia, but her mind was repeating the moment of you hitting her. “Ale, baby, come back, please. Look at me.” Alexia's eyes had no expression overall. "Alexia." Olga said as she made Alexia look at her.

“She doesn't want me, Olga.”

“Yes, she does. Alexia, Y/N adores you. She just needs Jenni here too. She knows she has you here, in the room next to hers, at home. She's going to see you when she wakes up. She's going to have lunch with you. She plays with you at home. You both go on walks. She knows it, baby. But she also knows she can't have all that with Jenni. She doesn't have her other mother with her.” Alexia nodded, trying to understand Olga. “Y/N probably isn't aware of what she has just done. It was her way of expressing it. Later, you can explain to her why she can't hit people, even if she's sad, but right now, let her have some time to go through her anger and calm yourself down before talking to her.” Alexia finally hugged Olga back. “Thank you, Olga. Thank you.”

Half an hour later, Alexia came into your room, finding it empty. She freaked out as she called out your name, but you didn't respond. She went to her room. Still, you were nowhere to be found. “Alexia, she's here." Olga said. Alexia rushed to an empty room in the house, used for nothing in particular. You were sleeping on the floor with a drawing next to you. As Alexia got closer to you, Olga got out of the room to leave you both some time alone. In the paper, you drew yourself, with Alexia and Olga to your left. Olga was dressed with a timid smile and in a dress. Alexia was dressed the same way as you, in a fairy costume. This was enough to make Alexia cry. In the drawing, you also drew Jenni next to your right. She was drawn with a huge smile, emphasizing her dark black hair.

Alexia took a photo of your drawing and sent it to Jenni. “Look, we've created an artist. A very talented girl, Jenni. Talk to you in a couple of hours, as I know it's still pretty early there in México.” Then, she took a photo of you sleeping on the floor and sent it to her too. “Even geniuses need some sleep 😴 ”

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Need to be praised | Alexia Putellas x Jenni Hermoso x reader

Summary: after winning the most important home match of the Liga, the Clasico, it is even more clear how Alexia needs to feel loved, praised. You and Jenni plan a different evening than usual, hoping to help her.

Warnings: smut and light angst. dom!Jenni, sub!reader, sub!Alexia, oral sex, chocking on a strap, punishment (belt), safewords, daddy kink, use of pet names / slut, dirty talk, light degradation, praise.

Words: 6.6k

You enter your house, the sound of the door closing behind you.

There is silence.

Ale had fallen asleep in the back seat of the car as soon as you got into it.

The trip had been short, with some indie songs in the background.

Jenni’s hand had caressed your thigh the whole trip.

You were exhausted. You were coming back home after the umpteenth match, another match a few days after the last one. And it wasn't a normal match, it was the Clasico, the most important home game of the Liga with a sold-out stadium.

Alexia had felt the brunt of the responsibilities the most, being captain had made everything more complex, heavier.

Many, too many, responsibilities.

Moreover, there was that complex she had.

That one of no longer good enough.

Strong enough.

Talented enough.

Aitana had won everything possible.

Ale was happy for her, obviously, she had seen her grow up in Barça's youth team, she had taught her everything she could; but that doesn't mean something inside her wasn't burning, consuming her.

It wasn't envy, it was anger.

It was disappointment.

It was resentment.

Not to Tana, but to her knee.

Grudge over her ACL.

Hate for her knee, for the constant injuries she has.

And ever since Tana won the Ballon d’Or, the funny, smiling, Ale had faded away. It wasn't easy to see, to notice this constant state of pain, she was really good at hiding it. But you could tell she was tired, that she couldn't take all the pressure anymore.

She tended to vent this anxiety, this pressure, this anger, with sex, rough sex where her need for control could come out. But, because you were having so many matches and only a few days off, you couldn't, she couldn't, dedicate to yourself the time necessary to enter that necessary headspace, to even think about it.

And Ale was increasingly needy, but it was not a need to be in charge, to be the dominant one. Jenni and you talked about it two nights ago, when the blonde was at yet another technical meeting with the staff and you two were having dinner at home. She had asked you if you two could take care of Ale, to change your roles in bed for once; Jenni had pointed out that Ale really needed to receive compliments, to be told that she was good.

That she was enough.

To feel loved.

To feel appreciated.

You weren't familiar with this, much more comfortable being the good submissive, but she was right.

You take Ale's hand and pull it towards you.

You gently place your lips on hers.

You feel her relax at the contact.

Her lips are soft, sweet.

Your hand is threading through her hair, massaging her scalp.

She gasps at the contact.

“Amor, we would like to suggest something to you”

Jenni's voice interrupts your kiss.

It is low, horny.

Ale turns towards the older woman, your arms wrapping around her body.

You are in the middle of the hall.

Jenni is leaning against the kitchen doorframe, her gaze fixed on Alexia.

Sweet eyes, a barely visible smile.

You leave kisses on the Catalan's shoulder, as if to reassure her.

“We would like to take care of you, amor – she tells her as she approaches the blonde – to make you understand how perfect you are, to prove it to you”

Ale opens her eyes wide, her body tensing beneath your arms.

“You don't have to say yes if you don't want to - you add as soon as you realize how tense she is - But we thought that this could be the better moment, because we will have the next three days free"

She nods surprisingly quickly.

“I want it, please”

You stop the kisses.

Alexia always hated giving up control, always fighting also Jenni before letting it to her.

You glance at Jenni, the older woman smiles lovingly at the blonde.

“Already so good amor, my good girl” she tells her before placing her lips on the blonde’s ones.

The kiss is loving.

Romantic.

Slow.

Nothing to do with their usual kisses, the rough, passionate ones.

There is no struggle for control.

For being the one in charge.

For power.

Ale leaves to the raven the chance to direct it.

“Why don't you both go lie down in bed? I want you both naked"

You nod, taking Ale's hand, and then heading towards your room.

You take off her shirt slowly, helping her slide it over her arms, leaving chaste kisses on her chest here and there.

She moans, her hands in your hair.

Your hands grip the button on her jeans while you look at her asking for permission and, when she nods, you remove it from the buttonhole.

You push them towards her ankles and she kicks them away, leaving her only in underwear.

You quickly take off Jenni's hoodie and peel off your sweatpants.

You push her towards her bed, asking her to lie on her back, Alexia complies without responding.

A sense of tenderness invades you at the thought of how much she needs reassurance.

She lies down, head against the pillows, and you kiss her neck, the collarbones, leaving few marks along the line of the bone.

“You are so perfect Ale," you whisper before licking the skin between her breasts "So beautiful.”

She gasps, the grip on your hair harder.

“We will take care of you, you know that?" you kiss her abdomen, your lips in contact with every muscle, "You won't have to think about anything.”

She moans desperately.

“Please," she whispers, absorbed, "I beg you.”

“You are so needy, mh?”

“Yes, I need you so much,” she replies lost.

The low voice, a whisper.

Arms outstretched.

You touch the elastic of her panties with your lips.

She sighs.

"I beg you."

You slowly remove them, kissing her thighs and ankles as you go.

You observe her. The eyes are closed, her head tilted back, the lips parted while she sight, the back arched, her panting makes her chest rise maniacally.

She had never begged you.

Never.

“We have to wait for Jenni, amor," you whisper in amusement when she tries to push your head between her thighs, "Are you such a needy thing, aren't you?”

The obvious hesitation in your voice.

You don't know how far you can go.

How much can you point out that she is not in charge.

You're not even sure you know how to praise her.

She nods.

“Can you kiss me?”

The voice almost scared.

Hesitant.

Needy.

You push yourself towards her face.

You kiss her lips, the grip on your heart increases.

How insecure is she?

“Amor, I thought I said you should both be naked,” Jenni's voice fills the room.

You pant against the blonde's lips.

You kneel on the bed, your knees resting on the mattress on the side of Ale's hips.

You undo your bra, sliding it off your arms.

The captain moans beneath you, her hands squeezing your thighs, the grip almost painful.

“Take off your panties, amor, before I have to punish you – despite the loving voice, the note of dominance evident – ​​This night is just for Alexia, isn't it?”

You nod quickly, scared of ruining everything.

To shift attention from Ale.

To stop you from taking care of her.

You stand at the foot of the bed, facing Jenni, and quickly take off your panties, letting them fall to your feet, then kicking them to your right.

You look at the floor, your head bowed, not having the courage to look the Madrilenian in her eyes.

The attention must be on Ale, but you don't know how to behave.

What to do.

What not to do.

Her feet enter your field of vision and you close your eyes when you see a hand move towards you.

She rests it on your cheek.

“I'm sorry daddy,” you whisper guiltily, cheeks burning for the embarrassment.

Ale moans openly behind you.

“It's okay amor,” she whispers before forcing your chin up, obligating you to look into her eyes “Ale is so beautiful that she’s distracting, it's normal that you've lost all sense of the rules. But don't do it again, or I'll punish you, okay?”

You nod.

“Yes daddy, I'm sorry.”

She smiles before kissing you.

It's not the sweet kiss she gave the blonde.

It's passionate.

Rough.

Her teeth bite your lip.

It's her way of showing off dominance.

To show that she is in control.

“Now I'll tell you what we'll do, okay?”

Her voice betraying not just horniness, but impatience.

Jenni loves to dominate and she loves having any form of control in bed.

“I will sit on this chair and you will put on a good show for me following my instructions, okay?”

“Yes,” you both answer in unison.

The response speed is almost astonishing.

The raven grabs your hair forcefully.

"What's my name?"

“Daddy,” you gasp in pain from the grip, "I'm sorry daddy.”

You bite your lips looking into her eyes, which are tainted by sadism. This version of Ale, this so submissive Ale, has to make her really horny.

Then, while she looks you strictly in the eyes, a grin appears on her face.

“What are your safewords?” she asks you.

“Green to continue, yellow to slow down, red to stop,” you respond.

She nods.

“Are these safewords okay for you, Alexia?”

She replies with a whispered, shy, “Yes, Jenni.”

“Can you tell me what we always say about using safewords, amor?”

“Which… that should be used if I need it,” she sighs hesitantly.

The Madrilenian smiles.

“Good girl,” she praises.

Ale and you moan in unison.

“Alexia, sit against the headboard with legs wide open - you feel Ale move, while Jenni's grip on your hair hardens - You get on your hands and knees, your back arched, your head between Alexia's legs,” Jenni directs.

She lets go of your hair, opening her hand.

She takes a step back, as if to give you enough space to do what she asked.

You look at her, lips wide open.

Does she want to punish you?

She tilts her face to the side, as if to warn you and exhort you to follow.

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“I'm sorry, daddy,” you whisper guiltily before turning towards the bed.

Are you already shifting the attention from Ale to you?

You can't look at the blonde because of the embarrassment of being naked, bent over like this, waiting for punishment.

Ale moans, her hands gripping tighten the sheet beneath her.

You rest your knees on the bed between her legs, and arch your back, shoulders brushing her thighs.

Your hands are on her thighs.

“Hands behind your back,” she commands.

You do it and try to adapt better to the position, to find a balance which in reality always turns out to be precarious.

You hear footsteps behind you, and from the way Alexia's body tenses you could swear Jenni is selecting items from the drawer.

You pant in anticipation.

A knot in your abdomen.

The smell of Alexia invades your nostrils.

You squeeze your thighs.

“Now I'll tell you how things will go,” she announces in an authoritarian tone. “Cariño, you broke the rules, so I'll spank you - her steps stop - And Alexia will decide how and how many times because she was a good girl, and good girls should be rewarded,” Jenni declares.

You moan without restraint, and the blonde does the same.

“You can decide everything, amor, how many blows, with what, if she should be tied up… everything. Because if you are good girls you can choose,” she tells her.

You bite the sheets, hands clasping together.

The nails in your palms.

Your pussy contracts around nothing, arousal starting to wet your thighs too.

“I... the belt - you widen your eyes at Ale's response - is it okay?” she asks Jenni hesitantly.

You close your eyes at the idea of the belt.

Ale loves to use it to punish you, she prefers it to any other object or the hands, while Jenni prefers hands, she says she loves the feeling of your body twitching under her touch. But when Jenni uses the belt to punish you, those few times, she does it harshly, while Ale is kinder, the blows she gives are softer, she loves to see how you jump when the belt comes into contact with the butt, not so much causing you strong pain.

“Of course, whatever you want, pretty girl,” Jenni concedes.

You groan, realizing how things are going to go.

You'll be their little toy, as always, but the dynamic is different. Jenni wanted this, she wanted you to disobey, so she could allow Ale to choose, to be in charge, praising her for every decision made under her guidance.

“How many times?”

“Ten,” the Catalan replies surprisingly confidently.

Jenni chuckles.

“You like when I punish our slut with the belt, don't you?”

“Yes, I like it,” Ale admits.

Her hands are now in your hair, and you gasp at the unexpected hold.

“Why, pretty girl?”

“Because of the noise that the belt makes when it hit her butt, because it leaves marks, because then she is always soaking wet”.

“Do you know why she is always wet?” Jenni replies to her as if you were not among them. “Because she is such a slut for us, for you.”

Ale and you gasp at the same time.

The humiliation, the degradation, which clashes with the sweet tone used with Ale.

The grip on your hair tightens, the nails penetrate the scalp.

“Please,” you whisper, not knowing whether to Ale or Jenni.

“So eager to be punished for us,” she muses.

You arch your back even more.

You hear a metallic noise, it's the buckle that makes the belt, and your body tenses in reaction.

“Do you want her tied up?”

“No - Ale replies - If-if she moves her hands-“

“Will there be more blows?”

You close your eyes at the idea.

They know that you don't know how to stay still when they punish you, that you need to be tied up if they want you not to move.

"No. Denial,” Ale pants, unable to explain herself better.

“As you wish, pretty girl.”

You clench your jaws, the opposition between the praise for Ale and the humiliation towards you is aphrodisiac, but your body is so tense that you know that the impact of the belt will be even more painful.

“Jenni, can I touch myself?”

You widen your eyes at Ale's request.

Ale doesn't ask permission to touch herself.

Ale touches herself, maybe she is then punished by Jenni, but Ale doesn't ask permission to do it. It is one of the most bratty behaviors that the blonde uses against the older woman.

The request probably also leaves Jenni dumbfounded, who is slow to respond.

“Please, I'll be good, I won't come without your permission.”

You moan.

You had never seen Ale so submissive, so in need of praise, to be good for Jenni.

“You can touch yourself, amor, but with this,” she says as you hear her walking. “And you can't come without my permission.”

Her hands leave your hair.

You try to look at her.

She leans over your body while Jenni gives her something, an object, that you recognize as a vibrator when you hear the sound of a vibration.

One of her hands comes to rest between her legs, the vibrator against her clit, the other one on her breast, starting to play with a nipple.

Then, the first blow hits your butt.

You scream in surprise, at the pain.

The body that tenses, moves towards Alexia's thighs.

“One, daddy, thank you,” you reply automatically like every time you get punished.

You hear her grinning.

Then another shot.

You groan.

“Two, daddy, thank you.”

The pain already starting to invade you and she continues to hit you with this force for the next five blows.

Alexia's moans invade the air.

“Can I… a finger,” she gasps, her thoughts disarranged.

“Yes amor, you can. Fuck yourself for me”

Ale moans, a grating moan, then you see her stick a finger inside herself.

You bite the sheet and, before you understand what you are doing, you place your hands on the mattress.

"You're such a slut who always wants to be the center of attention," the raven girl says angrily behind you "This was supposed to be Ale's night, but not only did you get to be punished, but you broke another time the rules"

You gasp, closing your eyes in humiliation, and try to fix your situation by repositioning your hands on your back, in the position you were supposed to hold. You hope it's enough, but you know it's not.

“I'm sorry daddy,” you whisper guiltily.

“Mm, really?” the teasing tone, the hands squeezing your ass between your fingers. "you're such an exhibitionist slut that I might think you were putting on a show for Alexia. Do you like it, pretty girl?”

Her hands are on your ass, squeezing the flesh, on the places where bruises will probably show up, and you groan in pain.

“Yes Jenni, so much.”

You gasp.

Usually, the dynamic is inverse. You're the good one, the one who gets praised, Ale is the one who breaks the rules on purpose to annoy Jenni.

The blonde's moans are getting closer and closer together, the hand that moves fastest inside her and she plays with the vibrator against her clit.

“Do you want to come, pretty girl?”

She pants, she begs her.

A blow, hard, impacts your ass.

You move forward, your body contracted by pain.

It hurts more than all the others, and is the same for the other two. You gasp, tears in your eyes.

“Can I come, Jenni? Please, I was good for you”

“Come for me, love,” Jenni's voice surprisingly gentle. "come for me, my perfect girl.”

Alexia comes screaming, her body shaking around you as she lives it to the end. she then turns off the vibrator, dropping it absentmindedly to her side.

"Jenni" you moan, your voice unsure, trembling, without really know what you want.

The pain pervades your body, your hands grab the sheet, clenching it between fists. You know you're breaking the rules again, but you need to touch something, to grip something, in an attempt to alleviate that pain.

You know it's Alexia's night, that you're there for her, that she needs to be praised, but you're not sure if this is the direction you want the night to take. The way she had squeezed your cheeks between her hands suggests how the evening could take a more sadistic turn, and less caring, and you're not sure if you want that.

The idea of being their toy makes you horny, the idea of being used turns you on, but you need to be praised too, to be told that you're good too.

You hear Ale's breathing calm down, Jenni bending over your body to kiss her. You lift your head, watching from below as their lips collide, as the blonde's hands end up in her hair, and as the raven grins against her.

You bite your lip, not knowing if you want to interrupt the moment or if it's better to let it continue.

"My pretty girl," the Madrilenian whispers as she moves away from Alexia, standing up again at the foot of the bed, "My two good girls," she says, her hand touching your back rubbing her nails lightly on it.

You gasp, the praise finally arrived, the kind lovely contact.

Your thighs clench in response.

"Amor, can you lie on your back?"

You do as she asked, without talking back, your skin burning at the contact with the fabric of the sheet, your hesitant hands ending up on Ale's shins, your gaze avoiding the one of the older woman.

"You're forgiven, amor," Jenni whispers before kneeling on the bed, her knees to the sides of your hips, "My good girl."

Then, finally, she kisses you. A slow, loving kiss and your hesitant hands draw her to you, seeking comfort. One of her hands lands on your cheek, thumb gently caressing your skin, the other on Alexia's thigh.

"Are you okay?" she asks softly once she moves away from your lips, her gaze trained on yours, her eyes sweet, a shy smile shapes her face.

"Yes daddy - you answer, your voice still trembling - Another kiss?"

The blonde moans at the sight of you two, between her legs, kissing.

Jenni takes her time to kiss you, her tongue licking your lower lip, her teeth nibbling your lips, then kissing the skin of your jaw, your neck.

She sucks a portion of skin above your collarbone, leaving you a dark red hickey, and you move your hands through her hair, your legs now bent on themselves tightening her body to you.

She grins, then bites the skin of your chest multiple times, leaving various marks next to the first.

"Daddy," you gasp again.

"What, little one?" she asks, her face now reclined towards you, her black eyes staring into yours.

You blush under her gaze.

"Please daddy touch me."

She licks her lower lip, then returns to kiss your chest, moving towards your breast. She bites your right nipple, one hand gripping the left between her fingers.

You arch your back towards her, your head brushing against the inner thigh of Alexia; and that's how two fingers of one hand of the blonde, that were gripping her thighs, end up against your mouth. She pushes them beyond your lips, against your tongue, and you gasp surprised at the intrusion. You tilt your head towards her, giving her more access to your mouth, and try to lick them.

You look into her eyes as she moves her fingers inside up to the last knuckle, thus reaching the back of your throat and making you gag.

Jenni, hearing the noise, stops kissing you.

You feel her observing you, and you have confirmation when Ale shifts her gaze from you to above you.

She smiles shyly.

The brunette gets up on her knees, moves them towards Ale, crawling on the bed, then kisses her again.

You moan at the lack of contact, at the cold hitting the saliva she left on your chest.

The blonde's fingers stop, entirely inside your mouth, the moment the older one's lips land on hers.

"Keep moving them," Jenni orders, and she does, moving them faster, "Like that, good girl, fuck her mouth."

You gasp, almost choking, when they hit the back of your throat rhythmically. You squeeze the raven's thighs with your hands as you push yourself a little further toward the end of the bed, seeking a more comfortable position.

"Do you want to fuck her mouth with the strap-on, pretty girl?" the brunette asks her.

Your eyes widen at the idea.

"Yes-yes Jenni, please."

Jenni leans in one last time, kissing her lips softly, then gets up from the bed again. You hear her walks back towards the cabinet and open the drawer; Ale's hand, wet from your saliva, is now resting against your cheek, the thumb caressing your skin.

You turn your head, your cheek against the mattress, and then absentmindedly kiss her inner thigh with your lips open, knowing how sensitive that part of her body is. And sure enough, she moans and you feel her other hand move from her thigh to your hair, squeezing it.

“So beautiful,” Jenni murmurs so softly that you almost don't hear her "My perfect girls".

You hear her walking to the side of the bed, and then sitting next to Ale.

You see her kiss her neck, and the blonde tilts her head back against the wall, giving her more space.

“Shall I help you put it on? - she asks, without really expecting an answer - Amor, lie on your stomach"

You roll onto your side, then onto your stomach, groaning at the feeling of the cold air against your cheeks.

You look at Jenni, she's still fully dressed, her shirt sleeves rolled up and the top buttons open, hair gathered in a low ponytail that leaves the shorter tufts free.

She helps the younger to wear the strap-on, her hands skimming Alexia's thighs, and you moan in anticipation.

“Move more towards Alexia - she orders when the blonde has finished preparing, her thighs even more open - Your head must be perfectly aligned with the strap-on. Exactly, like that, good girl” she praises you.

You moan, looking at her, but she's focusing on the blonde, her hand squeezing the woman's jaw, forcing her to look at her, then licking her bottom lip.

"Ready?"

The blonde nods and leans towards Jenni, her lips pressed carefully to hers, as if trying to figure out if the raven is okay with her resourcefulness. The older woman kisses her back, her hand on her cheek.

You moan, the pain between your legs growing more and more. The desire to touch yourself, to move your hand there and reach your orgasm, makes you squeeze the blonde's thighs tighter in an attempt not to do it, to be good for them.

“Alexia, you won't be able to touch her, I will decide the pace - Jenni's hand ends up in your hair, caressing it - Cariño, remember that if it's too much you have to tap Alexia's thigh three times and I will stop immediately, understand?”

You nod, your gaze fixed on the dildo. It's bigger than the one you normally use for oral sex, you bite your lip hesitantly.

“Words, not gestures” she warns you.

"Yes, daddy" the voice unsure, hesitant.

“I know you can take it all the way, be a good girl for me” Jenni urges you, her hand that applies enough pressure to push you to take it in your mouth.

You open your lips when the tip of the dildo touches them. Alexia moans in response, her hands gripping the sheet in an attempt not to touch you, not to break the rules.

The hand in your hair applies more pressure, pushing you to take more into your mouth. When you take about half of it into your mouth you moan, the choking sensation creeping in and you feel your hair being pulled upwards.

“Relax your throat, I want you to take it all in your mouth” you hear her order, and then apply pressure again.

You try to breathe through your nose, the saliva pouring out of your mouth uncontrollably as you take in more than half, the tip hitting your throat, making you squirm.

“Shhh, stay still - you close your eyes trying to calm your breathing and breathe through your nose, your hands gripping Alexia's thighs more tightly - Good girl. Now move on it, like this, yeah,” she instructs, pushing her hand up, relieving the pressure, and then applying it again.

You go on like this for a while, the blonde's moans are the only other sound besides what you make.

“Do you like seeing her choke on your cock, pretty girl?”

“Yes… yes Jenni” she replies quickly, her voice breathless.

You close your eyes when the hand puts more pressure on the back of your neck, pushing you to take even more into your mouth, until you come into contact with the harness. The tears wetting your cheeks.

The moan that comes out of Ale's mouth is so grating, so low, that you've never heard it before.

Then, Jenni's hand pushes you upwards, until you no longer have the dildo in your mouth.

You moan for air, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to the strap-on.

“My good slut, so good at sucking cocks. We should just use you for this, right?” her thumbs clean your cheeks “making you my cock slut, used only for this, mh?”

You contract your thighs, rub them against each other, in an attempt to give yourself a minimum of pleasure.

“Now go back and suck it as the good slut I know you are, do you understand?”

“Yes, daddy,” you reply, then place your head back on top of the dildo.

Your lips surrounding it, her hand pushing you back down until you take more than half of it into your mouth. She leaves you like this for a second, and then begins to set a fast, frenetic pace.

You whine as you feel the blonde's thighs contracting rhythmically under your hands every time you lower your head.

“Jenni… Jenni, can I come? Please, I was so good”

“Come for me Ale” she orders while her hand pushes you to the base.

You choke on it, your saliva wetting her thighs as Jenni forces you to move rhythmically on it.

The base of the dildo that put pressure on her clit, her moans getting closer and closer.

“I’m coming… I’m-“

You feel her coming, her thighs contracting beneath you as you hear her scream, the madrilenian's hand continues to push you towards the base of the dildo, allowing her to fully ride out the orgasm.

“St-stop” Ale pants, and the hand quickly disappears from your hair.

You immediately pull away, moaning at the feeling of air in your lungs, saliva binding you to the fake cock, tears in your eyes. You cough a couple of times gasping for air.

“Look at me” the Madrilenian orders you and, when you do, her hand moves towards the saliva, wetting four fingers, and then spreading it on your cheeks.

“Our slut, so obedient. My cock slut”

She grins as you take a finger into your mouth, sucking it down to the base. Her eyes widen slightly, surprised by your boldness.

Alexia turns her head towards her, kisses her neck, sucks some portion of her skin.

“No marks, Alexia”

“Mhmh” the younger one replies distractedly as she continues to kiss her neck.

You take you off her finger with a snap.

“Please daddy, I was so good… fuck me”

She grins looking at you, almost as if Ale wasn't kissing her.

“Yes daddy, fuck her” the blonde supports you, whispering those words directly into contact with her skin.

Jenni's eyes widen when the blonde calls her that.

She bites her lip, her hand ends under your neck. “Come here, sit on my lap”

You rush to do it, hoping for contact.

“Kiss Alexia” she orders you and, without wasting time, you turn towards the blonde and place your lips on hers.

It's a slow, passionate kiss, done just to put on a show, a private show for Jenni, just for her.

“My good girls” she pants as you feel her lips touching your neck, one hand grabbing your breast, the other on your butt.

You break away from the kiss and then look into Jenni's eyes, your fingers move toward her shirt.

“Can I undress you daddy?” I ask shyly, hoping for an affirmative answer.

She looks at you, eyes trained on yours; you try to make the cutest puppy eyes and, caught up in trying to convince her, you move your lips to her sensitive spot, the one under her earlobe.

“Please, daddy, I was so good for you”

“Okay,” she replies, and you smile against her.

You kneel, a couple of feet away from her body. Your hands grab one button after another, undoing them from the buttonholes, and then you help her remove the shirt, leaving her chest bare, her breasts covered by a simple black bra.

You look at her body, get lost in observing her tattoos, her defined muscles, and touch the straps of her bra.

She unhooks it, letting it fall onto her lap.

You bite your lip in front of her swollen nipples, you want to kiss them, lick them, but you know that to do so you have to have her permission.

“Can you undo my pants?” she asks you, urging you to do so.

You nod, your hands moving down to the waistband of her pants, undoing them and pulling down the zipper.

Jenni pushes them, and her underwear, towards her knees and you crawl backward, pulling them towards her ankles, then throwing them on the floor.

“Take the black strap from the drawer,” she orders, and you quickly move toward the cabinet.

You hear her tell Alexia to take off the harness and lie down on her stomach, immediately followed by noises.

“Good girl”

You turn around and see her lying between her legs, her head against her chest, the younger girl's hands are in the raven's hair, her head tilted back.

“So sensitive”

You bite your lip at the sight, the pain in your belly getting stronger, more and more needy to have an orgasm.

Alexia moans when the brunette bites her nipple, but she doesn't have time to realize it because the older one moves further and further down, toward her pelvis.

“My perfect girl”

You are standing, in front of the cabinet, not knowing what to do, what to say.

“Amor, lie down next to Alexia, on your stomach, legs open. Give me the strap”

Quickly you lie down next to Alexia, hoping for contact, for relief.

Jenni grins at the sight of your desperation, at the sight of how needy you are.

“Kiss her” she orders you.

You place your lips on hers, a hesitant, sweet, light kiss, as if you were afraid of hurting her. Your hand on her cheek, thumb caressing her skin, and she bites your lip, pulling it towards her, making you gasp.

“Daddy please” you beg, in a moment of pause in the kiss, your forehead against Alexia's one.

You look at the raven woman and find her wearing the strap-on.

“Here's what we'll do now: I'll fuck Alexia, while you kiss her, and then, if you deserve it, I'll fuck you”

You look at her pleadingly.

You need to be touched, to come, to have attention.

"Daddy, please"

"Safeword?"

You swallow your saliva not knowing how to respond. You know you don't need to stop, you want to see Alexia get fucked by Jenni, but you also know you need physical contact. You don't want to be selfish, shift the attention onto yourself, Jenni has said several times that this was supposed to be Alexia's night and you need to be her good girl, to be praised for it, but you need to be touched, to feel loved.

"Amor?" she asks, her voice softest, as she kneels on the bed, her knees on either side of your body.

“Yellow,” you whisper without looking into her eyes, scared to see disappointment there.

“Do you need us to stop?”

You shook your head quickly. "I... can I come then? Please Daddy, I'll be good, I swear"

She smiles, her lips kissing yours. "Yes, little girl. Be my good perfect girl and I'll give you the best orgasm of your life, mh?”

You swallow saliva at the praise, at the promise of relief.

"No more teasing? Promise?" you ask.

She grips your jaw gently, forcing you to look at her. "Look at me, little girl. I promise. And if it's too much you stop me, okay? Do you promise me?"

You blush under her serious yet sweet gaze.

"Promise" you whisper, then you turn your head towards the blonde and go back to kissing her, a more passionate, rougher kiss.

You hear Jennie laughing while she gets up and then positions herself between Ale's legs, her fingers teasing her folds, moving inside her with a slow rhythm. “Ready, pretty girl?”

"Please Jenni, please-"

And, without waiting for other words or begs, she enters her.

Alexia arches her back in response, her head tilted towards the wall. Your lips attach to her neck, you kiss it, you bite it; you move one hand towards her breast, playing with the nipple.

The blonde moans as Jenni begins to move into her slowly, giving her time to adjust.

But you don't have time, you want to have your orgasm, be touched, be fucked.

You turn her face towards you, your lips on hers again, and you pull her nipple harder, passing tell between your fingers.

When Jenni starts to move with a fast, sharp, pace, Alexia pulls away from you, her hands on Jenni's back, her legs around her body, her lips against hers.

You bite your lip as you look at them.

The older one moves at a faster and faster pace, while the blonde moans closer and closer, more and more desperately.

The pain in your belly increases at this sight, desire burns inside you.

“Are you closed,?” she asks, her voice low, hoarse, even if it seems more like a statement.

"Yes, yes daddy, I'm closed - Alexia moans uncontrollably, her head tilted back - may I come? please daddy, make me cum”

You contract your thighs hearing her beg, hearing her calling Jenni daddy. You push towards her neck, kissing it, while Jenni kisses the other side.

“Cum for me amor” she whispers against her ear.

Alexia, shortly after, arches her back even more, a scream leaving her lips, her eyes closed and her forehead wet with sweat.

Jenni continues to move into her until her orgasm is over, then slowly pulls out of her.

She kisses her lips, her cheeks. “My perfect girl, you did so good”

The blonde gasps, unable to form any thoughts, any sentences. Her chest rhythmically contracting, her breathing quickening.

“Lie on your stomach, on your elbows and knees” Jenni orders, without even looking at you, while still kissing Alexia.

As if awakened from a stupor, execute quickly. Your back arched obscenely, your head close to Alexia's, your hands above your head, your legs open.

“Fucking soaked, who would have thought that our slut likes to look as well as be looked at”

Her voice is low, hoarse, and she says it while her finger grazes your folds, from your clit to your hole.

You arch your back even more, seeking contact.

“Daddy, please, ple-aaa” you scream when her lips press against your folds, her tongue exploring it, teasing your clit.

You clench the sheets in your fists, rhythmically push your body towards her, seeking relief, seeking your orgasm.

You feel her finger rest against your hole, then enter you effortlessly, and then another.

“So soaked - hand moving, straight away, furiously - My slut”

“Yes… yes daddy, your slut”

She bites your cheek, and you groan in pain.

“Please, I beg you… please daddy”

She smiles against your skin, a third finger adding.

You push towards her quickly, sprawling, the orgasm advancing in you.

You feel it.

“Are you closed?”

You nod into the mattress.

“Yes daddy, please, can I come?”

She bites your ass, then removes her fingers from you, but you don't even have time to notice because her cock enters you.

You scream with pleasure.

One of her arms ends up around your neck, forcing you to your knees, your back against her body.

She immediately moves fast, hard, inside you.

“My slut, only mine. So needy, so desperate”

"Yes... yes daddy" You moan, not knowing what to say to her.

She tightens her grip around your neck, her other hand pinching a nipple, the thrusts more and more frantic, faster, while she moans against your ear.

"Wait for me to come"

You close your eyes and shake your head. “I can’t, daddy I can’t… please”

“Wait me, be my perfect girl” she replies as she fucks you even harder.

You contract your body in an attempt to slow the orgasm that is building within you. “Please daddy, please”

"Cum, cum for me”

[magics-neptunes-things]

Baby Sister

Hi guys!

This one is from resquets, lot of them actually. I hope you will enjoy this ficlet :)

TW : Jealousy, secret relationship, Reader is Jenni Hermoso's little sister.

PART 2 IS HERE!

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Being Jenni Hermoso’s little sister has always been a great pride for you. You wear your last name with great happiness and you have always attended all the matches you could see. You have never missed any of his important matches, whether with the Barça team or the Spanish national team. This summer, you even made the trip to attend each stage of the competition, until seeing her lift the trophy at the finale.

What happened after and around this victory, you’d rather not talk about. This story makes you green with rage and you sincerely believe that if you had faced these men at the end of the summer, things would have gone very badly.

Jenni now playing in Mexico, it’s obviously harder for you to go and see her play. You watch her evolve on the other side of the ocean thanks to VPN, what you find ridiculous, it’s your sister for God’s sake.

But you’ve been used to long distance relationships for a while now. Because your girlfriend doesn’t happen to live in Barcelona either. Leila has been playing for Manchester City since the summer of 2022, a few months after you two started dating. The long-distance relationship is clearly not something easy to manage, but your reunions are incredible every time. Now that Jenni is no longer in Barcelona, it’s easier for you to fly to Leila for a weekend in Manchester.

Yes, because Jenni obviously doesn’t know that you’re in a relationship with one of her friends. Former colleagues at Barça and in the Spanish national team, there is no need to draw a picture to know how you met. It took some time for you to get closer, you were long persuaded that Leila only saw you as Jenni’s little sister. Baby Hermoso, like most of Jenni’s teammates like to call you.

It’s not a nickname that bothers you, you know it’s affectionate and again it’s not something pejorative for you to be compared to your sister. You love her. Even though she tends to be very protective of you, scaring away all your girlfriends pretty quickly. No one is good enough for you in her eyes and even if you know that her goal is to protect you and to avoid the mistakes that she made herself, you must admit that it’s for this reason that Leila and you decided to remain hidden.

Lying or hiding things from Jenni is really not easy for you. You are used to telling her everything and you have sometimes picked yourself up at the last moment when you want to tell her an anecdote about something you saw or did with Leila. Luckily, you didn’t make any missteps in a year and a half, almost two years.

But the secret is starting to weigh you more and more. Being away from the two most important women in your life is difficult for you and you regularly find yourself with lower morale than usual. When Jenni asks you about it, you just tell her you miss her. Which is true, but not totally. It’s easier for you to talk about it with Leila, even if you don’t want to impose your moods on her.

With Christmas coming, Leila is back in Barcelona, just like your big sister. You managed to establish a schedule in the rules of the art, juggling between family meals and stolen moments with your girlfriend. You even managed to set up an afternoon with Ona, Leila and other friends you have in common. You even asked Alba Putellas to join you, but she already had something planned.

So, when Ona and her brother went back to their parents, Leila offered to take you home, which you obviously accepted. Except she stayed at your place to end the night between lovers, catching up on all the kisses, hugs and love whispers you’re late for. You could spend hours with Leila, hidden under your sheets, exchanging confessions between two kisses.

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It was between Christmas and New Year’s that Jenni asked you to have lunch and an afternoon with her. If her proposal obviously excited you, you found yourself hesitating when she told you she wanted to invite Leila to join you. It’s been a while since they met again and Leila apparently misses her. And since you two are getting along, Jenni thought it was a good idea to bring people together.

If only she knew how well you two get along…

From the exchange of messages that you had with Leila to talk about this, you realized that the situation seems to amuse your girlfriend more than anything else. It helped you see things in a different light. Maybe there’s no reason to worry, after all?

You’re the last arrived in the restaurant Jenni picked, both brunettes already sitting at a table. You have no trouble spotting them, it would have been difficult to do it anyway with Jenni’s great gestures. You approach Leila to hug her, giving her a stern look when her hand is dangerously low on your hip. Then you put a kiss on your sister’s cheek, which makes you sit next to her before grabbing a lock of your hair.

"Since when do you have red streaks?" laughs your sister

You shrug your shoulders and get rid of your jacket to place it on the back of your chair. The facility is already pretty full and people don’t seem to pay too much attention to your table. A good thing for you.

"Since yesterday"

"It suits her well I think"

Jenni looks at you for a few more seconds before smiling and nodding. Just like her, you have very dark hair, but your eyes are more on gray than on brown like those of Jenni. When you turn your attention to Leila, she winks at you and you find yourself blushing slightly while smiling.

The discussion between the three of you goes rather well in the end and after you go to choose tapas, you relax completely. The laughter burst and you spend a pleasant moment with the two brunettes.

Between two tapas, you grab your phone to open whatsapp and show a message from your mother to Jenni to show that you are right about something. Honestly, you can’t even say why it was, as the subject is quickly forgot when another conversation seems to have caught your big sister’s eye.

"Who is the lion?"

"What?"

You’re trying to quickly put your phone in your jacket pocket, because you know exactly what Jenni is talking about. Instead of saving Leila’s full name, you inserted a lion emoji and an emoji with a burning heart next to it. You find it cuter and it saves you a little today. But not as much as you would have liked.

No doubt thanks to her reflexes worked during training, Jenni managed to grab your phone before you put it away, hurrying to change her hand to get away from you.

"Jenni give it back to me" you half get up and try to take it back.

In front of you two, Leila looks at you with big eyes, without really knowing what to do. Luckily you never call yourself by your first names. And luckily too, you tend to send yourself photos through other apps.

"I miss you, I can’t wait to find you" starts reading Jenni out loud, frowning. "I count the days before I see you again… Who is this girl?"

When Jenni turns to you, you manage to take the phone out of her hands and put it away from her. Your cheeks are so red we could probably bake eggs on them.

"No one" you grunt carrying your glass to your lips.

"Well if that’s nobody, I don’t dare imagine what the messages with your girlfriend are" laughs Leila.

You almost strangle yourself with your drink and Jenni doesn’t seem to blame you to the point of letting you die on the spot since she gives you little pats on the back. On the other hand, you shoot your girlfriend with the look by seeing her drive the nail.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" asks Jenni, eyebrows still frowned.

You sigh softly and hesitate a split second before answering. After all, she doesn’t need to know who it is, right?

"Yes" you simply answer, giving her a look of challenge.

Jenni supports your gaze, obviously, and you feel the questions swirling through her head. You don’t know what you’ll get first.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" your older sister asks.

"Because you drove away all the last ones I’ve been with" you answer, rolling your eyes.

"Oh right away the big words…" sighs Jenni, even if her amused smile proves her guilt.

A few seconds pass and you naively hope that this will be enough for Jenni as information for the moment. Maybe the fact that you’re with Leila will hold her back from pushing things too hard and getting other information out of you.

"How is she?"

It’s Leila’s voice which resounds however and you return once again a dismayed look in her direction. She’s supposed to help you, not the other way around. However, when you answer that it’s not her business, Jenni insists by asking you the question in turn.

"She is kind, she is attentive and understanding" you end up answering, a deeply upset look displayed on the face.

"Is she pretty?" asks Leila

"Obviously" you snort.

In front of you, Leila seems to be having a great time. And if you think that you may laugh about it later, currently you can’t help but think that you intend to make her pay for it later.

"Is she a good kisser?" continues Leila.

"Wow no, I don’t want to hear the answer to that question" Jenni steps in with one hand up. "I can’t believe it, you’re still a baby."

You roll your eyes sighing, hearing the moan in the voice of your big sister. You’re almost eight years apart, but she sometimes has a hard time forgetting that you’ve been fifteen almost ten years ago.

"I’m 25, Jenni" you point out, but this information seems to fall on deaf ears.

"Wait, is that the girl from your job here? Aida?"

"Who is Aida?" asks Leila

This time, the fun left your girlfriend’s voice and face. This makes you shudder from the inside, the main flaw of the brunette being undoubtedly her jealousy. This has already highlighted some tensions between you, but you have always been able to communicate in order to avoid too much conflict.

"It’s nobody" you respond quickly to Leila, to whom you have already mentioned her existence, you are almost sure of it. "And no, it’s not Aida. Can we change the subject now, please?"

Groaning in her beard, Jenni finally accepts your request, even if she specifies that you pay nothing to wait. You roll your eyes again and peck the last crumbs on your plate while Jenni apologizes to go to the toilet.

As soon as she has her heels turned, you feel Leila leaning in your direction.

"Who’s Aida?" asks the brunette again.

You sigh softly and shift your attention to Leila. You’re relieved that your sister went to the bathroom quickly after that, or you know that your girlfriend would have had her blood blown out until you two were alone.

"One of my colleagues Babe, I already told you about it" you answer in a low voice, leaning mechanically too in her direction.

Leila answers nothing, content to look at you at length with her black eyes, arms crossed on her chest. She’s too far away for you to catch her hand, so you try to keep eye contact with her.

"Leila stop, we already discussed it. You have no reason to be jealous"

A few seconds pass during which Leila seems to pass you to the X-ray using her eyes. Time seems to last you a little too long, you end up arching an eyebrow in her direction.

"And excuse me, but if one of them should be jealous, it’s me. You’re the one who’s tactile with all your friends and you’re the one who’s got edits of your person on TikTok. Not me."

You see Leila’s face relaxing under the effect of her surprise. You’ve never mentioned these two things until now and this may not be the best time to do so since your older sister was reappearing next to you two. She seems surprised by your two sulky faces and your similar position, your arms crossed on your chests.

"Uh… is everything okay?" she asks while sitting next to you.

You nod your head while Leila just grunts for a simple answer.

"I have to go." You suddenly decide "See you before you go, right?"

Jenni answers yes, probably a little surprised by your quick departure. She stands up in turn to put a kiss on your cheek and take you in her arms.

"Do you need a ride? Where are you going?"

You know perfectly well that Leila’s question is not innocent but on the other hand the kindness and helpfulness of the brunette alone could explain the proposal. But, on your side, if you had to describe yourself in one flaw, it’s impulsivity. You prefer to talk about spontaneity, but that’s why you find yourself answering her sarcastically

"Seeing Aida, what else?"

The flash of anger and jealousy passing through Leila’s face is very fast, but visible to you. And apparently to Jenni as well.

Still standing, Jenni lets go of a surprise exclamation before pointing at Leila.

"It’s you!"

"Huh?" Leila replies, turning to Jenni, having forgotten for a split second her presence.

"The lion and the burning heart! It’s you!"

"She puts a burning heart next to the lion?"

Leila’s question makes you hit your forehead with your hand. It’s a disaster. She could have responded positively to Jenni’s question that it would have come back to the same thing.

Your sister remains silent for a long time, her gaze passing from Leila to you many times. She opens her mouth several times before finally finding the words that dare to suit her. For your part, your heart rate is so high that you wonder if your heart is not trying to come out of your chest.

"Why didn’t you tell me before?"

You sigh softly, leaning against the bench on which Leila is installed.

"I told you. You traumatized all my last girlfriends Jenni, I’m sure some of them even changed countries after you finished talking to them. I didn’t want this to happen this time."

You feel Leila’s gaze rise on you, you have after all just confided that this relationship is important to you.

"Your ex-girlfriends were selfish first-league idiots" grumbled Jenni rolling her eyes at her turn. "I know Leila isn’t"

You pout a little before shrugging. You’re not sure that if she hadn’t faced the fact her reaction would have been the same. If you had told her about your relationship with Leila when it took place, you are convinced that things would have been different.

"How long has it been?" keeps asking Jenni.

"A year and a half" answers Leila for you.

The information seems to surprise your sister as she bows her eyebrows at you. You mumble an excuse and shrug.

"Well, it doesn’t look like I have a something to say anyway" sighs Jenni as Leila pulls you by the arm to make you sit next to her.

You let yourself be willingly, the revelations of the last minutes making you forget that you managed to argue while Jenni went to the toilet. Jenni sits down again, looking at you carefully, before pointing again at Leila.

"You’re my friend Leila. But I swear to God, if you hurt her, you’re still six feet under."

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rule one: don't date teammates

rule two: don't give up

rule three: don't date your best friends siblings

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Alexia Putellas x female reader

this is all fiction! Jenni and Alexia were never a thing in this au!

warnings: fluff, a little bit of angst, bad google translations of spanish !

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three goals for our superstar

jennihermoso: Mi hermana menor ❤️🥹

my baby sister

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love you

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her third goal celebration was too funny

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right? her little salsa

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y/n laughed as Mapi tumbled over, the defender getting her feet tangled as she tried to tackle y/n, the young Hermoso instead sending the tattooed blonde the wrong way and onto the ground.

y/n sent a cross into Alexia, the woman striking it past Cata and into the back of the net, meaning just as Jonatan called time, the playful training match coming to an end.

y/n cheered with her bib team, jumping on Aitana who was closest to her, the woman laughing and spinning the winger slightly as they celebrated.

Salma poked her tongue out at her friend, clearly annoyed at the playful loss, y/n just shook her head at Salma who laughed as she watched y/n get off Aitana.

An arm wrapped around y/n's shoulder and Alexia pulled the girl into her side, y/n's head coming onto her shoulder being just an inch shorter than her Captain.

"Perfecta como siempre mi estrella." Alexia hummed, relishing in the blush which fought its way up the woman's cheeks.

perfect as always my star

"Sólo porque la reina lo recibió." y/n countered with a smile.

only because the queen received it.

The use of the term usually made Alexia feel slightly shy, but whenever the words slipped from y/n's lips, something twisted in her stomach, a protective want that made Alexia want y/n to chant the name out in pants and groans beneath her.

As y/n turned to laugh at Mapi, Alexia shook her head of the thoughts which had started to push into her head, she looked up arm still wrapped around y/n only to see Lucy watching her with a knowing look.

The Brit seemed to have been able to sniff out the captain's crush since she stepped foot in Barcelona. The only other soul to know was Mapi, and that was an accident.

Alexia had gone out with the team and the one time she had decided to let loose, and drink she spilled the secret she had kept so close to her heart.

She was in love with y/n Hermoso, her team-mate, her striker, and worse, her best friend's little sister. Mapi had found her in the bathroom after two drinks.

Alexia didn't drink often so she didn't have a high tolerance and she was sat on the closed toilet lid, head in her hands as she tried to rid her impure thoughts while she tried to not think about y/n and the tight dress she was wearing.

When Mapi found her, she was scared her captain had hurt herself, but the woman just scoffed and blamed love for her injury, it didn't take Mapi long to figure it out after that.

Alexia rolled her eyes at Lucy, the Brit just sighing and looking away as y/n chased after Mapi, the blonde letting out a panicked shriek as y/n chased her down with her water bottle.

"Mierda." y/n cursed as she missed Mapi.

shit

Mapi turned back with an evil grin and before y/n could blink she was covered in ice cold water and Mapi was howling in amusement as she stood there shocked.

The rest of the team were all laughing along as y/n trudged back to them, a pout on her lips as she waved her hands in upset at her soaked body.

"Alexia." y/n whined but the captain shook her head.

"juega juegos estúpidos, ganas premios estúpidos, princesa." Alexia hummed, Mapi shouting in victory as y/n huffs.

play stupid games, you win stupid prizes, princess.

Suddenly y/n launches forward, her body jumping onto Alexia's back and pressing her cold wet shirt into the back of Alexia's dry one, the captain letting out a shout of annoyance.

"juega juegos estúpidos, ganas premios estúpidos, reina." y/n hums back.

play stupid games, you win stupid prizes, queen.

Alexia huffs and rolls her eyes but her hands come up to hold y/n's thighs, walking them both toward the changing rooms which once they arrive in, y/n hops off.

Lucy laughs at y/n as she rips her wet top off, flinging it at the now shouting Lucy. y/n ignores the complaining older woman and moves to the showers, unaware of her staring captain.

Alexia wondered if she hadn't seen y/n shirtless in a while, but the once faint outline of abs, were now a chiselled picture on her stomach, the rest of the toned muscles hidden behind her sports bra.

"You're drooling, la reina." Lucy mutters to Alexia, and the captain glares at her.

"Shut up." She sighs.

Once the group were all changed, a large group of them made their way toward the exit, the Barcelona sun still dangling high in the air, trying to keep as much of the day alive as possible.

y/n was talking to Ingrid when she saw her, a body lent against her car, a familiar body who when y/n let out a shocked call looked up grinning.

"Jenni!" y/n yelled, racing over at her sister, the two meeting in a very tight hug, it becoming impossible to define where one sister started and the other met.

If there was one thing that was known of the Hermoso siblings, it was that they were incredibly close. And since they no longer played at the same club, the two were known to visit each other as often as possible.

Jenni's move was tough on her younger sister, the two having been depressed from days at the beginning when they weren't together everyday.

While the two had now become used to the distance, the shock of seeing her sister was still an incredibly grateful one for y/n, especially when they had a day off the next day.

"¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?" y/n asked her sister as they pulled away. The group coming over and hugging their friend one by one.

what are you doing here?

"Me jalé el muslo, estoy bien antes de que te preocupes. Simplemente no jugaré durante las próximas semanas." Jenni explains as her sister kisses her cheek again.

pulled my thigh, i'm okay before you worry. Just no playing for a few weeks.

"¡perfecto! ¡Puedes unirte a nosotros esta noche!" Mapi grins.

perfect, you can join us out tonight

Jenni laughs but nods, knowing there was no saying no to Mapi Leon, and y/n grins as the group agrees to meet in several hours at their usual place.

As y/n starts packing her car and the others depart, no one notices the shared look between, Lucy, Mapi and Jenni, no one other than Alexia herself.

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Jenni sat happily sipping her drink, watching her sister who laughed as Mapi picked up another four uno cards. The group were at a small beach-side bar.

It was a usual for the group to go and relax, they didn't have to drink or party and were warned against it during the season so the bar here was perfect for them to relax but still be out.

Jenni was sat next to Alexia and Lucy, the latter talking with Keira about something funny that her nephew had done, Alexia was just sat watching y/n.

"So, will we talk about it?" Jenni asks Alexia, using English as she knew if her sister was to overhear, which would be doubtful, she would have a harder time picking out English words, not as fluent as her sister.

"Talk about what?" Alexia asks, turning to face her best friend, her face stone cold.

"Your feelings for my sister." Jenni shrugged and if she hadn't have known Alexia so well, she wouldn't have seen the slip in her cold mask.

"Jenni." Alexia sighed, clearly not having the strength to lie to her.

"It's okay, amiga." Jenni tried, knowing how much Alexia hated being overly vulnerable. "It's okay." She adds.

Lucy and Keira move with a shared look, understanding their captain deserved privacy in this moment, the two opting to join the rest of the group who were watching the intense Uno game happening.

"Rule one, don't date teammates. Rule two, don't give up. Rule three, don't date your best friend's siblings." Alexia denies, her voice void of any emotion.

The captain knew as soon as she slipped from her cold mask Jenni would see. She would be able to see the pleading in her eyes, the captain would be begging to be with her sister if not for her rules.

"Rule four, ignore rules 1 and 3 for y/n Hermoso." Jenni says simply.

Alexia and Jenni never had to say much to each other, they both preferred it that way and with that sentence Alexia could have cried.

She looked over at her best friend who smiled softly as if promising it was okay. Alexia gripped her best friend's hand, grateful for her more than she would be able to voice.

"Now, you must swallow your pride amiga, and your stupid rules." Jenni warns as she nods to her sister, who had bowed out of Uno and gone to get another drink.

Alexia nodded and moved quickly, smoothly gliding next to y/n as she thanked the bartender for her new drink.

"Hola Ale." y/n smiled as she looked up at her captain.

"¿Quieres salir a caminar?" Alexia asked softly, and the look in her eyes had y/n nodding and placing her drink down as they left the bar.

do you want to go for a walk?

The two found themselves walking hand-in-hand down the beach, the crisp Barcelona air still warm, even with the inky sky above them reminding them of the time.

They talked quietly, their conversation flowing easily as they talked of anything that came to mind. But as y/n giggled at a joke Alexia had made, the captain could no longer keep her rules.

"Sal conmigo." Alexia said softly, not even realising it had slipped from her lips.

date me.

y/n paused, her body tensing as Alexia stopped, cursing herself in her mind for how un-romantically she had said that, an entire speech had been brewing in her mind but instead she said that.

"qué?" y/n asked.

what?

"Sal conmigo." Alexia repeated, stronger this time. While stil not what she wanted to say it was progress.

date me.

"¿Qué pasa con tus reglas?" y/n asked rush, holding up three fingers to show she knew the three.

what about your rules?

"¿Quién te habló de ellas?" Alexia questioned annoyed.

who told you about them?

"Mapi." y/n admitted sheepishly, Alexia sighing.

"Mapi." The woman nodded.

Alexia bit her lip and stepped closer to y/n, her hand coming up to take hold of the woman's waist, giving her time to pull away, but when she didn't, Alexia pulled her closer.

"Eres tan hermosa que duele, juegas como nadie que haya visto jamás y podrías llenar el océano con cosas que sabes. Pero no podrías llenar el océano con mis sentimientos por ti, porque ni siquiera los océanos tienen suficiente espacio para ellos." Alexia whispers.

You're so beautiful it hurts, you play like no one I have ever seen, and you could fill the ocean with things you know.

But you couldn't fill the ocean with my feelings for you, because not even the oceans have enough space for them.

Her speech was much closer to what she had wanted to say and y/n sucked in a shaky breath, her hands coming up to cup Alexia's face, as if trying to reassure herself this was real.

"regla cuatro, ignora las reglas uno y tres si eres t/n Hermoso." Alexia whispered.

rule four, ignore rules one and three if it's y/n Hermoso

y/n smiled softly, her thumb rubbing circles on Alexia's cheek as she pressed her forehead against her captain's.

"Bueno, entonces estoy de acuerdo con la regla cuatro." y/n giggled softly.

well, i agree with rule four then.

Alexia let out a breath laugh, her nose brushing y/n's as she did so, her hand tightening around her waist as the other came up to rest behind her neck.

"¿puedo besarte?" Alexia whispered.

can i kiss you?

"Por favor." y/n pleaded and Alexia needed no more.

please.

Her lips pushed against y/n's softly slotting them together as she pulled her tighter to her body, she took it no further, despite her body begging her too, simply for now having their lips together was enough.

And suddenly, Alexia was very grateful for rule four.

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“Your last name on my back”

Jenni Hermoso x Alexia Putellas x child reader

A/N: Jenni never left Barca.

Mamma had now stayed over for many nights. You couldn’t count well but probably more than 50. It felt like a forever sleepover. You didn’t understand why mamma had stayed over, but mami had tried to explain. You had seen mami and mamma kissing on the couch sometimes. Sometimes holding hands. Sometimes hugging. You understood that they loved each other. Yet, big words were hard, but you understood that you loved mamma.

Mamma that had always loved you back. That would always let you sit on her lap. That would always want to hold your hand. That would never refused to carry you. Not your tummy mummy, but mamma. Mamma’s name was Alexia. She had played football with mami for a few years. When your tummy mummy left in the middle of the night and Mami showed up to practice the next morning with a newborn looking terrified; Alexua was there. She was always there. She took care of Mami and she helped take care of you. She picked up the broken pieces and mended them back together one by one. One day at a time.

You were only little so you didn’t understand why mamma couldn’t take you to the doctors alone or why you couldn’t have her last name. You had Hermoso, and another strange last name. The other last name was cold, it felt like a frozen shoulder or like someone was taking your heart away. All the other little girls at football had two last names; one from their mom and one from their dad. One from each parent. One from each person that loved them. You however, only had one. Not one name, but one that loved you.

When the coach of your under 5’s had given you your first jersey a Saturday morning, you had teared up when another older girl read the names of your jersey to you. You didn’t like the first last name. You hated it, despised it. The first time you had heard it was when mami was on a phone call while you were supposed to be sleeping. She had talked to her brother, about wanting to change your name but your tummy mummy had refused even though she wasn’t a part of your life anymore. That’s why when you got your first jersey, the moment wasn’t filled with joy, pride or excitement. It was filled with as much rage as a 4 year old could body. Your little hands pulled the jersey off while they were shaking as tears were forming in your eyes. The pride of your first jersey being ripped away from you in an instant. You quickly blinked the tears away as you stood there with the jersey in your hands. The fabric of the jersey was just like mami’s jersey, but this jersey didn’t feel good. It felt like something you wanted to throw to the ground. Stomp on. Hit. Get rid of in an instant. “Y/N, you no like your jersey?” You coach said as he stood infront of you. You looked down, not daring to look him in his usual kind eyes. “It’s small” you murmur out as the best possible excuse even though as the youngest and smallest on the team, it definitely fitted you. “Ah, si, how about you just wear a vest yes? A pink vest?” He said as he held the pink neon colored vest infront of your eyes. You grabbed it quickly as you settled on wearing the familiar bright vest instead. Practice began and you quickly forgot about your jersey that didn’t feel like your jersey. The practice went on quickly and by the look of mamma’s face; you knew that she could sense that something was going on. It wasnt until one of the youth assistant coaches was helping you with controlling your ball that you noticed that your jersey was gone from the field. It made you happy, as you thought that it had disappeared and that you wouldn’t have to ever see it again. The practice ended and your team did your usual team hug and chant at the end. You ran off the field with the other little girls straight to Alexia who was sitting with the other parents. “Mamma!” You yelled as you ran into her arms. “I am so proud of you, you worked so hard today. Ready to go home and see mami?” Alexia said as her strong arms lifted you up from the ground. Mamma and mami never cared about people that said that you shouldn’t be carried or that you were too old. They knew that one day, you wouldn’t wanna be carried anymore and until that day came along: they refused to stop holding you close and keeping you safe.

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You were sitting at the kitchen table with Mami and Alexia having lunch. You were talking about how practice went and how hard you were working on your skills. Alexia joked that she had gotten it from her mamma, but all three of you knew that it wasn’t possible. It made you pout as you wanted to be mami and mamma’s baby so bad. You dropped your fork onto the table and frowned as you pouted. Your mami looked at you as she tilted her head. “So baby, we need to talk about what happened at practice today. I heard that you didn’t like your jersey, no? Why is that?” She spoke as she looked at you. Alexia rubbed Jenni’s back as support and you crossed your arms in anger. You shook your head, refusing to answer as your feelings were bottled up in your throat forming a big lump. «Princesa, we want to help you. Was the color wrong? Or was it the fabric?” Mami continued as she tried to get out of you what the issue with the jersey was. The anger made your head spin and your feet tickle. You wanted to throw a fit and scream and yell. You hated your last name. It reminded you of the person who abandoned you when you were a baby. Who suddenly decided that you weren’t important, that you weren’t wanted, that you were regretted. Your little heart was beating fast and your hands were shaking. You looked up at Mami as you shouted on the top of your lungs; “I don’t wanna be a Dias anymore, I wanna be a Putellas!”

You had hopped down from the chair and stormed to the bedroom as quickly as your tired feet would let you. You shut the door with a bang and twisted the lock on the door. Mami cursing herself for not removing it as she was supposed to. You stomped to your bed and grabbed your pillow and blanket before you made a spot inside your closet for you to decompress and hide. Your feelings felt so big, like your little frame couldn’t possibly fit it all inside your heart. You felt angry, scared, fragile and terrified that mami would eventually regret you as well. You didn’t wanna be a hard child. People would always say that you were delightful and easy going, and you were for the most. It was only this subject that had grown into a big knot in your stomach. Mami didn’t wanna hide your story from you in case you would read it somewhere or a kid would ask you about it. She wanted you to own your own story, so she had always made sure to tell you the story and give you age appropriate details. You pulled the closet doors closed as you closed your eyes feeling tired. You weren’t sure if it was because of practice or because of your big feelings. You wanted nothing more than to run to mami or mamma, be held, be told that she would take care of it, that it was okay, that she wasn’t upset or angry and that she loved you endlessly regardless of anything. You wanted mami to pick you up with her big warm strong arms and hold you close so you could feel her familiar scent. But you couldn’t let yourself. You wanted to be stubborn. To be a big girl. You sniffled as a tear rolled out of your eye as your tried to hold your bunny close.

Your polarbear was however in your bed so you made a bolt to grab your bear before coming back into your closet feeling like you wanted to hide away forever. You held the bear tight and had him pushed towards your chest as you sobbed. Eventually falling asleep tucked away in the closet.

You woke up to mami’s and mamma’s face towards you. You blinked a couple of times. Could it have been a bad dream? “Hola princesa” Mami said as she stroke your hair gently. The light was dimmed and you were sitting in mami’s arms in their bedroom. You could hear the sound of the television that was mounted on the wall infront of the bed buzzing. “Mami” you said as the feelings came crashing into you leaving you chocking out a cry. “Shh, mi amor, it’s okay, it’s just big feelings” Mami said as she held you closer one hand on your back and the other on your head pushing you into her chest like she did when you were a baby. “Everything will be okay, Mami will take care of it. Mamma told me what happened and if you don’t want to; you don’t have to tell me, si?” Mami said as she comforted you while you shut your eyes to keep the big feelings outside. “Mami?” You said so quietly that nobody should’ve been able to hear, but Mami always heard. Mami always knew. “Si, princesa?” She said as you wiggled lose from her grip and sat up infront of her. You looked at Mami, then at mamma and then at Mami again. “I don’t like my name” you muttered quietly expecting some sort of reaction. “Is that so? Why?” Mami said as she looked at you with a soft expression on her face not seeming angry or mad, just looking at you like you were her whole world. “The other kids, Mami..” you started as you felt tears pricking in your eyes and your voice started to break. “I wanna be like you, and mamma..” you continued as you took a big breath to sound out the last word you needed to complete the sentence. You looked at mamma. “I want your last name on my back, Mami. But I also want mamma’s. No dummy tummy mummy last name.” You said as your frowned and tears were escaping your blue icy eyes to run down your red blissed cheeks. “That’s okay princesa, I can talk to the coach.” Mami said as she pulled you into her arms again. “Princesa, you can have both our last names.” Mami said as you looked over at mamma. To your surprise, Alexia was smiling at you. You sniffled and smiled back before you launched yourself at mamma like a rocket trying to go to space. But just like mami, mamma always knew and she was prepared letting you close hugging you tight. “Pequena, we have got you a present” mamma whispered in your ear as your head shot up almost knocking mamma’s nose out in the move. “What is it?” You said as you could feel a spark of good feelings coming back into your body. Mami reached for a box next to her night stand and your eyes opened wide. The box was pink and glittery with a glittery golden bow on top. Mami sat it infront of you as mamma held you in her lap. You carefully tugged at the bow, causing the bow to loosen as you took the lid of the box. You pulled the item out as it revealed a jersey. A jersey just like the team had gotten this Saturday morning at practice. Your heart dropped for a second as you lowered the jersey until mami held it up for you to see. “Do you see the back princesa?” She said as you looked at the letters. It made you confused as you still were learning to read. “It says Hermoso-Putellas and it’s the same as mami’s number. 10” Mami is nr.10 in Barcelona. You felt all the bad feelings rushing to leave your little body as you wrapped an arm around each woman’s neck holding them tight. The two women eased closer to you and held you together closely. “We love you, Princesa. You can always tell us if something feels bad.” Mami finished as she kissed your cheek making you feel all bubbly and happy again. But the legal part of the name change? That’s a story for another day and it’s a long story.

[creedslove]

when i tell you i'm going feral over javi having breeding/praise kink, i mean it.

this man can go from a total slut to our sweet domestic husband who will bring you flowers everyday and ask for help with tying his tie.

every time he appears on my screen i'm literally screaming into the pillow and kicking my legs. because honestly? that man could fuckin step on me and i'd say thank you.

but having his last name? having his children and be their mother??

i live for that dream 😭✋

hope your day was better than mine's and you feel okay. you're my comfort person and if it weren't for your blog i would never found out about javi or dave york, thank you so much <3

Javier Peña x f!reader

A/N: I love you my beautiful bestie, you are my comfort person and I love you and sorry for taking so long 😘💘 I hope you're doing alright love 😘

• alrighty bestie, Javi is the definition of praise kink; that man will praise you at any given opportunity and he will enjoy everything single minute of it, because he lives for complimenting you as whole: your looks, your bodies, your laughter, your intelligence and of course, let's never forget about how he compliments your nails 🗣️

• he will always tell you you look pretty or mention you are wearing a beautiful color, he's gonna notice when you get a haircut, if you change your perfume and your lipstick usual colors (but let's cut him some slack here, the first thing he thinks of is that new color on your lips while you have his cock in your mouth hehe)

• and of course during sex Javier Peña is a fucking praiser™

• I mean it, he's gonna mix that with that filthy mouth of his, telling you the most explicit sinful things, at the same time he can be very sweet about you, always working on boosting your self confidence even if he doesn't really realize that

• and while doing so, of course he's gonna speak spanish too, knowing it drives you crazy

"just like that, mi amor, take all of it, all my cock in your beautiful mouth, tus labios tan bonitos..."

" you have such a delicious tight cunt, cariño, I love how you gush for me..."

"tu culo me vuelve loco, amor... Let my cock inside of it, I'll promise I'll go nice and slow"

• 🫢

• but he also likes receiving the praise; Javi suffers a lot from stress and those cruel thoughts about not being good enough or not doing a decent job, when it's time to lose himself into you and relax, he appreciates the way you remind him he's just as great

"you're amazing Javi, I'm proud of you, mi amor"

"your cock is so delicious, hermoso... Dejame cuidarte..."

• it will just melt your seemingly grumpy DIA boyfriend and he's gonna be all soft all for yourself

• also, I don't take any contrary opinions on this: Javier Peña is a family man and he just (wants) and needs a woman to make an honest man out of him; the moment he falls in love for real, he falls hard and there's no turning back, that man will love you for life

• and he's gonna change his mind about being a bachelor, he's gonna be a husband, and a great one at that matter, he's just gonna love being a husband, the fact he has a wife and that he won't have any other lonely nights, but instead, someone waiting for him at the end of the day, as he goes to his home instead of going just to a house

• he would such a proud husband, excited about wearing a wedding ring and such, everything in order to show how happy he is with marriage

• he's also the kind of husband to bring you flowers, chocolates, body lotions and any other small gifts here and there for no specific reason other than making you happy

• and not only that, he would always remember important dates, such as engagement and wedding anniversaries

• and of course, while being a loving husband, he would want to take the next step which consists of having a baby with you; it would probably start after seeing how beautiful you look with Murphy's kid in your arms, and just the general thought of having a whole family of his, would be enough to spark the idea

• and then the fun part begins: trying for a baby, which consists of you jumping on him at any opportunity

• and that man would finish inside of you every single time, hoping that time will be the charm and the baby Peña won't take very long ❤️

____

[piastrixpole]

chapter seven

pairing: oscar piastri x carlos sainz

genre: written, love island au

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The morning after the recoupling Oscar found himself feeling significantly more chipper. Not even the harsh artificial lighting waking him up could kill his mood. Logan was still nestled under the covers beside him, peaceful and warm. A smile tugged at his lips. Gently, he leaned over and pressed a light kiss to her forehead, savouring the small moment before reluctantly easing himself out of bed.

As he padded through the villa and up to the kitchen, Oscar couldn’t deny the relief and reassurance that last night had brought. Logan choosing him at the firepit had settled something deep inside him, quieting the small, lingering doubts he’d carried since the start. But it wasn’t just that—Carlos being humbled a little the previous night added an extra bit of satisfaction. A perfect blend, really, he mused as he opened a cupboard, grabbing two mugs for coffee.

Setting the coffee machine to brew, he leaned back against the counter, running a hand through his hair as he replayed the events of the past week. Just a few days ago, he’d felt unsure about all of it—Logan, his feelings, and even being in this villa at all. Now, he could almost laugh at himself. It wasn’t perfect, but he was glad he’d let himself get swept up in it all.

The smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen and just as Oscar was reaching for the sugar, he heard footsteps behind him and glanced over his shoulder. Carlos stood there, arms crossed casually, an unreadable look on his face.

“Morning, hermoso,” Carlos greeted, his voice low and smooth, a hint of mischief slipping through.

Oscar felt his pulse quicken at the pet name, though he tried to keep his expression steady. “Morning. Didn’t think you’d be up so early.”

Carlos shrugged, his gaze lingering on the coffee machine. “Couldn’t sleep much. It’s quieter than usual around here this morning, don’t you think?” He glanced at the two mugs Oscar had prepared. “Coffee for two?”

“Yeah,” Oscar replied, a bit wary but doing his best to keep it casual. “Logan’s.”

Carlos nodded, looking away briefly as if choosing his words. “She’s lucky,” he said finally, eyes meeting Oscar’s with a flicker of something more serious beneath his usual bravado. “You know, if things had gone differently, I might’ve been in her place.”

Oscar felt a jolt of something he couldn’t quite name, and he tried to deflect with humor. “You’re just jealous you didn’t get my first morning coffee,” he teased, forcing a grin as he poured another cup.

Carlos chuckled, but his eyes didn’t leave Oscar’s face. “Maybe. Or maybe I was hoping for more than coffee.” His tone was light, but his gaze was sharp, assessing. He leaned forward, just a little, enough that Oscar could feel his warmth in the morning coolness.

Oscar cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks heat up against his will. “Well, maybe next time you’ll have better luck,” he replied, the words coming out a little softer than he intended.

Carlos raised an eyebrow, that familiar playful smirk dancing on his lips. “I’ll hold you to that, guapo,” he murmured before straightening up, his smile slipping into something almost genuine for a second. “Enjoy your morning with her.”

With a final glance, he turned and walked away, leaving Oscar alone with his coffee and the unmistakable flutter of excitement he was trying very hard to ignore.

Brushing that brief but sexually charged interaction aside, Oscar returned back to the communal bedroom holding the two steaming mugs only to discover that Logan was out of bed. Alex took one look at him from where he was still sprawled out in bed lazily and teased him with a “whipped”.

Oscar rolled his eyes, though he couldn't hold back the smirk. "Oh, shut it, Alex," he muttered, setting down the two mugs on a side table and glancing around.

"Just saying," Alex added, stifling a yawn and stretching his arms. "I've never seen you this on top of things in the morning. Guess Logan's got you all organised."

"Organised?" Oscar scoffed, though he knew exactly what Alex meant. The fact that he’d woken up chipper, brewed coffee for two, and was now actively looking for Logan rather than going back to bed was not lost on him.

“Whipped and proud, I see.” Alex grinned, propping himself up on one elbow. He pointed toward the door with a lazy wave. "She’s upstairs. I think you’re safe if you want to make this whole 'good morning' thing even more official."

Oscar smirked, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement at the thought. “Don’t wait up, mate,” he called over his shoulder, earning a mock salute from Alex as he headed back toward the stairs.

Climbing up, he found Logan by the balcony, her hair loose, pulling a light sweater over her shoulders. She turned when she heard him approach, a soft smile lighting her face when she spotted the mugs in his hands.

“Good morning,” she said, a little shyly, but her gaze softened when he offered her the coffee.

“Morning,” he replied, a smile tugging at his lips as she took the mug from him, fingers brushing for a brief second. "Thought I’d bring you something warm to kick off the day."

She took a sip, a pleased sigh escaping her. “Ah, perfect. Thanks, Oscar.”

They exchanged a lingering look, the villa still and quiet in the early light. They didn’t need to say much, and he was more than happy to simply stand beside her, soaking up the calm.

"So," Logan said softly, glancing at him over her cup, her eyes alight with a subtle warmth, "last night was...something."

Oscar nodded, his heartbeat quickening. “Yeah, something,” he echoed, both of them smiling like they shared a secret. And in a way, they did. Except the entire villa had already heard about it and the kiss itself had been broadcasted on national television. 

"It's all the girls were talking about this morning in the dressing room," Logan confessed "I think you surprised everyone."

He raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh yeah? Surprised them how?"

Logan rolled her eyes, nudging him with her shoulder. "Please. that whole scene on the balcony last night, everyone in the villa saw it. They're all convinced you’ve gone soft on me."

A chuckle slipped out of him, though he felt his cheeks warm under her gaze. "What can I say? Maybe you bring out the best in me."

She smiled, a little shyly, eyes dropping to her coffee. "Guess I wouldn’t mind that."

Oscar swallowed, heart beating a little faster. "So... what exactly were the girls saying?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual. "Not that I’m worried or anything."

"Just that you’re basically whipped," she teased, glancing at him. "And that we make a cute pair."

His face broke into a grin. "Whipped, huh? They're not the only ones to say it but think I can live with that."

They stood in silence for a beat, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the terrace, softening everything around them. Logan looked back up at him, her gaze warm and unwavering, and Oscar felt an unspoken pull between them. He set his coffee down on the ledge, stepping just a fraction closer, testing the waters.

Logan tilted her head up, eyes fixed on his, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. Before he knew it, he was leaning in, closing the gap, their breaths mingling for a split second before his lips met hers.

The villa, the morning, the teasing—all of it faded away as they sank into the kiss, gentle and tentative at first, then deepening as she pulled him in closer. And somewhere down below, the faint sound of a cheer and a wolf-whistle drifted up, breaking them apart with laughter.

"Guess we’ve got an audience," he murmured, not that he minded. He’d waited long enough for this, and now that it was real, he didn’t care who was watching.

"Let them watch," Logan whispered, her eyes bright with a confidence that matched his own. Her fingers brushed along the back of his neck, steady and sure.

Oscar felt a swell of something he hadn’t expected. He’d spent so much time keeping his guard up, always striving for that cool indifference, the way he could breeze through most things in life without breaking stride or feeling vulnerable. Being here, genuinely leaning into something instead of holding back—he wished he’d let himself do it sooner.

He glanced over at Logan, still close, eyes shining with that playful spark he’d come to recognize. For so long, he’d been telling himself that caring less was the key to never getting hurt, keeping people at arm’s length and hiding his feelings behind a laugh or sarcastic comment. But he was starting to realize that all that indifference had only held him back. The easy connection, the shared laughter, the thrill of being all in—this was infinitely better. Maybe he’d been trying to protect himself from embarrassment, or maybe it was a fear of getting too attached, but now he couldn’t shake the feeling that all that caution had robbed him of exactly this.

Not that there hadn’t been... moments. His mind drifted, unbidden, to Carlos. It was frustrating, in a way. Out of everyone here, Carlos had been the only one who’d ever gotten under his skin like that, the only other person to really make him feel something—though it wasn’t anything he could even label, at least not comfortably. His stomach twisted whenever he remembered their little back and forths, that ridiculous tension neither of them would acknowledge but always felt. It was like Carlos was wired to get on his nerves, to rile him up in ways he’d never let anyone else do. Not that it meant anything. It was just Carlos. And he wasn’t… he wasn’t gay, obviously.

Logan nudged him with a smile, breaking him out of his thoughts, and he found himself grinning back. For once, he felt truly present, not weighed down by what people thought or how he’d look. He’d finally let himself care, let himself feel invested in someone. And it was worth it—more than worth it.

The afternoon sun cast long shadows over the villa, all was calm, even a bit lazy—until a set of footsteps echoed from the entrance, drawing everyone’s attention. Turning toward the sound, they saw Fernando Alonso stride in, his usual smirk firmly in place. In all his glory, he looked almost too proud of himself, and every islander could tell he had a scheme up his sleeve.

“Good afternoon, lovebirds,” he greeted, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hope you’re all ready for some… bonding time.”

At his cue the production team scrambled to assemble a challenge set beside the pool that they had clearly been hiding until his arrival. A giant scoreboard was now displayed at his side with each of their names written in a table format. The islanders gathered around, already buzzing with a mix of anticipation and nervous laughter. Oscar had no idea what sort of challenge lay ahead of them that warranted such a set-up but he was mildly intrigued. The nerdy part of him would have loved it to be something like a quiz but that was far too vanilla and boring for a show like this. Every challenge was designed with the specific intent of invoking drama.

“Alright, listen up!” Fernando called out, gathering everyone’s attention. “The name of the game is simple. Each of you will be blindfolded, wearing noise cancelling headphones and will stand in a line. When it’s your turn, you’ll remove your blindfold, go down the line, and give each islander a kiss. Afterward, each of you rates the kiss from 1 to 10, and we’ll crown one of you as the villa’s ‘Best Kisser.’ Sound easy enough?”

The group let out an amused groan, realizing the twist of the challenge. Oscar caught Logan’s eye and gave her a small smirk. Beside him, Francisca wore an eager grin, clearly enthusiastic about the theatrics while Carlos looked calm and confident as ever further down the group. 

Once the islanders were all settled in a row, each sporting both blindfolds and noise-cancelling headphones, it was just a waiting game.

“Alright, Lily, you’re up first,” Fernando announced to the production team with a mischievous grin and a tap on her shoulders to catch her attention as she too was blindfolded and had the headphones on up until that point so there was no bias. "No holding back, and remember—a perfect score is up for grabs.”

Oscar, stood somewhere near the middle of the line, felt a slight shiver of anticipation as he waited in silence, unable to hear a thing beyond the muffled beat of his own heart and the thumping baseline of the music playing. His other senses heightened, every subtle breeze and every stray touch became a point of focus as he awaited…whatever was coming. Whoever was coming

He couldn’t hear the islander's footsteps obviously, so when they suddenly appeared in front of him, the only sign of their presence was their gentle hand brushing his jaw. Their touch was delicate but sure as they tilted his chin up, and then their lips pressed softly against his. It was a sweet, quick kiss—soft, lingering just enough to make him take a sharp breath.

And then they was gone, their warmth replaced by the cool air as they moved on down the line. Even though he couldn’t see or hear a thing, Oscar found himself grinning slightly beneath the blindfold. The game had only just started, and he already felt the thrill of its effect rippling through him. There was no denying it—this challenge was about to get interesting.

After what felt like an eternity, Oscar noticed the music suddenly cut out in his headphones—a signal from production that the islander had finished their round. He removed the headphones so he could hear when prompted to give his rating but kept his blindfold firmly in place, just as instructed. Around him, he could sense the faint shifting of the other islanders, each of them waiting for the next part of the game.

"Alright, amigos," Fernando’s voice rang out with amusement. “Time for the ratings. Remember, keep it anonymous—just say your score out loud from 1 to 10.”

Oscar took a moment to think back to the kiss, surprised by how his mind lingered on the softness of it, the care they’d put into each gesture. It was different from what he’d expected—gentler, more thoughtful. When Fernando called his name, Oscar cleared his throat.

A pause settled over the group as Fernando started calling out the islanders one by one.

“George?” Fernando prompted.

A bit of shuffling before George’s voice chimed in, “Six.”

“Carmen?”

“Nine,” she responded, giggling a little.

“Oscar?"

When it was Oscar’s turn, he hesitated, replaying the kiss in his mind. There had been a gentle pressure to it, a softness that had caught him off guard. "Six,” he said as neutrally as possible, wondering how the others would rate them. 

One by one, Fernando continued down the line. “Charlotte?”

“Eight.”

“Carlos?”

“Seven, definitely,” Carlos answered, with a faint chuckle.

“Logan?”

“Six.”

Fernando moved to the next islander, keeping his pace casual and adding his own commentary now and then. Oscar could almost picture him taking his sweet time with each score, watching every reaction.

“Alright, Maxine?”

“Eight,” she said, the laughter in her voice evident.

So, by process of elimination that meant the mystery kisser was Lily. Someone he probably wouldn't have guessed if he'd been asked.

Finally, once every score had been tallied, Fernando spoke up with a teasing lilt in his voice, “I’ll write that down. Now onto the next one."

At Fernando's instruction the headphones went back on. The music blared back into Oscar’s ears, muffling everything else around him. He stood still, waiting for the inevitable. When the kiss came, it was different. It was slower than Lily’s, more deliberate. He felt their lips press against his with an almost teasing hesitation, as if to gauge his reaction. Oscar, trying to stay cool, couldn’t help but feel a little tension coil in his stomach. They were a good kisser, there was no doubt about that. His lips lingered just a second longer than needed, pulling away with an audible sigh.

The music cut out once again, signalling that it was over. Oscar took a deep breath, his heart pounding a little harder now, as he slowly removed the headphones.

“Alright, time to rate! Same rules as before,” Fernando said, prompting each islander one by one to give their feedback. Oscar could hear shuffling as everyone got into position.

"Daniel," Fernando initiated "thoughts?"

"Five."

"Alex?" 

"Seven."

"Charlotte...how about you?"

"Nine, definitely."

"Oscar?"

Hesitating momentarily Oscar replied with a "seven."

He wasn't entirely sure if he was giving it a fair rating, but he couldn’t deny that it had left an impression.

Fernando took down the score before continuing with the rest of the group, his voice smooth and matter-of-fact as he asked everyone for their rating. As Oscar processed the challenge, he couldn’t help but wonder how everyone was feeling about the kisses, and who would come out on top when this was all over.

The music resumes on the noise-cancelling headphones, filling his ears with the thumping beat of the track. It’s odd, how quiet everything else seems. His mind wanders briefly—Logan’s lips. He’d kissed them multiple times in the last day, and there’s something about the way she presses them against his that he knows instinctively.

Then, before he can dwell on it too long, he feels a presence before him, followed by the soft brush of lips on his. He doesn't pull away immediately, just lets himself feel the kiss. It's sweet, warm, and familiar. A flutter runs through his chest as he wonders if he’s right, if this is the one kiss he’s been waiting for.

The kiss is brief but deep, a lingering pressure that sends a little thrill down his spine. When it pulls away, his heart beats just a little faster. He doesn’t need his eyes to tell him that kiss was Logan's.

His mind runs through the memory of her lips, the way she had kissed him on the terrace, that last electric touch of her skin against his. He smiles to himself despite the blindfold, wishing he could just reach out and find her there, but he knows better. They’re all being watched.

As Fernando prompts the islanders to start rating, Oscar shakes his head, trying to ignore the butterflies and the soft warmth of Logan’s kiss still lingering on his lips. But as he sits there, he can’t help but feel a mixture of satisfaction and something else—hope, maybe. Whatever this is, it feels real, and in the back of his mind, he wonders if she felt it too.

To ease his own admittedly jealous mind Oscar filters out the voices of the other islanders. While its unconfirmed that the kiss was from Logan, Oscar would put a large amount of money on it being her. And he really doesn't want to hear just how much the others enjoyed kissing her.

"Alright, Oscar, how would you rate the kiss you've just received?"

Oscar smiles to himself, trying to keep his thoughts from wandering. “Definitely a solid nine,” he answers, his voice steady, though his heart is racing.

If Logan asked him later why he didn't give her a ten...well it would give him the perfect opportunity to claim they needed to test it more.

He knew their connection had already been electric, but every time their lips met, there was a little more to discover, a little more depth to explore. Maybe a perfect ten would come later, after a few more stolen moments—after they really figured out what the other’s kiss could be. And he had no doubt that would be a fun journey.

Oscar’s next few kisses blurred together, a jumble of sensations that didn’t quite stand out. The blindfold made it difficult to focus, and though each kiss was fine, they didn’t evoke any real spark. He found himself going through the motions, giving a polite smile as he rated each one. Nothing felt extraordinary, nothing left him breathless. They were just... fine.

The kiss from whoever came after Logan barely lingered in his mind. He gave it a solid score because, well, it was a kiss, but it didn’t feel anything like the connection he’d shared with Logan. And then, the one after that. The kiss was gentle, but it didn't carry the weight of any particular emotion. Oscar rated it quickly, feeling a bit detached from the moment, like his body was on autopilot.

He was still trying to recalibrate himself after Logan’s kiss, his mind a little distracted by the way her lips felt. The rest just seemed unremarkable in comparison.

Maybe it was the blindfold. Maybe it was the anticipation that made each kiss lose some of its potential impact. But as each pair kissed and he rated them, Oscar couldn’t help but wish that every kiss could be as meaningful as the ones he shared with Logan.

Oscar felt a hand tap his shoulder when waiting the next time, and when he removed his blindfold and headphones he found Fernando standing behind him, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Alright, Oscar, your turn. Ready to show the villa your kissing skills?” Fernando teased, a twinkle in his eye.

Oscar grinned, though there was a slight flutter in his chest. His heart beat just a bit faster at the thought of what was coming, but he quickly masked it with a casual chuckle.  Mentally bracing himself Oscar walked over to the front of the line where Daniel stood blindfolded and bopping his head away to the music, completely unaware of what was going on. 

Oscar could feel the heat of the afternoon sun on his skin and the slight hum of anticipation in the air as he hyped himself up internally. He wasn’t quite sure how this would go—would it be awkward? Fun? There was something almost thrilling about not knowing, about feeling completely disoriented.

He reached out tentatively, finding Daniel’s shoulder, giving him a light tap to signal he was ready. Daniel’s head snapped in his direction, and for a moment, Oscar felt the flicker of hesitation, but he pushed it aside.

Oscar leaned in, lips brushing gently against Daniel’s. The kiss was quick, soft, and polite—nothing too over-the-top or unexpected. A standard kiss, really. The kind you’d give a friend, a brief and harmless brush of lips that didn’t stir anything deep. Daniel gave a little chuckle against his lips, clearly amused by the whole thing.

When the kiss broke, Oscar pulled back with a slight grin. That was easy. Too easy, in fact. There was no spark, no charge. But it was fine, and that was all he needed it to be.

Oscar moved swiftly down the line, the brief kiss with Daniel already fading from his mind. He stopped in front of Maxine, feeling a slight shift in the air. She had this playful energy about her that made him feel a little more awake, more present.

He reached forward, tapping her shoulder lightly, and she turned, her movements smooth as she adjusted to the cue. Oscar didn’t know what to expect from Maxine—she was a wildcard, always full of surprises, and he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of curiosity.

The kiss itself was quick, but the energy behind it was different. There was a playful intensity in it, a tease rather than something sweet or awkward. It wasn’t deep, but it wasn’t forgettable either. Maxine’s lips were soft, but her presence—her sense of humour, her confidence—came through more than anything else. As the kiss ended, Oscar felt a strange pulse of adrenaline, as if he’d just been jolted awake from a fog.

Pulling away, he took a quick breath. That was...interesting. Not bad, but definitely not forgettable.

 Moving on to Carmen and shaking off the subtle buzz still lingering from his previous kiss with Maxine. Carmen was a wild card—Oscar wasn’t sure what to expect, but he wasn’t sure he was ready for another kiss that could throw him off his game.

He lightly tapped her on the shoulder, signalling he was ready. Carmen shifted closer, her lips barely brushing his ear as she settled in front of him. Oscar caught the faintest hint of her perfume as she leaned in, and for a moment, there was nothing but the rush of the music in his ears and the soft pulse of his heart.

The kiss came quick. There was nothing bold or lingering about it—just a fleeting press of her lips on his. It was a brief, almost clinical touch, like she was going through the motions more than actually feeling anything. He didn’t feel much, other than the coolness of her lip gloss and a soft breath that brushed across his face. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t memorable either.

She pulled away almost as quickly as she’d moved in, her hands still hovering in the air, waiting for the next step. Oscar’s chest relaxed slightly, but the kiss had left him with more of a confused feeling than anything else. It was almost like she wasn’t fully present in the moment, or maybe he wasn’t.

As he moved on to the next islander, he tried not to linger on the kiss. It wasn’t bad, but it didn’t leave much of an impression, either. That was just the way the game went sometimes, he guessed.

Oscar moved down the line, his heart skipping a beat as he stood before Alex. He had to admit, there was a charge between them that was undeniable, something that had been there ever since they kissed in the dares game at the very beginning, even if it had stayed in the background for the most part. Alex was the kind of guy who carried a quiet but assured confidence—one that wasn’t loud but definitely present—and Oscar couldn’t help but feel that undeniable pull as he stood before him.

The music in his ears was a distant hum as Oscar focused on the moment. He could feel the heat radiating off Alex’s body, the tension hanging in the air as the seconds ticked by. When Alex shifted just slightly, Oscar felt his breath catch. There was something magnetic about being this close to him.

Without hesitation, Alex’s lips met his, and Oscar’s breath hitched in his throat as the kiss turned electric. It was full of fire, no hesitation—just the boldness of two people who didn’t need to say anything to know exactly what the other was feeling. The kiss was deep, intense, and charged with something that left Oscar’s head spinning, his pulse racing.

Oscar’s hand involuntarily moved to Alex’s chest, a slight pressure as he let the kiss play out. It was the kind of kiss that left a mark, even if it was just a few seconds. He could feel the warmth of Alex’s lips, the slight brush of his hands around Oscar’s neck as they both leaned in, a silent agreement that this was different. This was more.

When the kiss ended, Oscar pulled away with a slight breath, his heart still racing. He hadn’t even realized how badly he’d been holding his breath, but now that the kiss was over, it felt like the world had shifted slightly.

As he moved on to the next person, he couldn’t help but feel a thrill lingering in the air. That kiss… it had been something else. And he was pretty sure the ratings were going to reflect that.

Oscar moved on, still a bit rattled from his kiss with Alex. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he approached George, who was standing with his blindfold still in place. 

When Oscar leaned in, he was greeted by the unfamiliar warmth of George’s lips, but this kiss was entirely different from the electric tension of the previous one. It was soft, more gentle, with a teasing edge to it—like two friends sharing a light-hearted moment, but still carrying a hint of chemistry. George’s lips moved against his with an easy familiarity, and Oscar felt the contrast between this kiss and the previous one. There was nothing rushed or urgent here—just a quiet, easy connection.

It wasn’t bad, by any means—it just didn’t have the intensity of the last kiss. George’s kiss was comfortable, almost like a fleeting moment between two people who were still figuring things out. It had the potential for something more, but at this moment, it felt like a quick and casual brush, neither amazing nor awkward.

Oscar pulled away, giving a small nod to George before moving on to the next in line. He could already feel himself mentally rating the kiss—not bad, but nothing that would leave him breathless, either.

Oscar took a step forward, mentally bracing himself for Charlotte’s turn. He had a bit of a laugh internally, realizing he might be getting used to this strange challenge.  She was someone he hadn’t really had a one-on-one moment with yet, and while their interactions had been friendly, there wasn’t the same sense of familiarity as with some of the others.

He approached her, trying to ignore the flutter in his chest as his heart rate quickened. Charlotte was a wildcard in this game; he couldn’t predict how her kiss would feel, what it might tell him about their dynamic.

When Oscar leaned in and felt her lips meet his, he was immediately struck by the possessive quality of her touch. But there was a warmth, a lightness to it—almost like she was holding back, keeping things playful and fun but the passion still crept through. Her lips moved slowly, giving him the sense that she wasn’t rushing into it, maybe trying to gauge his response as much as he was gauging hers. It was a kiss that wasn’t full of fireworks, but it was definitely intriguing.

Oscar pulled back to move on to the next person. He couldn’t help but feel like Charlotte had taken this challenge seriously but was maybe holding back just a bit. It was far from bad, but he wasn’t left with that lingering sense of excitement either. Still, he appreciated how her kiss had a bit of mystery to it. It made him wonder where it might lead if they spent more time together.

Upon noticing that Francisca was next in line, Oscar knew instinctively, that this was going to be a very different experience. There was something electric about her presence—her confidence, her fiery personality. She was bold, and that was something Oscar couldn’t help but be drawn to.

As he stepped toward her, he felt an undeniable tension in the air, like there was a magnetic pull between them. The blindfold, the music, and the uncertainty only added to the charge. Oscar was already bracing for something that would knock him off balance.

When Francisca’s lips met his, it was instantly clear that she was all in. The kiss was intense, urgent, like she had something to prove—or maybe like she just wanted to feel everything in that moment. Her lips were hot, and she kissed with a hunger that immediately made Oscar feel a heat in his chest. She pressed into him, guiding the kiss deeper, more demanding, more wild. It wasn’t like the others—there was no hesitance, no softness. It was a kiss that felt like she was taking control, pulling him into her orbit.

Oscar couldn’t help but get lost in the kiss for a moment, the world spinning around them as his head buzzed. Francisca’s energy was undeniably intoxicating, and for a moment, he forgot about everything else—the challenge, the cameras, even his own thoughts. It was just them.

As the kiss ended and Francisca pulled back, Oscar was a little breathless. He quickly re-adjusted his stance, trying to shake off the dizziness in his head. That had been a kiss that would stick with him—there was no doubt about that.

In the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but think about how powerful that kiss had been. Francisca wasn’t just bold—she was captivating. And Oscar was sure she knew it.

Taking his place in front of Pierre, he reminded himself to stay composed. It was just a kiss, after all.

Pierre was standing there with his usual relaxed demeanour, swaying gently to the music as if completely unaffected by the game. Oscar couldn’t help but notice how different the energy was this time. Where Francisca had been intense and full of fire, Pierre was cool and easy-going. The contrast was almost humorous as Oscar steadied himself and leaned in, not quite sure what to expect.

When their lips met, it was... fine. Just fine. The kiss was pleasant, but it didn’t have the same spark as the others. Pierre’s lips were soft, but there was no real passion behind it—nothing that made Oscar’s heart race or his mind go fuzzy. It was more like an obligatory peck than anything else, and Oscar was relieved to feel the kiss break almost as quickly as it started.

Oscar pulled back, his fingers brushing against his lips as he moved on to the next person. He couldn’t help but think that some kisses were just... forgettable. This one was definitely in that category.

He gave a brief smile to Pierre, trying not to let his disappointment show. He had no idea if the others would rate it highly, but he already knew in his mind that it was just a solid, run-of-the-mill kiss. Nothing to write home about.

It was clear: some people just didn’t have that spark, and Pierre, for all his charm, didn’t have it with Oscar in that moment. Still, it's not like he hadn't had numerous good kisses so far. 

His luck was about to change though as he now stood before Logan. This was Logan—the girl who had chosen him at the recoupling, the girl he'd kissed just the night before, multiple times earlier that morning and now, in this peculiar game, he was about to kiss her again. But this time, there was something more to it, an awareness between them, a new layer to their connection that had only deepened in the past 24 hours.

He took a deep breath, mentally bracing himself as he leaned forward, his lips moving toward hers. He already knew what to expect. As soon as their lips met, he felt that spark again—the same undeniable chemistry he'd sensed from the moment they’d first kissed. Her lips were warm, soft, and responsive, fitting perfectly against his like they had been made for this. It felt natural, easy, and yet, as their kiss lingered for a moment longer than it probably should have, there was an undeniable intensity, a shared heat between them that neither could deny.

Oscar was momentarily caught off guard by the strength of the kiss. It was like everything else faded away, the noise of the challenge, the cameras, and the other islanders. It was just him and Logan, in that moment, sharing something real.

He pulled back slowly, his fingers brushing over his lips in a daze. He kept his blindfold on, but his mind was racing. The kiss had been better than he'd anticipated, and now he couldn’t help but think, Of course, it would be better with Logan.

Oscar tried to compose himself as he took his place back in line, but the buzz from the kiss lingered. He had kissed a lot of people today, but there was something different about this one. Something deeper, more connected.

Yeah, this one’s a ten, he thought, though he’d play it cool for now.

Things had been going far too smoothly for him though. Because as Oscar was replaying the kiss with Logan in his mind, trying to come down from the buzz, he noticed that Carlos was beside her and next in line.

Oscar had been steeling himself for this moment since Fernando explained the challenge but somehow, as it arrived, he felt completely unprepared. Carlos was the last person he wanted to kiss right now, but also... maybe the one he was most curious about. Their banter and lingering glances had built up a tension between them that he couldn’t quite ignore, no matter how much he tried. Now, that tension was about to reach its breaking point.

The world shrunk to just the sound of his heartbeat as Carlos also leaned in, closing the final inches of distance between them. The kiss started slowly, Carlos’s lips brushing against his, testing, as if taunting him to see if Oscar would flinch. Oscar felt a jolt—somewhere between surprise and undeniable intrigue. And as Carlos deepened the kiss, Oscar felt an unexpected spark flare between them. It was intense, unexpected, and had an edge to it that wasn’t there with anyone else.

The moment felt charged, electric in a way Oscar hadn’t anticipated. Carlos wasn’t just kissing him to play the game; there was something in his touch, the way he angled in, that seemed… intentional. Like he wanted Oscar to know he was in control of the moment, that he was the one calling the shots even though Oscar was technically the one supposed to be leading. Oscar felt his pulse quicken, completely disarmed.

When Carlos finally pulled back, Oscar was left reeling, heart pounding. What the hell was that? He thought he’d be relieved it was over, but instead, he found himself standing there, rooted to the spot, trying to process the rush of emotions swirling through him. Carlos had kissed him like it was something more, something real.

The unspoken tension between them now magnified tenfold. Was it just part of the game? he wondered. But even he didn’t believe that, not after a kiss like that. The drama of it all settled heavily on him.

Taking a steadying breath, Oscar moved down the line to where Lily was standing, her blindfold in place, waiting. He’d had a whirlwind of kisses so far—some sweet, some electric, some completely unexpected—but Lily was someone he felt a relaxed friendship with, no complications. This kiss would be simple, he told himself, a nice, easy way to finish up his turn.

He gently leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her lips, light and brief, as though keeping it deliberately toned down to avoid giving her any awkward impression. Lily responded with a soft smile, one that he could feel even through the quickness of the kiss, and Oscar sensed the playfulness in it, their shared understanding of it all being a bit of fun.

It was a relief, really—a friendly and warm way to wrap up a gauntlet of kisses that had left him unexpectedly flustered. When he pulled back, he exhaled a quiet breath of gratitude, grateful to be out of the spotlight, but a little uncertain about what he’d just gone through.

As Oscar slipped back into line, he folded his arms, hoping the blush creeping up his neck wasn't visible. Fernando's voice cut through the chatter, “Alright, islanders, time to rate that performance. One by one, give them your scores.”

Oscar stared ahead, trying to focus on anything but the task at hand. The last thing he wanted was to hear each islander dissecting his kissing ability. His gaze drifted to a far-off point in the villa, mentally counting palm trees and tracing patterns in the stones to keep himself from dwelling on their reactions.

Standing in line again with the blindfold back on, ears cushioned by the noise-cancelling headphones, leaving him alone with his thoughts. After his turn, the adrenaline was slowly giving way to a nervous edge. All he could hear now was the low, thrumming beat from his own pulse.

He could feel other islanders moving around him, likely exchanging kisses and gauging each other’s reactions in ways he could only imagine. Thoughts of the earlier reactions to his kiss ratings nagged at him. Why had someone sounded that enthusiastic? And did he really want to know who’d thrown out that “Ten”?

A flicker of regret surfaced—this challenge had sounded fun in theory, but the reality felt a bit different. He’d tried to keep it light-hearted, but here he was overthinking every single reaction. Somewhere in the chaos, his mind drifted to Logan and that kiss. That one moment was the only grounding element of the entire ordeal, but it only made him more confused about what came next.

Oscar tried to push the anxious thoughts away, mentally bracing himself for the reveal and desperately hoping he’d survive it with at least some shred of his dignity intact.

The tension in Oscar’s shoulders melted as he heard Fernando's announcement over the noise-cancelling headphones: the challenge was finally over, and the results were in. He exhaled, feeling an unexpected rush of relief. For a moment, he’d genuinely feared being anywhere near the top of that leader board; he'd never live down the teasing.

Fernando's voice carried over the courtyard, playful and proud. "In third place, we have... Logan!" The villa erupted with cheers and whistles as Logan gave a humble wave, clearly pleased but keeping it cool. Oscar smiled to himself, feeling a slight pang of pride—and a flicker of relief that she’d kept things impressive yet under the radar.

"In second place, we have Carlos!" More cheers and whoops filled the air, along with a few knowing looks shared between the islanders. Oscar caught Carlos’s smug grin from across the pool area, clearly basking in his near-victory. Typical Carlos.

"And in first place—our villa’s official Best Kisser—Alex!" Fernando declared with enthusiasm, and the garden exploded with applause and playful jeers. Alex broke into a broad grin, playfully flexing as he accepted the unofficial title with ease. Oscar laughed and joined the clapping, feeling a strange mixture of pride and amusement.

He glanced around at his friends celebrating, a warm satisfaction settling in. In a villa that thrived on theatrics, a light-hearted ending was exactly what he needed.

“Yes, yes, well done to Alex, that was quite the performance,” Fernando declared, clapping along with the islanders. A knowing smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as the cheers started to die down, and Oscar caught a glint of mischief in his eyes. Fernando continued, “But you all know there’s always a twist on Love Island.”

The chatter quieted instantly, and everyone leaned in, a ripple of nervous energy passing through the group. Oscar felt his stomach flip as he exchanged a glance with Logan, who raised an eyebrow in amused curiosity. Fernando allowed the suspense to build for a few beats, clearly relishing every second of the tension.

“Because…” Fernando drew out the word, scanning the line of islanders. “The best kisser isn’t just taking home bragging rights.” He paused, flashing a grin at Alex. “They’re also winning a private date tonight with the partner of their choosing—someone they’re not currently coupled up with!”

The villa buzzed with reactions—whispers, laughs, a few surprised exclamations. Oscar’s mind raced, caught somewhere between relief that he hadn’t won and curiosity over Alex’s choice. He couldn’t help but feel a prickling sense of anticipation as he watched Alex’s face, a mix of intrigue and mischief dancing in his eyes as he considered his options.

Fernando's smirk widened, and he raised his hand to quiet down the chattering islanders.

“Actually, I have to admit, I left out one… rather crucial part of the twist.” His eyes gleamed with anticipation. “You see, it’s not just the top kisser who will make an impact today.”

A silence fell over the villa, and the islanders exchanged nervous glances.

“Because,” he continued, “the islander with the lowest overall score… will be dumped from the villa effective immediately.”

Oscar’s stomach dropped as gasps and whispers erupted around him. The gravity of the announcement settled in, and suddenly, the playful challenge had taken on a menacing edge. All eyes darted to Fernando’s scoreboard as he tapped it lightly, underscoring the finality of what was about to happen.

“That’s right,” Fernando said, his tone no longer playful. “The islander who scored the lowest in the kiss ratings is about to say their goodbyes. So, without further ado…”

A hush fell over the group as Fernando's gaze finally landed on Daniel, whose name was written at the very bottom of the leader board—just one point shy of safety. Fernando's voice was calm but final.

“Daniel, I’m afraid you received the lowest score. You’ve been dumped from the villa, effective immediately.”

Daniel’s shoulders sagged as he absorbed the news, his expression shifting from disbelief to acceptance as he exhaled a long breath. The islanders around him muttered words of sympathy, and Maxine, his partner, wore a look of shock that quickly faded into a disappointed, reflective gaze.

Fernando’s voice softened, but it held its unwavering finality. “Daniel, your time here has come to an end. Please say your goodbyes.”

Maxine stood up, offering him a small, sad smile as she wrapped him in a hug. “It’s been good having you here, Danny,” she whispered. "I’ll miss you.”

One by one, the islanders gave Daniel a pat on the shoulder, a squeeze of the hand, or a quick embrace. Oscar offered a quick but genuine “Take care, man,” as Daniel made his way down the line. For most, there was a mix of relief and unease as they processed the twist, realizing how close they, too, could have come to leaving.

As he reached the exit, Daniel cast a glance back at the group. “You guys better keep it interesting,” he called with a wry smile. Then, with a final wave, he turned and disappeared through the villa doors.

The entire day had been a blur for Oscar, like living through multiple seasons of the villa in just a few hours. This morning had been so calm, lying beside Logan in bed, feeling her presence next to him like a quiet promise. He could hardly believe that only hours later, he'd found himself in the midst of a chaotic kiss-off—blindfolded and fumbling through a gauntlet of lip-locks, all for the sake of rankings and, apparently, survival. Then there'd been the twist, a dramatic end to the game that none of them had seen coming.

Daniel's departure had hit harder than Oscar expected, snapping him back to reality after a day of playful antics. Seeing Daniel pack up, the villa one person lighter, reminded him of the brutal nature of it all. And in the strangest way, it had brought his feelings into sharper focus. Yes, he was here for the experience and the thrill of it all, but it also made him appreciate what he had with Logan—the warmth, the moments that felt like they were just for the two of them. And seeing Daniel go was a stark reminder of how quickly it all could change.

The villa's usual sense of careless fun felt a little more fragile. He stole a look at Logan across the garden, and something in her returning gaze told him she felt it, too.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Injured (Jenni's Version) II

Jenni Hermoso x Child!Reader

Summary: Mama's dog comes home

Life in Mexico, you find, is not that different to life in Spain.

There's a few differences though. They don't speak Catalan here, or, not in the part of Mexico that you and Mama live. They speak their Spanish differently to you and Mama but everyone is very friendly.

You like your ballet teacher and you love your classes.

Life in Mexico is good, you decide.

Mama holds your hand all the time. She is happy and smiley and sometimes attacks you with kisses and cuddles when you aren't paying attention.

Mama still plays football and you come along to training but days off are spent in the living room together building a train track and playing with one of your new trains on it.

You've just packed away the trains you were playing with when Mama calls for you downstairs.

You hurry down just as Mama opens the front door.

Tio Rafael smiles to you as he steps inside and you hide behind Mama's legs.

He's your new Tio because he's Mama's brother. You've never had a Tio before because Mami had a sister and Tia Alba didn't date boys so you had no one in your life to become a Tio.

He exchanges words with Mama but you're focused on the dog by his feet.

You've meet Mama's dog a few times before Mama was Mama so you recognise him.

"Hi," You say softly and he leaps up at you, trying to lick your face," Stop it! That tickles!"

Tio Rafael bids goodbye to Mama, saying something about meeting up with her in a few days after sightseeing but leaves the dog.

You look at him.

He looks at you.

"Is Tio's dog staying here?" You ask and Mama laughs.

"This is our dog," She explains to you," Rafa was just looking after him in Spain for me. I thought, since I brought you home, I should bring him home too."

"He is little," You say as he explores the house, snout pressed to the ground.

"You're little," Mama says back with a little laugh, hoisting you up onto her hip," Alright, what movie did we want today?"

At the end of a day off, Mama sits you down with her to watch a movie together.

She calls it tradition and you like that.

You love it, actually, because Mama sits on the sofa with you and snuggles beneath a blanket. Sometimes, she'll rake her fingers through your hair and you'll go all limp and boneless.

Those times you don't get to stay awake. You always fall asleep before the movie is finished and it's hit or miss if you wake up in your own bed in the morning or in Mama's with her.

"Er..."

Mama usually helps you make this decision. You don't know why you struggle with choosing but you do so Mama puts you on her lap and shows you all the options.

"That one!"

You love movie night but not really for the movies. You love it for Mama and the cuddles she gives you and the way she smiles and the way she holds you close.

That's why you love movie night.

You couldn't care less about the movies. It's all about being with Mama.

The little dog she's brought home is not like Nala. Nala was fluffier than this dog and a girl as well. This dog has short fur and he's a boy.

You like him though and giggle when he leaps up onto the sofa with you and crawls into your lap even though you're sitting in Mama's lap.

He licks your face a few more times before curling up on your legs.

"He likes me!" You whisper to Mama, careful to not disrupt him.

"Of course he does," Mama says warmly," He knows you're family."

You grin at that, like every time Mama references that you're a family. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside and you lean back against her again.

Her arms wrap around your waist and her ticklish kisses flutter across your cheeks.

Mama's dog looks up as you try to wriggle away, shrieking with laughter.

He whines a little at you and rockets forward to hit Mama in the face with his snout, giving out a little yip of warning.

"Hey!" She laughs," She was mine before she was yours!"

But Mama's little dog sneezes in her face before curling up on your lap again.

He follows you to bed tonight too, when Mama takes you to your room and reads you a bedtime story. He jumps up onto your bed like Nala did when you were little.

He turns around in a little circle before settling at your feet, resting his head on your ankles.

Mama laughs. "Are you sleeping with Bambi tonight? Alright then. Don't keep her up all night."

"He won't," You say," We're tired."

Mama gives you a kiss on the forehead and pulls the covers up to your chin. "Love you, Bambi."

"Love you, Mama."

[gadriezmannsgirl]

hii, can you do a cute scenario about slow cuddly mornings with gavi when he doesn’t have practice so he can just sleep in with you💗

Yes, I can and here you go hun☺️ It's a bit short but I hope you like it!🫶🏼 Please, let me know what you think of it!

Mornings By Your Side - P.G

Summary: It's a day off for you and your boyfriend, Pablo; which means lots of sleep in, cuddles and loving with him

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Usually, you weren't a morning person. You hated being woken up, the sun interrupting abruptally your sleep while coming into your windows hitting directly in your eyes, was the worst feeling ever.

But, you loved waking up with you boyfriend, Pablo. When you woke up in between his arms everything looked good to you and you wanted to wake up like that for the rest of your life.

"Buenos días" Pablo had said with his face snuzzled in your neck, you smiled feeling how his arms tightened around your frame pulling you, if it was possible, closer to him

"You were staring" You said eyes still closed, one of your hands came to rest on the one he had underneath your head and the other came to his arm giving it light touches.

"Well, you were sleeping with your mouth opened and a bit of drool came out as well, it's quite impressive" He said, you inmediately opened your eyes watching Pablo with a smile on his face letting you know he was joking.

But still, one of your hands came to the side of your face feeling nothing

"Hijo de..." (Son of a...) You mumbled sleepy hearing Pablo laugh out loud but still not disturbing the peace you both had "I hate you" You put your hand in his once more and let your head fall down on his arm

"Yo te quiero más" Pablo said kissing your neck repeatedly making a smile appear on your face

You turned around to face him, your arms wrapping around him as you left a quick peck in his lips.

"Te ves hermoso" (You look beautiful) You said slowly joining your nose with his sweetly

"Tú estás hermosa" (You are beautiful) He said

"You're also whipped" You whispered as he laughed lightly

"I am" He nudged your nose with his once more "What are we doing today?" He asked pulling you closer

He had a day off today and magically you did as well, no homework, no college, nothing. Just a sweet, lazy and slow day in with Pablo.

"We can sleep in a bit more" He hummed at your proposal "We can cook something to eat later"

"Sounds good"

"We can be lazy, just cuddle and love on each other all day" You said winning a big and cute smile of his

"Now, that sounds absolutely perfect" Pablo said giving several kisses on your cheek as you smiled hugging yourself more to him and he received you gladly "Te quiero" (I love you), he pulled the blanket over both of your heads making you laugh lightly

"Y yo te quiero a ti" (And I love you) You say before finding his lips with yours in a sweet, slow and lazy kiss.

Yes, you definitely loved mornings like this one, with Pablo by your side and lots of love between you two.

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@gaviypedrisbride

[nerdieforpedro]

La Sangria es muy dulce – The Sangria is too sweet

(Roja/red) Part One of Coasting through the Rainbow

Summary: Javier Peña considered his life good, great even. He met a man who would change what he knew about himself.

This is the beginning of Javier’s journey.

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Warnings: internalized homophobia, ANGST AND FLUFF, all the emotions, self-loathing, alcohol use, mentions of smut (nothing too descriptive), Nerdie’s so-so Spanish translations, Nerdie’s brand of humor (all of the place), Javier Peña being subject to Nerdie’s whims

Word Count: 2,587

Notes: I started this six part series for Pride month. I hope to have all parts out during the month so we’ll remain hopeful! Special thanks, hugs and big kisses to @perotovar and @julesonrecord for beta reading and encouraging me to write all of it out, not just in bullet points. ❤️💚💙💛💜🧡

Main Masterlist/ Javier Peña Masterlist /AO3 Link

Javier thought people lied when they said that they knew the exact moment that their life changed. It sounds like the telenovelas that Senora Ramírez always has on when he goes for his morning coffee and empanada with a piece of mango to her shop before heading to work in the morning. So grand and over the top. Exaggerated to prove a point.

All those crazy people were right and tonight he’s in a room full of them.

Earlier that night he’d been drinking with some suits from the ambassador’s office, wearing his own complete with a tie. He felt stifled and wanted to rip the damn thing off but couldn’t, so he had more whiskey on the rocks to cool himself. Laughing with them was alright, but his time could be spent in his apartment in his own company.

The group was getting ready to head to the next place, paying their tabs and dispersing. Javier used this opportunity to sneak way, down an alley where he was sure they wouldn’t ask him to tag along. The scarlet light from the building behind the bar on the next street reflected in a puddle at Javi’s feet. Shrugging, it wouldn’t hurt to look so he thought and stepped toward the light only to see a club he’d never heard of. People were gathered outside dressed in all sorts of colors and outfits, more men than women he noticed, but he figured there were usual drink deals for ladies’ night so they might be inside.

His feet carried him to the door where the bouncer looked him up and down chuckling before letting him in. ‘Must be because I’m the only one in a suit. This fucking suit.’ Inside the music was loud, the red light persisted, and Javier’s eyes were wide. It’s not like he didn’t know men dated other men. Who doesn’t know that? Javier Pena just isn’t around it. At all. Ever.

Now with the flow of the crowd, he’s slowly pushed to the dance floor in a sea of men dancing and enjoying themselves. It’s completely foreign to him what he’s witnessing.

That’s when it happens. A tug on his tie is all that it took for Javier to gain focus. A man is before him, a few inches taller than he is, bronze skin he figures, though it’s difficult to tell in this light. Shoulder length dark curls frame his face, and his eyes are light, maybe hazel or a green. He isn’t sure. Pena is distracted by this man’s lips, they’re fuller than his own and curved in a smile as the ephemeral man puts his cheap black tie to his lips that have a gloss on them, making their cotton candy color stand out against the red light. “Hey hermoso (handsome), you look lost as a cordero (baby lamb). Maybe you need a shepherd for the night.” The light dusting of dark hair a top of his lip moves with it and Javi exhales.

‘This man’s voice makes feel, feel what? Calm and turned on? What the hell is going on? Maybe I need to put a limit on my whiskey after all.’ He was going to tell him to let go of his tie, but the words didn’t come out. Instead, he grabbed the hand that was still holding his tie. Pena didn’t let go, he couldn’t. His skin was so cool and felt like a godsend. When did he get this hot? Fucking suit. “No, I don’t. I just need to get my bearings.”

“Maybe you should dance and take off that jacket. Looks uncomfortable and you are. You can’t look away from me, but you feel like you may bolt out of here.” The same plush lips are pressed against the back of Javier’s hand. “Come on, let’s get you from a cordero to a borrego (lamb) shall we? Just dance with me hermoso.” A slower song begins to play, its tempo lends to help Javi think. No one he knows is here. What’s one dance?

“Alright, but I’m not a damn lamb. I’m Javi. What’s your name bello angel (beautiful angel).” Releasing his hand, Javi slipped a hand around his back, tracing his tant muscles through his tight white t-shirt. The man in white laughed and leaned in Javier’s ear, telling his name before grazing his cheek with his lips.

“You’re so close. Name’s Angelo. Good to meet you, Javier. Relax and let me show you it’s okay. Touch me, though I’ll only bite if you tell me to.” Angelo tilted his neck and undid Javier’s tie, wrapping it around his broad shoulders. “You can pull a little if you want me closer. Do you want me closer Javier?”

A simple sí (yes) is all Javier said prior to Angelo’s hands finding their way to Javi’s narrow hips, swaying them with the music. The man kept eye contact with Angelo never losing the smile he had upon his face. Javier began to wonder if he truly was lost. He’s never put much stock into over thinking relationships. Things are what they are, no more and no less. Whatever this may become, at least he deems it safe for not with this enchanting man who’s now leading him out of the club at the end of the song.

The crimson from the neon signs highlight the sweat on each of their bodies. Javier hadn’t noticed that Angelo had glitter on his arms. There had been so much he didn’t see in the club: the red dragon tattoo on his left shoulder near his collarbone, the freckles on his neck, the rose on right hand, the white jeans he wore were tight around his thighs. Peña’s hands reached down to squeeze them curious if they were as solid as they looked. Angelo’s thighs indeed were. “Let me kiss you Javi, you’ve already got your hands on me. I know you’ve been watching my lips.”

“Stop asking.” Peña ran his fingers up Angelo’s body tracing his hips, abdomen and shoulders before stoping at the back of his neck. He used both hands to pull his head forward. Angelo’s lips were as soft as he thought. No, softer. So soft and so warm. A pair of hands settled on Javier hips and he doesn’t feel like he should pull away. Especially when Angelo’s tongue begins to explore his mouth.

Javier Peña has never expected to be in another man’s bed, but he is here with swollen lips, grunting naked with a beautiful man telling him about what luscious sounds his making between what’s coming out of his mouth and his slick cock that is in Angelo’s capable hand. Peña has also never preened, tonight he does while those lips he’s been entranced by all night take him into the morning mapping his body. He knows that the lips that have tasted him told him good night before he succumbed to sleep.

Awakening the next morning, Javier should find it odd that he’s slept so well. Restful sleep avoids him like a cartel member with kilo of coke. With only the bruised memories that Angelo make on his skin the night before, he trots around the bedroom, his eyes adjusting to the light before he sees the bathroom. Using it, he smells coffee and maybe eggs, following the smell, Javi is greeted to Angelo’s ass. A few shades lighter than his back and thighs. It makes him release a chuckle before wrapping his arms around his host’s waist, placing kisses on his shoulder blade. “Buenos dias Angelo. What are you cooking?”

“Did you sleep well Javi? I should have the eggs done soon. I didn’t go to the store yet this week so I’ve got toast, butter and some grape jelly.” He responds and it still isn’t strange. Javi finds himself pushing his concern to the back of his mind as they sit down to eat.

“I did. Normally I don’t eat breakfast. I’m usually still working. Smells delicious.” Javier’s bright smile is complemented by his mustache and he notes the first time he sees Angelo blush from the compliment. “Am I the first you’ve had over for breakfast in a bit. Are you a lamb in that regard?” His mouth is wide from putting a healthy helping on scrambled eggs in his mouth and a laugh upon hearing Angelo confirm that yes it has been a year or two maybe he can’t remember exactly.

“Stop laughing so hard Javier. It isn’t that damn funny.”

After finishing breakfast, they both washed the dishes and dressed. Exchanging numbers was easy with a promise to call later. Usually an empty promise from Javier Peña but he did call once he got in his apartment later that morning to shower and go to work. They talked the entire way to work with Angelo finally telling Javier to stop sitting in the parking lot and go in to work. Peña said he’d see him later tonight which they did.

The subsequent three months find Javier in a good place, still occasionally sleeping with women, though it doesn’t resonate the same liberating sense that he felt with Angelo. They both have made it clear that for now, they’re exploring other options. However, the more time passes, the greater the time is that they spend together, giving less opportunity for others.

There’s one night that bled into the morning as many of Javier and Angelo’s shared memories do. Paloma (Javier’s nickname for Angelo as he always remembered how he appeared to him in white) had come to Columbia for work as the government was trying to building more infrastructure and needed people trained in urban planning and development. Javier promised to show him the local eateries and bars, going from place to place. Peña was well known in these spaces and said that Angelo was ‘new and learning the ropes’ as he put it. It was on one of the hillsides, Javier had asked a passerby to take a picture of the two of them, both with a warm buzz from alcohol and companionship. He couldn’t recall the joke or which one of them made it, just that both of them were using their entire bodies to laugh.

A hand was in Angelo’s hair, fingers gripped Javier waist tight. Many night in Columbia were humid, both men were coated in a sheen of sweat and glitter from a previous bar run a few stops back. In the background, above the short buildings behind them, the sky was transitioning from it’s navy blue toward the heavens, slipping into purple, red and a faint orange before greeting the buildings. The stranger took a few pictures with his phone and handed it to Javi who thanked them as they left.

That was one of the last times they didn’t argue.

It began about why Javi wouldn’t stay the night. About how Angelo couldn’t stay the night in Javi’s apartment. These two issues were worked out fairly quickly. Alternating where they explored each other did the trick. What Javier refused to budge on, was going out with Angelo during the daylight hours.

Peña’s life was excellent, he was growing to care for someone. He was always so guarded, his heart needed time to thaw from past experiences. Coming to terms to being in a relationship with another man. He still saw himself as the Javier of the past, though at this point he wasn’t sleeping with women any more as nights spent at Angelo’s didn’t always include sex. Sometimes it was just spent in each other’s embrace.

Angelo demanded more from Javier. Exclusivity and to be seen together more places. Not just out on drunken nightly raids but on sober days. Such exposure was normal for him. He’s been living in his truth for decades. Understanding that Javier was new to reconciling his sexual identity was fighting against being hidden. Angelo had been squirreled away too often by men who said they cared about him but acted like they had never met him when around others. He had told himself he would not stand for it. Not from any relationship plutonic or romantic.

Javier was different to Angelo. The bravado matched by his tenderness kept him in their relationship for a time, but close to the four month mark, his patience was wearing thin.

“Mi amor (my love), I want a life with you but I will not be kept to the night. You’re a good man and the best lover I’ve had, but I won’t be someone’s secret Javier. I refuse.” Angelo tells Javier after a night of passion after another morning has come in his apartment. They stand beside the bed baring their bodies to each other as they have often. This time, they’re not just giving knowing looks and leaving words unsaid.

“I told you I need more time mi paloma. I’m new to this. You know I care about you. I don’t see why you have to push so hard. We’ll go to brunch or something eventually. You know I work long hours at the consulate. I’m not keeping you hidden, I just-just need more time.” Reaching for Angelo, he needs him to know. To know, how much he cares and needs him. It’s just so difficult and twisted his emotions right now. “I don’t want to lose you Angelo. Please.” His dove smacks his hand away, the lips Javi enjoys making swollen are quivering as tears fall. It’s a look Peña is familiar with. No matter the gender, it is universal. The face of someone who is angry, disappointed and saddened by his actions.

“Get out Javier Peña. I have a life to live. With someone who wants me anytime and not just when it’s convenient for them. I wish you all the best. I will put myself first Javier. Just like you do.”

“Goddammit Angelo. Fine. I have a life to live too. Goodbye. I-I do care for you, at least know that mi ángel (my angel).” Javier tossed on his clothes haphazardly and departed Angelo’s apartment. They didn’t call or text. Not even a casual drop-in either. It was an abrupt end to their relationship.

Javier dove head first into old habits with as many women and men as he could. Their bodies were warm but he always left the bed cold. No amount of cigarettes or whiskey would fill the hole he had in his heart from Angelo. After six months of this behavior and his colleagues noticing that the once nearly glowing agent Peña was now a dim version of himself. Even worse than last year, it was suggested that a change of scenery be in order.

A consultant position with the DEA had opened up in DC. Knowing there was nothing for him here except more self-destructive behaviors, Javier Peña packed up what was in his apartment and moved back to the United States.

Javier decided the love he had in Columbia would remain there as he watched the greenery of the land where so much had defined his life. Deciding to try something new to mark the occasion, Javier ordered a sangria, he never indulged in mixed drinks much. The scarlet of the liquid matched the profound resentment toward how he’d handled everything and himself. “Where there’s a Javier Peña, there will be a way to make someone cry.” A sip of his drink had him pucker his lips. “Fuck, this shit is way too damn sweet. Story of my life.”

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Part Two - Morado/purple

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How would Atticus be like with a Mexican reader?? I just wanna call him, “mi amor, guapito, hermoso, mi corazón” !!! All the cute names. Teaching him Spanish, how to dance, cook, and usual customs.

It would be super cute just him asking what does the name ur calling him by mean and u say some lovey dovey shit. Also the fact that we kiss on the cheek for greetings. *gasps* or how he is pretty isolated so he’s either gonna have to get comefortable with random family pulling up or reader giving him an ARMY of kids. Just so that they don’t get lonely cuz family is hella important!

"Mi amor, where's the salt? I can't find it" You called from the kitchen, "I need it to finish making dinner."

"Reckon I saw it sitting in the spice drawer."

-Atticus strolls into the kitchen. He notices you standing near the counter looking for the salt. Quickly, Atticus rummages through the nearby spice cabinet. Without missing a beat, the salt is located. He slips the salt into your hands.

-You thank him then continue cooking. For a few minutes, Atticus just continues to watch you cook. The smell lingers in his nose and his mouth began to salivate.

-A small sense of curiosity began to bloom inside him. Multiple times, he remembered that you would call him mi armor. He couldn't figure out what it meant. Were you unhappy with him? Is this why you called him that?

"What'd ya call me earlier, Doll? Me a-more?" Atticus asked.

"Its mi amor, Atticus. It just means my love in Spanish."

"Hm."

-Atticus comes up behind you. His arms slither around your waist. Slowly, small kisses are littered all over your face. Your nose, cheek and forehead are all claimed by his lips. Not a single inch is spared.

-You laugh as he buries his face in your neck. His warm breath tickles your neck. As you try to squirm out of his hold, Atticus tightens his arms around your waist.

"Let go now. I haven't finished." You say as you playfully pushed his arms away.

"No."

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-He would love pet names in a different language. It makes him feel so happy that you thought of him. He'd try to learn Spanish to give you one as well. (Honestly would probably butcher it and give you something that sounds funky. You'd totally have to correct him and teach him what it really means).

-Would eat up telenovelas and get super invested in them. At the end of the day, he would pull you into his lap and you would watch it with him. Theorizes about future plot points and characters with you.

-Struggles to make food with you. He can only cook an omelet, oatmeal and potatoes. However, Atticus really enjoys your cooking. He finished it every time and always asks for more.

-Super lost when it comes to your culture. However, he understands with time. You just have to be patient and explain it to him slowly. Would enjoy participating in it with you. sees himself as special since you took the time to integrate him into your culture.

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-At first, he wouldn't like being around someone else's family too much. It gives him anxiety because it reminds him of his own messed up family dynamic with his parents.

Also, having to many people around. He's not used to it. Eventually, he'd come around after repeated exposure. Even grows on the children in the family. Comes to learn that not every family dynamic is abusive or hurtful.

-Would be super nervous to have his own kids. A little afraid that he might turn out like his father BUT knows better. He's a bit strict with them since he wants them to learn discipline. However, reminds them about how much he loves them through his actions. (Ex: taking them on special bonding trips)

-Absolutely adores when you're pregnant. Gives your stomach little kisses and wants to listen to the baby. Tries to cook all your pregnancy cravings (fails but A for effort) Messages your feet and back.

-Refuses sex. He's really afraid it'll hurt the baby somehow. Only does it when you coax him into it. Very gentle and constantly asks for reassurance.

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[honeybunniii333]

something gay plz

(OMG? COULD IT BE? MIRA WRITING SOMETHING OTHER THAN ANGST? The world has truly gone mad. 0.0 )

Nevin had grown quite used to this routine, He fell asleep first and woke up first. It was always the way they'd been. He'd wake up and walk quietly down the stairs to avoid waking up the kids. Slip into the kitchen and start making breakfast, and after about an hour had passed, he'd feel arms wrap around his waist. Then, a warm mess of a boy would would press his face into his shoulder with a mumbled greeting that barely qualified as English. "Mrnnginn..." Chris had always been slow to wake up. "Morning Hermoso, sleep well?" He hummed as he turned away from his previous task to face the other, wedged comfortably between the counter and his husband.

"Mnhm.." he hummed his arms still wrapped around him, his face still tucked away in the crook of the shorter boys neck. Chris was clingy in general. He liked physical contact, and he liked being close but especially when he was sleepy or sick. "You should stay in bed longer..." he mumbled, and Nevin couldn't help but roll his eyes fondly at the complaint. "Mmhmmm, after breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day, you know." he reminded, gently pushing the boy back so he could press a kiss to his lips. "Could you wake the girls up for me?" He asked, turning back to his previous task of mixing up pancake batter. "Yes, sir!" The older boy snorted, turning on his heel and making his way out of the kitchen so Nevin could work his magic in peace for a few minutes.

It wasn't long before Nevin heard two sets of little feet quickly scampering down the hall and into the kitchen. It was the same order every day, first came Maya waddling in with all the grace a toddler could have, next was Amara chasing after her little sister with far too much energy for 10 in the morning and lastly, Chris, making his way in after them to start setting the table for breakfast.

Saturdays were always slow for the small family. It was usually spent lazing around since the rest of the week was typically so busy. With running a restaurant and taking care of two children under 6, life was typically good but busy. Weekends, though? Weekends were their break time, time to relax. Nevin was barely registering what the characters on the screen were saying. He was too busy thinking, thinking about how in the world he'd managed to get here. On a nice comfy couch, pressed against a pretty boy with two adorable kids playing together without a care in the world... He was happy, happy that his kids' world was far brighter than his had been at their age... But it was hard to believe sometimes that it was real. Nevin always tried his best to stay optimistic, to not give up. That mindset had been born out of pure spite. A decision made of stubbornness, a refusal to let himself be broken. And somehow, it had carried him 25 years, to here of all places. To a nice warm house, with a nice warm boy that he'd let in from the cold when they were just teenagers.

Chris never viewed himself as anything special. He wasn't a hero by any means, but Nevin was quite confident that Christopher Maddox Jackson had saved him. Maybe not in the literal sense, maybe not in a sense that made sense to anyone but himself... but Nevin was positive he wouldn't be nearly as happy as he was right now had he not met him. Nevin didn't believe in silly things like luck, but if somehow Drew was right about it. He would consider himself very lucky.