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[batllethinker]

Love me harder | l.w2 | 18+ mdni

Pairing: mommy!lia wälti + service top!leah williamson, felicitas rauch + lia wälti (friendly, fwb)

Summary: Leah loves Lia, she doesn't really know how much she loves her until her love is put to the test (yes, this is smut)

Warnings: mommy kink, fingering, jealousy, le being a huge sub, teasing, praise, friends to lovers, semi public sex

The teams match against the german wolfsburg had just finished up, only leaving the post match routine. Leah herself hadn't played but followed to support her team, and Lia, who she had joined sides with as soon as she could.

Leah could only watch as Lia was approached by an opposing player, and the way her friend immediately lit up. The brunette had her arms wrapped tight around the other player, talking to her in hushed whispers and teasing smiles, too quiet for Leah to really make out.

The sight was making her angrier than it should, even more so when Lia stripped of her jersey, the other doing the same and the swiss woman didn't even hesitate before putting it on and much louder this time, invited her out for the teams post match plans.

Leahs face dropped when she could finally make out their words, her brows furrowed in confusion because how did they even know eachother? The defender did put on a fake smile as soon as Lia turned to face her, her arm still wrapped around Feli, as Lia called her.

"You don't think the others will mind, do you?" The others? What about me? Leah paused for a moment, fake smile momentarily dropping before deciding that if Lia wants this girl there, she should be there.

"They wouldn't mind, I don't think" The older woman smiled brightly at her, taking one of her hands in her free one before saying something in german to Felicitas, which immediately dampened Leahs mood. Leah watched as Lia introduced the girl to their teammates, all of them more than welcoming to her, which carried on to the bar.

Feli was sat right next to the other brunette, with Leah sat on her other side. Le really tried to cheer up for the team but everytime she looked over to her side, her mood would immediately dampen as she's forced to watch Lia practically grope the other girl.

The blonde couldn't even bring herself to hide her grumpiness the longer the night went on, barely even talking to her teammates and glaring at a spot on the table.

She knew that Lia noticed her mood when the german conversation was put to a halt and an arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her into Lias frame.

"Le, what's the matter?" The defender only shrugged, a small pout on her lips as she was held even tighter against the older woman, face pressed into the crook of her neck.

"It's nothing" it came out as a mumble, partly muffled by Lias neck and she really felt more than heard the older woman's sigh before her grip loosened.

Lia then fully turned towards the blonde, just taking a moment to look at her before grabbing her hand and dragging her into the restroom.

Leah really didn't know what's going on, just that Lia was looking properly fed up. "Leah, what's going on?"

The defender only shrugged, fully unable to meet Lias eyes even as she's backed up against a wall.

"Baby, tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours" that was what finally broke Leahs will, her little pout remaining even as she met the other womans questioning gaze. What came out of her next was what threw Lia for a loop.

"Mommy.." a whine and desperate hands coming out to grasp Lias hips, "please!". The older womans brows furrowed before realization dawned on her and her hands came out to cradle Leahs face.

"Come on, tell mommy what you want" she encouraged, more than a little curious about where Leahs mind was. Leah could only whine again, her grip tightening some as she pulled Lia closer to her, her own head falling forward to nuzzle into the older womans neck.

"Want to make you feel good, please" Lia raised an eyebrow at that, seriously considering the blondes plead even as she nuzzled further into her. Leahs fingers were twitching against her, as if she was consciously restraining herself from doing what she wanted.

The midfielder didn't say another word as she moved to unbutton her jeans, her other hand guiding Leahs hand between her thighs and delighting in the desperate noise the blonde made as she twitched against her once more.

The older womans hand then moved to the back of her head, tangling her fingers in her hair so her girl could face her. Lia choked on a moan when the blonde finally started moving against her, fingers circling her clit in tight circles. Leah looked properly fucked out as she looked up at the brunette with wide eyes, completely in awe and a little disbelieving.

"Le.." another moan, "come on, fuck me" The defender actually moaned at that, eyes momentarily closing as she pushed inside with a finger, to the second knuckle before pulling out and pushing in with another and fully bottoming out.

There was a muttered "fuck" as Lias eyes shut and Leah was pulled closer to her, the brunette was slightly breathless as Leah started properly fucking her, palm grounding into her clit and her, herself was in complete heaven.

"Scheiße, that's it" words interupted by a moan, "doing so good, keep going" Leah couldn't hold back her own moan, roughening just the tiniest bit as she glowed at the praise.

"Mommy, please" she whined, "want you to cum" Leah buried herself into the crook of Lias neck again, just mouthing at the exposed skin and despite the fogginess in her brain, managed to nibble a mark into her skin.

The older woman moaned into her ear at that, hips bucking up against her hand before she tensed and the grip in Leahs hair tightened, tugging lightly at her hair.

Lia came with a groan and a shudder, pulling the younger woman even tighter against her and trapping her hand between her thighs.

As she came down from her high, she noticed Leah trembling against her, worried she pulled back enough to look at her. To her surprise, Leah got that fucked out, glazed over look in her eyes, one that only an orgasm gave.

To her credit, Leah actually looked a little embarrassed as she met the other womans eyes but Lia looked more amused than anything.

"Did you just cum?" There was a teasing lilt to her tone and Leah could only nod, pouting in embarrassment as she tried to hide her face, only for Lia to tighten the grip in her hair once again.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed love, its cute" Leah only whined quietly and tried once again to cling to her mommy, successfully this time. Le murmuring happily once she was held tightly in Lias arms.

[wosotales]

Behind The Kit: Arsenal's Chosen Family - Flipcident

Kyra's brattiness reaches a new level and it ends with dire concequences when she messes with the wrong person. Big thank you to @batllethinker for her help with coming up with this one shot fic. There's plans for a part 2 of this as well.

“Gotcha, Lessi!” Kyra decided to take the opportunity to rugby tackle Alessia and catch her completely off guard in the gym.

Alessia couldn’t help but jump half a mile, “Ah jesus– Why’re you being so annoying today?”

“I’m always like this,” Kyra answered with a simple shrug of her shoulders.

“Yeah,” Alessia huffed and pushed the Australian away from her, “Okay, why are you being even more annoying than usual?” she asked.

“It’s not even that bad,” Kyra was quick to fire back, losing interest in winding Alessia up in favour of her new target - Steph.

“Boo!” Kyra launched herself on Steph and took the opportunity to latch onto her.

“What do you want, pest?” Steph questioned, resisting the urge to roll her eyes as the younger girl all but clung onto her.

“You can’t move now. Ha, you’re stuck! What are you gonna do about it?” Kyra peered up at Steph and grinned cheekily.

Steph sighed deeply, trying to keep her patience, “Ky, you can’t sit there. I need to use the weights.”

“Too bad. You’re trapped now!” Kyra said playfully, poking her tongue out at her.

“Urgh! You’re being such a pest,” Steph grumbled, while Kyra continued to sit on the floor and keep her arms wrapped around her in the gym to stop her from moving much to the older girl's annoyance.

In the time that Kyra had settled at Arsenal, it was certain that she was the definition of a brat. She had definitely been making herself more comfortable, and with that, she loved to push buttons.

The girl had been in a particularly bratty mood all week, she had a certain bold streak that made her a magnet for chaos.

Going from interrupting conversations, stealing water bottles, or making exaggerated imitations of the girls’ accents, she was on a roll to cause trouble.

“Kyra,” Lia sent the younger girl a firm look, but of course Kyra chose to ignore it and continue her mission to create havoc.

“What? I’m just having fun!” Kyra innocently replied, not making any attempt to move away from winding Steph up, “Stephy doesn’t mind!”

“Stephy does mind,” Steph grumbled in response.

Lia shook her head and gave Kyra another warning look, clearly unimpressed, “You’re already on thin ice. Reign it in.”

Kyra, of course, nodded with mock solemnity and then promptly did the opposite.

“Ky, you need to stop or you’re going to get yourself in trouble,” Leah even attempted to step and sway the Australian girl from continuing to seek out trouble, but that did little to nothing to help.

“Quit it, Ky,” Caitlin chimed in.

“I’m having fun. What’s the harm?” Kyra carelessly shrugged her shoulders in response before gazing around to find her next victim.

Kyra thrived off the reactions that she got, whether it was frustrated groans or exasperated eye-rolls. But Kyra, now emboldened by her newfound family, wasn’t paying attention to the way her antics were pushing boundaries, and the young Australian sought out to make Viv her number one target.

By the time that training had wrapped up, everyone was exhausted. The session had been tough, and tensions were running high.

Viv, who had been a little quieter than usual, slumped in her spot in the locker room, and Kyra took this as the perfect opportunity to wind her up.

“Whatcha got there, Vivi?” Kyra grinned, sliding up to her.

Clutched in Viv’s hand was her stuffie, otherwise known as Flip, her bear that was her anchor on tough days, a quiet reminder of safety and comfort, especially when her little headspace threatened to emerge in a chaotic environment, “Flip.” she answered quietly.

“Kyra, don’t you dare,” Kim could already see the cogs’ whirring around in Kyra’s head, and somehow predicted what was about to happen.

“I’m not going to do anything,” Kyra feigned her innocence as she held her hands up in mock surrender.

“I’m not so convinced,” The Scottish woman muttered in disagreement, trying to keep a close eye on Kyra since she was feeling somewhat bold to push buttons today.

“Vivi, can I hold Flip?” Kyra questioned.

“N… No,” Viv’s voice was quiet but firm.

“Awh, don’t be like that,” Kyra pouted and before anyone could intervene, she reached out to snatch Flip out from Viv’s hands.

“Give him back!” Viv instantly wailed, alarmed at the loss of her stuffie in her hands before 

The room fell silent for a brief as Viv froze, her bottom lip trembled and the silence was shattered when she let out a raw and heart-wrenching sob, and she curled in on herself, tears streaming down her face as she reached helplessly for her bear.

“Kyra!” Lia’s voice was sharp as a whip, “Give it back. Now.”

Kyra, still oblivious to the gravity of the situation, held Flip out of reach, “What? It’s just a dumb stuffie!”

“Would you like it if someone took your koala?” Caitlin chimed in, stepping closer to the younger girl.

“I was only messing around…” Kyra hesitated, guilt flickering across her face.

“What’s going on?” Lisa walked into the locker room, out of the corner of her eye she could see Kyra taunting Viv with Flip in her hand and instantly knew this wouldn’t be good when she could see how upset Viv was.

“Mama,” Viv’s broken voice cut through the tension as Lisa entered the room, “Ky… Kyra’s got Flip, and she won’t give him back!”

Lisa’s face hardened immediately as she took in the scene, “Kyra,” she said, her tone deadly calm, “Hand it over. Now.”

Under Lisa’s piercing gaze, Kyra reluctantly handed Flip back. Lisa crouched beside Viv, and tucked the bear into her trembling hands.

“Shh, liefje,” Lisa murmured softly in Dutch, pulling Viv into her arms and rubbing soothing circles on her back, “You’re okay now. Flip’s here. You’re safe.”

Seeing the sight of Viv looking so broken seemed to wake Kyra up to the gravity of what she had done, but before she could offer any apologies, Lisa stood up and turned to her with a look that made Kyra swallow hard.

“Kyra,” Lisa started, her voice low but filled with authority, and she didn’t hesitate to grab the young Australian by her bicep and drag her, she was going to deal with her once and for all.

Kyra’s playful mood quickly shifted as she was led over to the bench by Lisa. She could feel the weight of the situation sinking in, especially when Lisa’s hand grabbed her bicep tightly, firm and unyielding.

Kyra had been known to push boundaries, but the somber look on Lisa’s face made her stomach twist.

“You don’t take things that don’t belong to you,” Lisa’s voice was stern, and there was no mistaking the authority in it.

Kyra opened her mouth to protest, but Lisa was already moving into position and holding her firmly over her knee. The younger girl tensed up, her usual bravado faltering as she realised just how serious Lisa was.

She’d really crossed a line this time.

“Please, don’t–” Kyra started, her voice small, but Lisa didn’t relent.

“I want the paddle,” Lisa motioned to the team paddle that was hanging up on a hook in the locker room wall.

“Lisa, are you sure?” Lia’s voice was hesitant, the last thing she wanted was her own baby girl to be punished with that, but Kyra had really been pushing buttons, and this was the last straw.

“I’m sure. She needs to learn a lesson that we don’t take things that don’t belong to us,” Lisa didn’t give in, and held her hand out to receive the heavy, wood like surface that made a loud thud as it hit her hand, “I’m going to teach you a lesson once and for all!”

“She’s got a point, Lia,” Kim chimed in while sharing a knowing look with the Swiss woman.

Kyra’s eyes widened in surprise and her pulse quickened, "N... No, not that!"

“You deserve this, you little brat. You pushed limits, therefore now you’re going to learn.” Before Kyra could protest further, the first swat landed, “You’ll think twice about the next time you try and take something that doesn’t belong to you, won’t you?”

The sharp sting across her backside caused her to jump in shock, and her breath hitched, “Ow!” she gasped, her body instinctively shifting, but Lisa held her steady.

The pain was more intense than anything Kyra had anticipated. The sharp smack echoed around the otherwise silent locker room, and a lump formed in her throat. Lisa’s grip tightened as she delivered the second swat, harder than the first.

“Listen to me,” Lisa’s voice was still calm, but the authority was undeniable as she continued to reign down the paddle on Kyra, “You dare take anything that doesn’t belong to you again, and things will be a lot worse.”

Kyra’s bravado cracked as she whimpered, her face reddening with both the sting of the smacks and the humiliation of being put in this position, “Ow! Let me… Let me go!” The girl is near to hysterical sobs, thrashing around and trying to wriggle free, but Lisa’s grip on her keeps her there, “I’m… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean… I didn’t mean it. Let me go!”

“Do something,” Leah tried to get Lia to intervene, not liking the fact that her little sister was in this position, “This is too much. Mommy, help her!”

Lia looked at Lisa with a face full of concern, “Lisa, I think she’s learnt her lesson now. That’s enough.”

However, Lisa didn’t listen to Lia’s words and continued.

“You need to learn,” Lisa repeated as she continued to use the paddle on the young Australian girl that was now completely hysterical, “You might be new to this team, but you will show respect!”

“Kim,” Lia sent Kim a pleading look for her help.

“I think that’s enough now Lisa,” Kim intervened, seeing that Lisa wasn’t going to give in any time at all, “Kyra has learnt her lesson now. That’s enough .”

Lisa barely heard Kim’s words, her relentless need to protect her own baby girl outweighed her current actions, and therefore she didn’t realise how brash she was with the younger Australian girl.

“I said that’s enough, Lisa,” Kim repeated, stepping forward to reach out and take the paddle directly out of Lisa’s hands to stop her from using it any further, and tossed it aside out of the way, “Can’t you see how upset she is?”

“She’s not been punished enough, Kim. The little brat needs to learn her lesson,” Lisa responded with a bite in the tone of her voice.

“No, she’s been punished enough already,” Kim stated, firmly as she attempted to coax Kyra into her own arms, “Come here, sweetheart. You’re okay. You’re safe now.” Her soothing words did very little to calm down the sobbing girl.

Kyra was quick to flinch at the close contact, scrambling away from Lisa to a corner where she curled up in a small ball, “N… No, don’t hurt me,” she whimpered, fearful of being hurt again.

“I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart,” Kim tried to reassure the younger girl, gently scooping Kyra up into her arms and carrying her while the younger girl tried to fight her way out of Kim’s grasp, “We’re just going to see your mommy, okay? You’re safe, you’re okay.”

“Come here, baby,” Lia cooed, hating to see her girl so upset and scared once again, just like when she first joined the team, “Come to mommy, angel.”

“Mommy,” Kyra whimpered, tearful as she was still a bit reluctant to be near Lia in case she was punished any further, “N… No more, I don’t want– I’ve learnt my lesson, I’m sorry, Mommy!” she pleaded as she was settled in Lia’s arms.

“Oh I know you are, baby girl,” Lia continued to coo as she held Kyra in her arms and rocked her, “Shh, you’re alright now, it’s over.”

“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take it,” Kyra’s sobs wracked her entire body, feeling completely terrified, “I… I didn’t. Don’t let her hurt me again!”

“I know, you’ve been punished and you’re forgiven now,” Lia smoothed a stray piece of Kyra’s hair out of her face, her voice soft and reassuring as she gently pressed a kiss to Kyra’s temple, “Mommy’s here now, baby. No one’s going to hurt you anymore, I promise, angel.”

Kyra clung to Lia tightly, burying her tear-streaked face into her chest. Her small hiccuping sobs echoed through the quiet locker room, each one tugging at Lia’s heart.

Meanwhile, Kim shot Lisa a disapproving glare, “You went too far, Lisa,” she muttered under her breath, “There was no need for that.”

Lisa’s shoulders sagged as the weight of her actions hit her, she looked over at Kyra, who was trembling in Lia’s arms, “I didn’t mean too, I just…” she started, but Kim cut her off.

“Intent doesn’t erase the damage,” Kim said firmly, “Just look at her, Lisa, she’s terrified. That’s not how we handle things on this team.”

“I know, I just… She upset Viv, and I just didn’t think,” Lisa stuttered her words, realising the damage that had been caused now since Kyra clung to Lia with an iron-clad grip.

“Now’s not the time for this,” Lia spoke up as she continued to rock Kyra in her arms to calm her down from the hysterical sobs she was letting out, “We can talk about this later. Right now, I need to take care of Kyra, and that’s all that matters.”

Leah had taken the chance to retrieve Kyra’s own koala stuffie out of her back and tried to coax it into her hands, “Here Ky, here’s Bill,” she gestured to the small animal stuffie, “I thought you might like him right now?”

“Bill,” Kyra murmured quietly, not hesitating to take the stuffie from the blonde and hold it close in her arms, “Thanks, Le.”

“You’re welcome, Ky,” Leah gave her a soft and reassuring smile.

Kyra peeked up at Lia, her eyes red and swollen, “I didn’t… I didn’t mean to hurt Viv, Mommy.” she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I know you didn’t mean too, baby,” Lia reassured her, still rocking her gently, “You just got a bit carried away now, didn’t you? How about you apologise to Viv when you feel ready?” she suggested softly, stroking her hair.

“N… No,” Kyra sniffled and shook her head frantically, her voice muffled against Lia’s chest. The thought of apologising to Viv, when Lisa was still there, was somewhat terrifying to her still, “I… I don’t want to do it.”

“Shh, baby,” Lia could see how worked up Kyra still felt and smoothed her hair down away from her face, “That’s alright, you don’t have too yet, not if you’re not ready. You can take your time.” she added.

Viv was now back sitting with Lisa, held in her arms with Flip clutched tightly in her arms. Her own tears had slowed, but she still looked visibly shaken. 

Lisa took one glance between Viv and Kyra, guilt written over her face, “I don’t think it is a good idea right now,” she murmured, realising she had let her own emotions take control.

“For once, I agree with you there,” Lia’s voice held a certain sting to it still as she spoke to the Scottish woman, not happy with her at all.

The tension in the locker room was palpable as everyone tried to process what had just unfolded. The usual camaraderie felt fractured, replaced with a mix of guilt, protectiveness, and unease.

Lia continued to rock Kyra gently, her soothing murmurs softening the younger girl’s whimpers, “Shh, sweetheart. You’re okay. Mommy’s here, and it’s all over now.” she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Kyra’s forehead.

Kim, meanwhile, kept her gaze trained on Lisa, “We can’t let things escalate like that again, Lisa,” she said, her voice firm but quieter now, trying not to add to the stress of the moment, “This team is a family, and we don’t solve problems by breaking each other. You crossed the line here, Lisa.”

“I know,” Lisa exhaled heavily, running a hand through her hair and her voice tight with regret, before she peered down at Viv in her arms with Flip tucked into her, “I just got protective of her and I lost control, I guess I went about it the wrong way.” she admitted, rubbing the Dutch’s arm protectively in an effort to soothe her further.

“You think?” Leah muttered under her breath, feeling somewhat protective over Kyra as she resisted the urge to scowl at Lisa.

“Le,” Lia fixed the blonde with a pointed look, as for her to not get involved while she continued to sooth Kyra in her arms.

“I’m just saying what we’re all thinking,” Leah insisted, crossing her arms over her chest.

Lia continued to shake her head in disagreement, “That’s enough of that, alright?”

“Alright,” Leah exhaled a sigh, but still feeling somewhat protective over Kyra, she wanted to make it known that she was mad with Lisa for hurting Kyra in the way she did, “I’m still mad at her though.”

“I know, but I don’t want you to get yourself in trouble,” Lia spoke quiet words with Leah, she knew the blonde would be protective over Kyra but she needed to reign her in so she wouldn’t end up talking herself into trouble.

“Maybe I should step out of the room?” Lisa muttered, her voice low and regretful, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to be here right now.”

“I think that might be a good idea for now,” Kim agreed, casting a glance over to Kyra, who was still trembling in Lia’s embrace, “You can leave Vivi with me. I’ll take care of her.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” Lisa mumbled, though she was hesitant to leave Viv with the older Scottish woman but she knew she could trust her “Baby, Mama’s going to go out of the room for a bit, but you’re going to stay with Kim, okay?”

“Mama, no… Don’t go,” Viv whined, weary about Lisa leaving her.

“You’re alright, you’re going to be fine,” Lisa insisted as she passed Viv over to Kim, who accepted her with a quiet, reassuring smile, “I just need to leave the room, okay? Stay with Kim, liefje.” she told her, gently.

Kim settled Viv on her lap, her arm securely wrapping around the younger woman as she whispered soothing reassurances in her ear, “It’s alright, sweetheart,” she murmured, her tone calm and grounding, “I’ve got you. Your Mama will be back soon.”

Viv sniffled, burying her face against Kim’s shoulder while her grip on the older woman tightened, “Mama,” she trembled slightly, clearly struggling to process the sudden intensity of the situation.

“You’re safe, Vivi,” Kim said softly, gently stroking her back in a slow, rhythmic motion, her touch both firm and comforting, “Mama just needs a moment to breathe, and so do you. Let’s focus on calming down, okay?”

From across the room, Lia continued to hold Kyra close, her hand gently running through her hair in an attempt to soothe her. Kyra’s trembling was beginning to subside, though her face still remained buried in Lia’s chest.

The protective stance Lia had adopted was unyielding, her sharp gaze briefly flicking toward Lisa as she hesitated in the doorway.

Lisa faltered, glancing back at Viv and Kim before she finally stepped out of the room, though the hesitation in her movements spoke volume. Once the door clicked shut, a heavy silence settled over the room, only broken by Viv’s quiet hiccups and Kyra’s uneven breathing.

“How’s she doing?” Kim glanced up at Lia, her expression neutral but her tone firm.

“Getting there,” Lia replied, her voice clipped but gentle, “Kyra, baby, breathe with me, okay? In… and out. Mommy’s got you.”

Kyra nodded faintly and began mirroring Lia’s slow, exaggerated breaths, though her grip on the Swiss woman remained as tight as ever.

“That’s a good girl,” Lia murmured, smoothing Kyra’s hair out of her face, “Keep breathing like that for Mommy, alright? I’m here, I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here, baby.”

“M… Mommy,” Kyra mumbled, tearful but the trembling had stopped now, although her face still remained red from crying.

“I’m here, Ky,” Lia reassured her as she continued to rub soothing circles on her back, “Do you know what you need to do now?” Lia asked gently, her voice soft enough to avoid overwhelming her.

Kyra nodded slightly, her gaze fixed on the floor, “Yeah…” she murmured, though her voice was quiet and tentative.

“Good girl,” Lia said encouragingly, tucking a stray strand of the younger girl's hair behind her ear, “You go ahead when you’re ready then, okay?”

Kyra sighed and bit her bottom lip, she knew what Lia meant but she still felt a twinge of resistance, “Do I have to?” she whispered.

“It’s important baby,” Lia responded, in a tone of voice that was kind but still held firmness behind it, “I know you didn’t mean to take Flip from Vivi, but you did and now you need to apologise, please.”

After a moment of silence, Kyra nodded in agreement, “Okay…” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lia gave her a gentle and encouraging pat on the back, “Good girl, Ky. I’m right here, if you need me.”

With a deep breath, Kyra slowly stood up and made her way over towards Viv, who was nestled on Kim’s lap with Flip tucked in her arms.

“Vivi…” Kyra mumbled, trying to engage with Viv although the Dutch were apprehensive, proceeding to hide Flip so Kyra wouldn’t be able to take him again, “I… I’m sorry for Flip, I didn’t mean to do it, and I… I didn’t mean to make you sad either.”

Viv clung tightly to Flip, her gaze flickering between Kyra and Kim. She still looked cautious, but there was a hint of vulnerability in her eyes.

“Mommy,” Kyra turned back round to face Lia, shuffling awkwardly on her feet, “I said I was sorry!”

“I know, baby. You did well,” Lia praised Kyra from where she sat.

“Vivi,” Kim gave Viv’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, “What do we say when someone apologises?” she prompted softly, her voice a quiet nudge rather than a push.

“I… I forgive you,” Viv whispered, glancing up at Kim before returning her gaze to Kyra, “But… Flip’s mine, not for you to take.”

Kyra nodded quickly, her hands fidgeting as she fought back the urge to reach out and make things better physically, “I know. I won’t touch him again,” she told her, “I promise.”

Viv looked at her, still continuing to clutch Flip close, but her expression softened just a little, “Okay…” she said quietly, although there was still a trace of wariness in her eyes, “Just don’t do it again.”

Kyra’s shoulders slumped in relief as she glanced over at Lia, who smiled gently at her, “Good job, baby.” The Swiss woman said, her voice warm and encouraging.

“Thanks, Mommy,” Kyra whispered, her shoulders relaxing as a faint but genuine smile appeared on her face, “Cuddles now?”

“You can have a cuddle now,” Lia said softly, as she reached out and gently pulled Kyra back into a tight hug, her arms wrapping around the younger girl in a comforting embrace, “I’m really proud of you for apologising to Vivi.”

Once Kyra was securely wrapped in Lia’s arms, feeling the warmth and comfort of her embrace, Viv suddenly began squirming in Kim’s lap, her eyes fixed on the door.

Kim noticed Viv’s shift immediately as her hand rested gently on her shoulder, “Vivi, where are you going, sweetheart?”

“I want Mama,” Viv mumbled, her gaze remaining fixed on the door as her small frame twitched with impatience, “I want to go and find her.”

Kim’s heart softened at the sight of Viv’s determination, but she also understood the fragility of the situation, “Your Mama isn’t far, Vivi. She’s just outside the room, I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”

The need to go to Lisa was almost palpable for Viv, as if that was the one thing that would make everything feel right again, “Mama,” she mumbled, wiggling out of Kim’s lap with determination, her small hands pushing against the floor as she stood up, her balance unsteady but resolute.

Viv’s legs wobbled slightly as she toddled toward the door, her determined expression set on reaching Lisa. The hallway felt almost too long to her, but she was soon able to catch a glimpse of Lisa, who had her back turned, leaning against the wall just outside the room.

Lisa’s shoulders were hunched, her head was lowered and she didn’t hear Viv’s soft footsteps approaching, too lost in her own emotions. Her hands were pressed against her face and her own sobs were muffled.

“Mama…” Viv whispered, her voice barely more than a breath as she stepped forward, reaching her hand out.

Lisa froze, her whole body tensed as she recognised the voice as she slowly lowered her hands from her face, her eyes swollen from crying as her expression was a mixture of sadness and guilt, “Oh, Vivi,” she whispered, turning towards Viv with a faint, shaky smile appearing on her face despite the tears that still clung to her cheeks, “Did you come out here to find me?”

Viv nodded, her hands reaching up to grasp at Lisa’s outstretched arms, “Don’t cry, Mama. I don’t like to see you sad.” she mumbled, her voice thick with her own emotion.

Lisa’s tears seemed to flow harder at that,  her heart breaking all over again, “I’m sorry, Vivi,” she whispered, pulling the younger girl into her arms and hugging her tightly, the overwhelming emotions of the day pouring out in the safety of this moment, “Mama’s only upset with herself.”

“Why are you crying?” Viv questioned as she clung to her, the sound of her Mama’s voice calming the storm inside of her, though her voice still sounded small and uncertain, “I don’t like it when you cry.”

“I… I’m just sad, liefje,” Lisa explained, her fingers threading through Viv’s hair as she held her close, “I’m upset with myself, because I… I just made a complete mess of things. I got so protective over seeing you upset, and took it out on Kyra back there.”

Viv didn’t understand the full extent of Lisa’s own guilt, but she could feel pain radiating off her and she wanted to make everything better, to try and fix Lisa’s sadness, “It’s okay, Mama,” she whispered, her voice small and full of innocence, “I still love you.”

Lisa squeezed her a little tighter, trying to steady her own breathing as she wiped the remaining tears from her face, “Thank you, Vivi,” she said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “I love you too. So much.”

The two of them continued to stand there for a moment, holding each other in the hallway as their quiet sobs mingled with the sound of distant conversation behind the door. 

Lisa had no idea how she would make things right again, but with Viv in her arms, the weight of the world felt a little easier to bear.

“I’ll make it right, Vivi,” Lisa reassured the Dutch girl as she continued to thread her fingers through her hair, “I promise I’ll make it better.”

[batllethinker]

A little Snippet of how you imagine Baby Fridas first time Was? I'm offering my first Born child

Vanilla baby | E.L + F.M | 18+ mdni

Summary: Emma has a few misconceptions that get proven wrong

Pairing: (linköping era) Emma Lenartsson + Frida Maanum

Rating: E

Warnings: smut, inexperience, age difference, first times, small bits of corruption, fingering, praise, dom!Emma, ageplay (and regression), begging, kind of mean Emma, desperate and deprived Frida, newish relationship

A/N: this is not fully how I imagine it but I really wanted to write desperate Frida so yk

Translations:

Hjärtat mitt-my heart

Snälla mamma-please mama

Älskling-sweetheart

Frida had been young when they first started dating, not alarmingly so but her inexperience had been clear from that first day. Luckily, Emma was in no rush with her babygirl and was more than willing to take everything in Fridas pace.

The younger girl had barely even kissed anyone before she got together with Emma, except for the small games of truth or dare at camps but those don't really count. It might have also had done something with being madly in love with her now girlfriend since her first day in linköping.

It hadn't really been intentional but Frida had been completely loyal to her captain, and could barely stand being touched by anyone else when all she could think about was Emma, especially late at night, even if she could barely touch herself in a way that mattered.

The only problem was that Emma seemingly refused to see her as anything other than her friend, no matter how much she tried to change that and make her feelings as obvious as possible.

Emma was well aware of her feelings, and as hesitant as she was to admit it, she definitely felt the same way. Even she hadn't outright admitted her feelings until another year in, but didn't even stop herself from becoming much touchier throughout that year, always pulling the blonde onto her lap or running a hand through her hair whenever baby took a nap on her.

Frida absolutely loved how touchy Emma was, even if she really wished that her captain would just drop her hand lower, or let her hand linger abit longer on the not-so-innocent places. It was especially tortuous when Emma would mindlessly place a hand on her thigh, or when she'd run her hands through her hair and grip, or when she'd physically guide her movements, though she quite enjoyed the guidance during training sessions aswell.

Emma really was a very physical person and was always touching the younger girl, even long before they started dating, though it only got worse once they did get together. She honestly didn't touch baby in the places that Frida wished for as often as she could, except for sometimes brushing a hand over her boobs or ass.

As much as Frida does love her captain, her girlfriend, she really needed her to completely ruin her because the years spent yearning, and the year being teased really made her a ball of sexual frustration but yet again, no matter how hard she tried Emma seemingly refused to help her.

Frida decided after yet another torturous day that she would take matters into her own hands, she would get Emma to fuck her no matter what.

No matter how much she needed it, she was still very nervous, especially because Emma didn't seem to notice her nerves, or intention.

Emma was very focused on her book, and except for a happy smile when she saw that her baby was wearing her shirt and opening her arms to let baby curl into her side, she paid little attention to Frida.

Frida could only stare at her, and pout when that also failed to get mamas attention. The younger girl shifted abit, and as subtly as she could, shifted onto Emmas lap until she could only focus on her, her hands instinctively going to rest on her hips.

"Hi there, baby?" The older woman was definitely confused but would never complain about having her babygirl on her lap. Frida kept that pout on her lips and shifted abit, only to realize the friction it gave and shifted again.

A gasped "mama", and it took a second before it seemed to click in Emmas mind but then her grip tightened and practically pinned Fridas hips down against her.

"Frida...is there something you want?" The blonde blushed heavily and nodded, abit embarrassed but that tiny bit of relief was enough for her to remember how much she needed it.

She pouted again, and hesitated for a moment "please, need you" Emma cocked her head to the side, her brows furrowing as she seemingly thought about her options.

"How do you need me, hjärtat mitt?" Frida couldn't help but whine, her hips trying to jerk forward again.

"Mama, please touch me!" The older woman raised an eyebrow, and instead of answering she lowered her hands down Fridas thighs, thumbs rubbing the inside of her thighs as she slowly moved towards her goal.

"I am, aren't I?" The blonde whined again, and shook her head. "N-no, please, need to feel you! Please fuck me". Emma laughed, and shifted her girls shirt up enough to reveal her completely bare.

"Oh, you really do want this, huh?" Frida nodded, her hips jerking again as her mamas thumb brushed against her pussy. "Yes! please mama, please make me feel good". Emma only smiled, and finally ran a few fingers through her girls folds, before rubbing her clit in tight circles.

Frida gasped out a whine, hips grinding down against her captains hand now that she wasn't restrained, just desperate to cum for the first time.

"Please, mama, need more!" Emma smiled again, and shifted again before circling her opening and gently pushing into her with a finger. The older woman couldn't hold back her own gasp at just how tight her girl was.

"God baby, will you even be able to take more?" Frida whined again, and nodded desperately as she tried to fuck herself on mamas finger, trying to get it as deep as possible.

"More, snälla mamma", Emma smiled again and leaned forward at the same moment she pushed in another finger, immediately setting a fast pace, fully intent on making her cum hard.

The older woman wrapped an arm around her girls waist and helped her bounce on her fingers, and meet her pace as she buried her face between Fridas boobs, not even bothering to take her shirt off.

Frida moaned loudly as Emma mouthed messily at her chest, eventually finding her nipples through the shirt and gently biting down on each of them as she fucked her even rougher.

"Come on angel, cum for me" Frida could only nod and gasp out a moan, her hands coming up to grasp at mamas hair as she clenched around her fingers, body tensing as waves and waves of pleasure washed over her.

Emma gradually stilled her fingers, as she helped the younger girl ride out her first proper orgasm, until they were barely fluttering inside of her. "That's it älskling" she leaned up to press a kiss on Fridas forehead, and gently pulled out of her. "You did so good for me, my perfect girl"

Frida happily nuzzled into her, and let Emma lay them down again. Baby felt so happy and floaty, and couldn't help but sink into that feeling as she fully nuzzled into mamas neck.

[wosotales]

Behind The Kit: Arsenal's Chosen Family - She Will Be Loved

part 2 of the much-anticipated one-shot. Laia is learning to accept her place in the team, however, there's still some doubt that lies beneath.

Laia didn’t know when it started to shift. Maybe it was the endless patience of her teammates, the small acts of kindness that never seemed to waver, or the way they treated her as though she belonged without question.

It was strange, unfamiliar, but a part of her – one she didn’t quite understand — wanted to believe it.

It began with some of the younger girls encouraging her.

“Codi, come sit here next to me,” Laura’s voice was bright as ever, accompanied by an encouraging pat on the bench beside her. Laia hesitated, her gaze darting between the empty seat and the crowded table.

“It’s not a trap,” Vic teased with a knowing grin, noticing Laia’s hesitation, “We don’t bite. Well, Laura might do if you take her food at least.”

“Hey!” Laura shot back, feigning offence as the quietest out of the three, Katherine chuckled quietly, “Ignore her. She’s just mad because I scored more than her in training.”

The playful banter drew a reluctant smile from Laia as she sat down, cautiously placing her plate on the table. She expected to feel out of place, but the chatter around her was oddly comforting. Laura’s stories flowed effortlessly, and Vic’s quick wit kept her laughing, even when she tried to hide it. Kathrine stayed close, offering quiet reassurances – a subtle touch on Laia’s arm or an encouraging smile when she faltered.

Later that day, Laia found herself lingering near the team during a post-training recovery session. The girls were sprawled across a mountain of beanbags, a mess of tangled limbs and laughter.

“Come cuddle with us, Codi,” Kathrine invited softly, patting the space beside hr. Her voice was gentle, devoid of any pressure. Laia hesitated for a moment before cautiously settling beside her.

To her surprise, it wasn’t uncomfortable. Kathrine’s quiet presence was grounding, and the rest of the team was too engrossed in their conversation to draw attention to her.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Laia felt… safe.

But the past had a way of clinging, no matter how much she wanted to let it go.

One evening, as the rest of the girls were either in bed or out of the room doing something else, Laia found herself sitting beside Lia on the sofa. The Swiss woman had a way of making her feel calm without saying much at all. They sat in companionable silence until Lia glanced over.

“You’ve been smiling a lot more lately,” Lia remarked, glancing at her with a soft smile.

“I… I guess I feel more comfortable now,” Laia admitted, her voice tentative.

“That’s good,” Lia replied warmly, “I know it can be difficult adjusting, and I know some of the girls have tried to push you, but there’s no rush. We’re here when you’re ready. Whenever that will be.”

Lia didn’t push further. She didn’t know exactly what had happened back at Barcelona, and Mario had only shared pieces with her – enough to know Laia had left a fractured relationship behind. She could see it in the way Laia flinched at certain questions, in the tightness of her smile when her old teammates were mentioned.

It was a delicate puzzle that Lia couldn’t fully piece together, but she knew the hurt ran deep.

Those words stayed with Laia, replaying in her mind as she lay awake that night. She wanted to believe Lia, trust that her new teammates truly cared for her. And sometimes, in those fleeting moments of laughter or quiet companionship, she did.

But the weight of her past still dragged her down. Aitana’s voice echoed in her mind, sharp and cutting, everytime she began to let her guard down, she couldn’t help but be reminded of her decision.

“You chose them, Laia. Live with it.”

It wasn’t just Aitana – it was the silence from the rest of the Barcelona girls, the way they’d turned away from her without a second thought.

No matter how much the Arsenal girls tried to show her she was welcome, a part of her couldn’t help but wonder when they’d decide she wasn’t worth it anymore.

One rainy afternoon, as the team crowded into the locker room after a tough training session, Kim sat beside her on the bench. The captain’s presence was steady, like an anchor in a storm.

“How are you doing, Laia?” Kim’s voice was calm and sincere, cutting through the haze of Laia’s thoughts, “You know if you are still struggling then it’s okay. It doesn’t mean you’re weak, or that you don’t belong here.”

Kim, like Lia, didn’t know the full story. The team had picked up bits and pieces of Laia’s departure – whispers of tensions and fractured friendships – but Laia had never shared details. Kim had only her observations to go on: the way Laia seemed to shrink on herself, how she hesitated before joining in, as if waiting for someone to tell her didn’t belong.

“I… I just don’t want to let anyone down,” Laia admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re not letting anyone down,” Kim assured her, “We’ve all been through our own battles. You don’t have to carry this alone.”

“What if I mess up?” Laia asked, her voice trembling.

Kim smiled gently, resting her hand on Laia’s knee, but she didn’t miss the way the younger girl flinched at the touch, “It’s okay to make mistakes, sweetheart. It’s a part of being human, but we’re not going to turn our backs on you for that. You deserve to be here.”

“I do?” Laia asked, unsure of the words, as if she didn’t believe her captain was telling the truth.

“Of course you do,” Kim said firmly, “You’re part of the team. You’ve earned your place here. Don’t be afraid.”

Laia’s chest tightened as she tried to process her captain’s words, “I… I don’t want to feel alone anymore,”

“You’re never alone here, Laia,” Kim said gently, “There’s always going to be someone here to talk to, okay? I know it’s hard to adjust to settling into a new team, a new country but we’re here, and we’re not going anywhere.”

“Codi!” Laura’s voice rang out from the doorway, “Coming to the canteen? I’ll save you a spot in the queue!”

Laia hesitated before nodding, “Uh… yeah.”

As she stood to follow, Kim caught her arm, “Just remember, Laia, we’re here, alright? You’re a part of this family now.”

Laia nodded, the tiniest flicker of hope sparking in her chest as she walked toward the door. For the first time, she wondered if maybe – just maybe – she could let herself believe it.

[wosotales]

Behind The Kit - When It's Too Much Pt. 2

the second part of this fic. check out the first part here: when it's too much Jenni's guilt is eating her up inside, and Irene takes it upon herself to punish her.

Jenni’s guilt had been suffocating. Days had passed since the incident, but the memory lingered, vivid and raw. Every time she looked at Alexia, and saw the faint bruises that hadn’t yet faded from her pale skin, she felt the crushing weight of her failure.

Alexia, sweet and forgiving as she was, had reassured Jenni countless times. She clung to her Mama at night, whispering soft “I love you’s” into the crook of her neck, and sought her touch in ways that made Jenni’s heart ache even more.

But Jenni couldn’t shake the fear that she might lose control again, that she might break Alexia further if ever let her frustrations bleed into their dynamic again.

So, she pulled back.

At first, it was subtle. Declining to reprimand Alexia when she was becoming a bit too bratty or didn’t follow their agreed-upon rules. Then it became ore pronounced. Jenni would find excuses to leave the apartment when Alexia tested her patience, calling Irene to check in on her instead.

It didn’t take long for Alexia to notice Jenni pushing her away and keeping her distant. She wasn’t one to push boundaries often, but the absence of discipline felt… unsettling.

The structure Jenni usually provided was comforting, and grounding, and its loss left Alexia adrift.

Irene noticed, too.

It wasn’t hard to see through Jenni’s avoidance – the way she stiffened when Alexia pouted, or teased, the way she flinched when Alexia turned her big, expectant eyes on her.

One evening, Irene found Jenni in the training facility’s gym, furiously working through a set of pull-ups, her muscles taut with tension.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” Irene asked, casually leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

Jenni dropped down, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from her brow, “Nothing. I’m just clearing my head.”

“Right,” Irene’s tone dripped with disbelief, “Because avoiding Alexia and throwing yourself into workouts is your idea of healthy coping.”

Jenni scowled but didn’t argue. She knew better than to not to do that.

“She told me,” Irene continued, her voice softening, “About what happened after the game. How you took your frustration out on her, Jenni.”

Jenni froze, guilt flashing across her face, “I swear I… I didn’t mean to,” she choked out, her voice shaking.

“She forgives you, Jenni,” Irene said gently, “But it’s obvious you don’t forgive yourself, and you’re hesitant to punish her because of this, aren’t you?”

“No,” The hesitation in Jenni’s response gave her away.

Irene arched an eyebrow, “Jenni.”

“I’m… I’m not,” Jenni mumbled, fumbling with her hands.

“You could have fooled me. Even I have noticed it, Jenni,” Irene’s voice was firm, cutting through the excuse Jenni was trying to find, “Don’t lie to me,”

Jenni adverted her gaze, her hands trembling, “Fine I am. I’m scared to even touch her in case I hurt her again, Irene,” she admitted, “I… I can’t trust myself.”

Irene exhaled a sigh, “Jenni…”

“What if I lose control again?” Jenni asked wearily, “I don’t want to hurt her. She doesn’t deserve that either.”

“Ale is tougher than you realise,” Irene stepped closer, her tone firm but compassionate, “You can’t keep punishing yourself by pushing her away.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Jenni mumbled, shaking her head,  “I’m just– I’m… I’m scared to even touch her, Irene. She was so… She was broken. I broke her.”

“You need to let go of that guilt, Jenni,” Irene told her honestly, “You’re fraying at the edges, sweetheart. She needs you, and you can’t give her that if you’re drowning in guilt.”

Jenni’s shoulders slumped, “I don’t know how to fix this.”

“I do,” Irene said, her expression steady, “You trust me?”

Jenni hesitated, then nodded, “Of course.”

“Good,” Irene replied in a natural tone of voice, “I’ll come by tonight.”

Later that evening, after Alexia had gone to bed, Irene arrived at Jenni’s apartment. Jenni opened the door, confusion written across her face.

“Irene,” Jenni answered the door, looking puzzled, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to help,” Irene replied.

Jenni’s brow furrowed, “What does that mean?”

“Exactly what you think it means,” Irene said, her tone firm, “You need to let go of this guilt, Jenni. And I’m going to help you do it.”

“Irene…” Jenni was hesitant to agree.

“Over my lap,” Irene ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Jenni shifted from one foot to the other, “Irene…”

“Over my lap. Now,” Irene repeated, her tone brooking no dissent.

Reluctantly, Jenni complied after seeing the look in Irene’s eyes that left no room for further augment. She draped herself over Irene’s lap, her face burning with humiliation.

Irene didn’t waste time. The first smack landed sharply, the sting immediate.

“Ow!” Jenni yelped, her body jerking in response.

“Stay still,” Irene said firmly, delivering another smack, “You need to let go of the guilt, Jenni.”

The strikes came in steady succession, each one delivering a sharp sting that forced Jenni to confront her guilt head-on.

By the time Irene stopped, Jenni was trembling, her breath hitching with barely contained sobs.

“I messed up,” Jenni choked out, her voice cracking.

“You did,” Irene said, her tone softer now, “But you can’t keep avoiding Ale, you have to realise what happened and move forward. For Ale, and you, okay?”

Jenni nodded, tears streaming down her face.

Irene pulled her into a hug, letting Jenni cry into her shoulder, “Let go of the guilt now, Jenni. Let it go, and be there for her. She needs you,” she told her, “Don’t be afraid to go near her. You can stop punishing yourself now.”

Later that same night, Jenni found Alexia awake, her eyes sleepy but alert.

“Mama?” Alexia’s voice was hoarse, hesitant.

Jenni crossed the room, sitting beside her on the bed. She reached out, her fingers trembling as they brushed Alexia’s cheek, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being so distant with you baby,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, “I’ve been terrified of hurting you and I just pushed you away. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll do better. For you. For the both of us.”

Alexa’s eyes welled with tears, as she leaned into Jenni’s touch, “I missed you,” she said softly.

“I missed you too, Ale,” Jenni replied, pulling her into her gentle embrace.

For the first time in days, the weight in Jenni’s chest felt lighter. She still had a long way to go, but for now, she was exactly where she needed to be – by Alexia’s side.

[wosotales]

Behind The Kit: Arsenal's Chosen Family - A Love So Tender

After Arsenal's Champions League victory, Alessia and Kyra slip into their little headspaces. this is gifted to @batllethinker thank you for helping me put this one together!

The atmosphere at Meadow Park was electric. Arsenal had just secured a monumental victory against Bayern Munich, solidifying their place in the Champions League quarter-finals and topping the group table.

Alessia Russo was at the heart of the celebrations, her decisive goal sealing the 3-2 win in the dying moments of the match. Her teammates mobbed her on the pitch, the roar of the fans echoing in her ears as she soaked in the adulation.

As the team headed back into the locker room, the energy was palpable. Leah was leading the charge, rallying the team with chants and laughter. Alessia, still buzzing from the adrenaline, found herself unusually quiet. She trailed behind slightly, her fingers playing with the hem of her jersey as a soft, contented smile danced on her lips.

It had been an incredible night, one she'd never forget, but as the adrenaline began to fade, a different feeling crept in -- one of warmth and safety, like a bubble wrapping her up in the love and joy of her team.

"Less, you okay back there?" Leah called, noticing Alessia's uncharacteristic quietness.

"Mhm," Alessia hummed, her cheeks tinged pink as she nodded, "I'm just... I'm happy."

Leah's eyes softened, she knew Alessia well enough to see the subtle shift in her demeanour, "Alright, how about we get you inside? A lot is going on tonight to keep up with.”

Inside the locker room, the celebrations continued. Music blasted from the speakers, and the team danced and sang, reliving the game's highlights. Alessia joined in at first, her laughter blending with the others, but gradually, she found herself gravitating toward Lia, her safe anchor in the chaos.

Lia was the first to recognise the tail-tale signs. Alessia was curled up on one of the benches, her oversized hoodie pulled over her kit as she had her thumb slipped in her mouth. Her eyes were wide and a little glassy, her usual confident posture replaced with something smaller, softer.

Lia exchanged a knowing glance with Kim, who nodded subtly.

"Hey, Lessi," Lia said gently, crouching down to Alessia's level, "You feeling okay, sweetheart?"

Alessia's lips quirked up in a shy smile, "M' tired, Mommy."

The all too familiar word was another tell-tale sign to signify how far Alessia was close to dropping.

Lia smiled gently, reaching and scooping Alessia into her arms, "I know, angel. It's been quite a long day, hasn't it?"

Kim moved to sit on the other side of Alessia and soothingly rubbed her hand over her back, "That was a brilliant game, Lessi. You were great out there, tonight. We're so proud of you!"

Alessia nodded, her cheeks flushing at the praise, "Thank you," she whispered.

It wasn't uncommon for Alessia to slip into a little headspace, but it was always brought on by moments of overwhelming emotions - whether that be joy, stress, or a mix of both.

Tonight, it was pure, unfiltered happiness that had eased her into this vulnerable state.

"How about…" Lia began, her tone light and soothing, "How about we get you cleaned up and comfy ready to go home, okay?"

"M' tired," Alessia repeated, keeping her thumb tucked in the safety of her mouth.

Lia nodded, trying to ease the blonde's thumb out of her mouth, "Don't stick your thumb in there, baby," she gently told her as Alessia let out another tired yawn, "Ooh, you're so exhausted, aren't you?"

Alessia barely had any energy to even nod, slipping her thumb into her mouth again and Lia sighed, her eyes gazing around the room before spotting the paci that she needed.

"Use your paci instead, baby," Lia encouraged, gesturing for her to take it, “Alright, Lessi. I think it might be time for a quick shower. Come on, let’s go.” she coaxed her towards the showers, knowing her little one would feel more comfortable and settled after getting cleaned up.

“M’ tired,” Alessia mumbled, fighting to keep her eyes open as she allowed Lia to take over getting her out of her kit, “M’ tired, I want to sleep.”

“I know, Lessi,” Lia cooed as Alessia still clung to her arm, “We’ll get you showered, and then into some nice warm jammies, alright? Get you nice and clean after the game.”

By the time Alessia had returned, freshly showered and dried, her little side was fully in control. Lia helped her into soft joggers and an oversized hoodie, the pacifier bobbing in her mouth. She made sure to slip a nappy underneath Alessia’s joggers - it was a precaution Lia always took when Alessia was in her little headspace, she was prone to accidents when she felt this small, and Lia wanted her to feel comfortable and secure.

“There we go, all set,” Lia said softly, pulling up Alessia’s joggers and patting her bottom gently, “You’re being such a good girl for Mommy.”

“M’ good?” Alessia asked quietly, her pacifier bobbing in her mouth as she looked up at Lia with wide eyes.

“The very best,” Lia reassured her, kissing her forehead and wrapping her in a warm hug, “Now I think it’s time we get you home, baby.”

Back in the locker room, Leah had taken charge of gathering Alessia’s belongings. She caught sight of Lia leading Alessia out, her protective instincts kicking in as a big sister to check on Alessia.

“You look so cosy there, Lessi Bear,” Leah cooed gently, opening her arms in invitation.

Alessia’s shy smile grew, and she toddled straight into Leah’s embrace, tucking her head under the older girl’s chin, “Hi, Le!”

“Hi, Lessi Bear. You were our little superstar tonight scoring that goal!” Leah ruffled Alessia’s damp hair, “Ready to head home?”

“M’ not a superstar,” Alessia murmured, her pacifier muffling her words.

“Oh, yeah. You definitely are, Lessi!” Leah replied, pressing a kiss to the top of Alessia’s head, feeling protective and becoming the big sister to the younger blonde, “But tonight, you’re also just our little Lessi bear, and that’s okay too.”

Alessia let out a contended hum, her arms wrapping around Leah’s waist, “Love you, Le,” she whispered, her words muffled against Leah’s chest, “We go home now?”

“Love you too, Lessi Bear,” Leah cooed, her voice soft.

“Yeah, we’re going to go home now,” Lia reassured Alessia, her voice calm and soothing.

Meanwhile, Kyra was bouncing with endless energy in her own little headspace. Clutching her stuffed koala, Bill, she darted around the room. Caitlin and Steph hovered nearby, taking on soft, protective roles.

“Ky? Are you ready to go home now?” Lia asked as Kyra continued to fidget excitedly.

“I’m not ready to go yet!” Kyra exclaimed, her voice high-pitched as she clutched Bill tighter.

“I think she’s going to be a handful tonight,” Steph noted with a soft laugh, stepping in to help, “Come on, Ky. Let’s go home, and I’ll read you that story you’ve been wanting to hear for a while, yeah?”

“Yeah!” Kyra replied enthusiastically, bolting toward the locker room door.

“Thanks, Steph,” Lia said, grateful as she led Alessia out to the car, her little one already starting to drift off in her arms.

As Lia carefully carried Alessia out to the car, she adjusted her grip to ensure the younger girl stayed snug and supported. The younger blonde was practically melting in her embrace, her pacifier bobbing softly as her eyes fluttered shut.

Mario had already gone ahead, offering to bring the bags out so Lia could hold Alessia without any struggle and Leah had already opened the back door which allowed Lia to settle Alessia in her seat, “There we go. All comfy for you, Lessi Bear.” the blonde cooed.

Alessia stirred slightly as Lia worked, the soft clicks of the buckles snapping her back to the moment. Her eyes opened wide, and she looked up at Lia with an expectant pout, “Mommy…” she mumbled, squirming just a little in the seat.

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby,” Lia soothed, her voice calm and steady as she adjusted the straps, gently tucking Alessia’s blanket around her for added comfort, “There we go, nice and snug. You’re such a good girl for Mommy, aren’t you?”

Alessia’s pout morphed into a soft smile as she relaxed into the seat, her pacifier returning to its spot in her mouth. She loved the attention of being buckled in, the secure feeling of being wrapped up in love and care. Leah, ever the protective big sister figure, slid into the seat beside her, keeping a watchful eye.

“I’ll sit with her in the back,” Leah offered, leaning over to adjust the blanket just a bit more, “Make sure she’s comfy.”

“Good girl, Le,” Lia praised, getting herself sorted in the driver's seat to begin the drive back home, before she turned to Mario in the passenger seat, “Ready to go home?”

“I’m ready,” Mario replied in agreement, turning her head to look behind her and smiling at the sight of Alessia almost fast asleep, “She must be exhausted after today.”

Lia hums in agreement, nodding as she started the car ignition, “She did so well today, as did you, sweetheart. I’m so proud of both of you.”

Alessia’s head lolled to the side, and she blinked up at Leah with sleepy eyes, “Love you, Le.” she whispered around her pacifier, her hand reaching out toward Leah’s.

Leah took her hand gently, “Love you too, Lessi Bear.” she replied, her voice soft.

When they arrived back home, Alessia was fully in her little headspace, clinging to Lia as she carried her inside. 

The house, however, was a whirlwind of energy.

“Kyra, come back here!” Caitlin called out, exasperated as the brunette darted out of the living room and into the kitchen.

The young Australian girl was bouncing from room to room, clutching Bill tightly, while Steph and Caitlin tried – unsuccessfully– to wrangle her into some semblance of calm.

“Kyra!” Steph tried her luck, attempting to wrangle the younger girl, “You need to settle down. It’s almost bedtime!”

Kyra giggled, hiding behind the kitchen counter, “M’ not tired, no bedtime!” she declared, her voice high-pitched and stubborn.

“Sounds like trouble,” Mario stated, walking through the front door first.

Leah inwardly groaned, already dreading the challenge ahead. Kyra was impossible to get to sleep on nights like this, and that meant no quiet, uninterrupted time with Lia, “Typical Ky.” she muttered under her breath.

“What’s going on in here?” Lia asked softly, careful not to disturb Alessia, who was peacefully nestled in her arms.

“Someone’s refusing to get ready for bed,” Steph motioned her head toward Kyra, who was still hiding behind the kitchen counter, “She’s insisting you get her ready.”

“I want Mommy to do it!” Kyra insisted, clutching Bull tighter and stomping her foot for added effect.

“See?” Steph huffed, her patience beginning to fray. She threw Leah an exasperated look.

“Kyra, come on,” Leah had the advantage of stepping closer to the brunette and pulling her into her embrace, “Why don’t you come with me? Mommy has to put Lessi to bed, but then she can come and help you afterwards, yeah?”

Kyra thinks about it for a brief moment before she nods in agreement, “Okay, but Mommy has to help me afterwards!”

“I will, Ky. I am just going to make sure Lessi is settled first,” Lia reassured her quietly, trying to keep her current focus on Alessia as she carried her upstairs into her bedroom.

Upstairs in the blonde’s bedroom, Lia worked quickly to pull back the duvet on her bed before gently lying her down in it, and tucking her back in, along with making sure that Alessia had her baby blanket snug in her grasp still.

“There you go, my angel,” Lia cooed, crouching down to press a kiss to the younger blonde’s temple, “Mommy is so proud of you today for scoring that goal. Sweet dreams, Lessi.”

After making sure Alessia was deeply asleep, Lia quietly closed the door and headed back downstairs to the continued commotion.

“Kyra, settle down,” Leah was doing her very best to coax the brunette into calming down, but it seemed like Kyra was very much against anything of the sort, “Ky, come sit with me.”

“But it’s playtime, Le!” Kyra insisted, cheekily.

Leah chuckled, shaking her head, “No it’s not, it’s late and it’ll soon be bedtime. We’re just waiting for Mommy to come downstairs, remember?”

“But we can play until then!” Kyra declared, puffing out her chest, “We still have time!”

“What did you guys give her to eat or drink?” Mario questioned, curiously as she raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” Steph sighed, exhaling in frustration, “There’s just no hope with her tonight.”

“This must be the post-match adrenaline kicking in,” Caitlin added, amusedly as she watched Kyra continue to bounce from one spot in the living room to the other, “Look at her, there’s no stopping her.”

Leah groaned from her spot on the sofa, “Come here, Kyra. We’re supposed to be settling down for the night, aren’t we? You’re way too hyped up right now.” she muttered, her patience wearing thin.

Eventually, Lia appeared in the living room doorway, resting her hands on her hips, “Kyra,” she gave the brunette a firm look, “It’s time to get ready for bed, baby.”

Kyra immediately perked up, darting across the room and into Lia’s arms, “Mommy!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms tightly around Lia’s waist.

“Hello my little whirlwind,” Lia teased, ruffling Kyra’s hair, “Shall we get you settled and ready for bed now, hmm?”

Kyra, however, pulled back slightly, a pout forming on her lips as she crossed her arms, “M’ not tired,” she insisted, her voice laced with defiance, “Do I have to go to bed?”

Lia couches down slightly to meet her eye level, the smile never leaving her face, “You do, little one,” she began to tell her, “It’s been a long day, and certain little ones need their sleep, don’t they?”

“M’ not little,” Kyra huffed, her lip sticking out as she shifted from one foot to another, “Nobody else is going to bed yet. It’s not fair…”

Lia raised an eyebrow, glancing towards the stairs, “Lessi’s already in bed, isn’t she?”

Kyra’s eyes narrowed with frustration, “Yeah, but Mommy, Lessi’s a baby.”

“And you’re not?” Lia asked, a teasing tone in her voice.

“Nooo!” Kyra protested vehemently, “M’ a big girl!”

Lia chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Kyra’s face, “Okay, big girl. Well, I guess you don’t want your milk before bed, huh?”

Leah and Mario exchanged a knowing glance. Kyra was a sucker for a bottle of milk before bed, and it was clear this would do the trick.

Kyra’s face immediately brightened at the mention of milk, her defiance slipping away, “Nooo, I do!” she exclaimed, her excitement outweighing her earlier protest.

“I thought you might,” Lia winked, standing up and extending her hand, “Come on, let’s go upstairs and get you ready for bed.”

“I’ll make her bottle,” Leah offered, eager for some quiet time with Lia, “I’ll bring it upstairs when it’s ready.”

“Thanks, Le,” Lia replied, thanking her with a quick kiss on the forehead.

“Can I have a story?” Kyra asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

“You can, as long as you get ready for bed now without any complaints,” Lia promised her.

Kyra nodded vigorously, “I can do that!”

As they ascended the stairs, Lia glanced down at Kyra, who was now trying to run up ahead, “Ky, slow down. You don’t want to slip.” she warned gently, keeping a steady hand on the girl’s back.

“I can do it!” Kyra said, puffing out her chest as she took another skip forward.

Lia couldn’t help but laugh at the brunette’s stubbornness, “Alright, big girl, let’s get you into your jammies then.”

Caitlin snorted amusedly, “So much for her not wanting to go to bed.”

“Tell me about it,” Leah mumbled, making her way into the kitchen to make the bottle of milk for Kyra like she had offered to do.

Once upstairs, Lia helped Kyra out of her clothes, ready to get her into her pyjamas. However, when it came time for her nappy, Kyra’s face scrunched up in protest.

“I don’t want to wear that,” The young Australian whined, stamping her foot, “I’m a big girl! I don’t need one!”

Lia sighed softly, knowing this battle wasn’t going to be won easily, “You’re still my little one, whether you like it or not,” she said with a wink, trying to keep the mood light, “Let’s just you comfy, okay?”

Kyra folded her arms defiantly, her pout returning, “Nooo! M’ not a baby!”

“Listen, Ky,” Lia’s expression softened, understanding Kyra’s reason for not wanting them but also knowing it could lead to grave consequences, “I know you’re a big girl, but even big girls need help sometimes, don’t they?”

Kyra hesitated for a moment, her lips trembling slightly as she processed the words, “Okay.” she muttered, reluctantly.

“Good girl,” Lia praised gently, helping her into the nappy before getting her cosy in her pyjamas.

“Can I have a story now?” Kyra asked, her earlier protests forgotten as she settled back into the bed, her big eyes now full of expectancy.

“One story,” Lia agreed, brushing a stray hair out of Kyra’s face, “But let’s get you tucked into bed first.”

Kyra eagerly pulled the covers over herself, holding tightly onto Bill wrapped up in her arms, “I’m ready for my story!”

Lia chuckled and sat beside her, tucking the blanket around her, “Alright then, let’s see… Once upon a time, there was a brave little astronaut…” she began, her voice soft and soothing.

Two pages into the storybook, Leah appeared in the doorway, a bottle of milk in hand, “Here’s your bottle of milk.” she said, waving it teasingly in front of Kyra’s face.

“Milk!” Kyra mumbled, her hands reaching out eagerly.

Leah smirked, pulling the bottle out of Kyra’s reach, “Oh, but I thought you were a big girl now? Big girls don’t need milk.”

Kyra’s bottom lip quivered, her tiredness starting to take over, “I wan’ milk,” she said, her voice wavering as her eyes filled with exhaustion.

Lia shot Leah a playful look, shaking her head, “Don’t tease her, Le.”

With a sigh, Leah softened and handed the bottle to Kyra, “Here you go,” she said gently, watching as Kyra’s face brightened with relief.

“Thank you, Le,” Kyra took the bottle with both hands, snuggling deeper into her bed as she started to drink, her eyes fluttering closed with contentment.

Just as the peaceful atmosphere settled, a small whimper crackled through the baby monitor, followed by the sound of Alessia stirring in bed.

“Mommy!” Alessia’s soft, sleepy cry called out.

“I knew it wouldn’t be long before she woke up,” Lia said, glancing at the clock as she placed the book on Kyra’s bedside table and stood up, “I’ll just go and check on her.”

“Mommy!” Alessia called again, her voice rising slightly.

“One second, Lessi,” Lia called soothingly as she started toward the door.

“Mommy, you haven’t finished my story!” Kyra whined, taking the bottle out of her mouth and pouting.

“I will finish it in a minute, Ky. Let me check on Lessi first, okay?” Lia reassured her, smoothing Kyra’s hair before stepping out.

Leah, still leaning against the doorframe, groaned under her breath, “We’re not going to get any alone time tonight at this rate,” she muttered, “I never get to spend time with you anymore.”

Lia paused, glancing back at her with understanding, “Le, I know you’ve been waiting for us to have some quiet time together. We’ll get there, I promise. I just need to settle both girls first.”

“I know,” Leah sighed, her frustration evident, though she softened under Lia’s gaze, “I just… I miss having you to myself. Just the two of us.”

“You’re my priority, Le,” Lia assured her, brushing Leah’s arm gently, “But let me just make sure they’re asleep, and then I’m all yours.”

“Fine,” Leah muttered, though her pout betrayed the impatience, “Just don’t take too long.”

“I won’t,” Lia promised before slipping into Alessia’s bedroom, “Hello, my little angel.” she cooed, crouching to scoop Alessia into her arms.

“I wan’ you, Mommy,” Alessia murmured sleepily, clutching Lia’s shoulder.

“I’m here, Lessi,” Lia reassured her, swaying gently, “Mommy was just reading a story to Ky. Would you like to join us for the rest of it?”

Alessia nodded slowly, her hands clutching Lia’s shirt as she rested her head on her shoulder while her pacifier bobbed in her mouth.

“Alright then, let’s go and find Ky,” Lia said softly, carrying her back to Kyra’s room.

Kyra’s eyes lit up when Lia walked back in with Alessia, “Mommy, you’re back! Can we finish the story now?”

Lia smiled at Kyra’s enthusiasm, “Lessi wants to join you in your bed. Is that okay?”

“Uh huh!” Kyra nodded eagerly, shifting over to make room.

Lia gently placed Alessia on the bed beside Kyra, tucking them both in snugly, “Alright, my little ones, settle down, and we’ll finish the story.”

Lia settled herself on the edge of Kyra’s bed, the storybook in her lap as Alessia nestled against Kyra, both of them looking up expectantly.

“Now, where were we?” Lia mused, flipping back a page to refresh herself.

Kyra pointed at the last line she remembered, “There, Mommy! Remember to do the voices!” she said with a little bounce of excitement. 

Alessia simply yawned, her thumb creeping toward her mouth before Lia gently redirected it back to her pacifier.

“Okay, okay,” Lia chuckled softly, “Let’s see what happens next.” her voice grew warm and animated as she resumed reading, the soft cadence lulling Alessia and Kyra further into relaxation.

Meanwhile, Leah remained by the door, her arms crossed and a small pout still lingering on her lips. She wanted to join them – to be part of the moment – but her longing for Lia’s undivided attention kept her rooted where she stood.

As the story wound on, Alessia’s eyelids drooped, her head tipping further into the crook of Kyra’s shoulder. Kyra, despite her earlier energy, began to blink more slowly, her grip on the blanket loosening.

Lia closed the book quietly, observing the two girls with a smile, “Looks like the story did the trick,” she whispered, placing the book on the bedside table.

Leaning down to kiss Alessia’s forehead, smoothing the hair back from her face. Then she did the same for Kyra, replacing her bottle with a pacifier of her own, just as Kyra mumbled a sleepy, “Night, Mommy…” before succumbing to slumber.

Lia straightened and turned toward Leah, tiptoeing out of the room and gently closing the door behind her. Leah’s eyes immediately found hers, a mixture of relief and impatience in her expression.

“Finally,” Leah murmured, grabbing Lia’s hand and pulling her towards their own bedroom, “I was starting to think I’d have to fall asleep by myself tonight.”

“Patience, Le,” Lia teased, allowing Leah to tug her along, the sound quiet so as not to wake the girls, “I told you I wouldn’t be long.”

Leah let out a dramatic sigh as they entered the room, “I’m not known my patience, you know that.”

“Well,” Lia said, wrapping her arms around Leah’s waist and pulling her close, “You’ve been so good tonight, I think you deserve a reward of your own.”

Leah’s grin returned in full force as she leaned her forehead against Lia’s, “Now, that’s the kind of attention I’ve been waiting for.”

Lia kissed her softly, the moment finally theirs, undisturbed and well-earned.

[wosotales]

Behind The Kit - When It's Too Much

Jenni takes her frustration out on Alexia after the loss of a game, not realising what she's done until it's too late.

The post-match atmosphere was heavy, the echoes of the loss still lingering as Jenni pushed open the door to the apartment. Her jaw was tight, her mind replaying missed passes and squared chances. She didn’t speak as Alexia trailed behind her, her usual calming presence doing little to soothe the storm brewing within Jenni.

Alexia hesitated in the doorway, sensing the tension rolling off Jenni in waves, “Mama,” she started softly, hoping to defuse the situation before it escalated.

Jenni turned sharpy, her dark eyes piercing, “Don’t, Ale,” she snapped, her voice clipped, “Not tonight.”

The sharpness made Alexia flinch, her shoulders hunching slightly. She knew Jenn’s moods well, knew how the woman tended to internalize losses until they consumed her.

Still, Alexia couldn’t help but try again.

“It wasn’t just on you,” Alexia said tentatively, her voice soft, “We all–”

“Enough,” Jenni interrupted, her tone like a whip, “We’re not having this conversation. Not tonight.”

Alexia bit her lip, nodding silently. She stepped aside as Jenni strode into the living room, pacing like a caged animal. The silence stretched, taut and heavy, until Jenni finally stopped, fixing Alexia with a hard stare.

“Get over here,” Jenni commanded, her voice low but firm.

Alexia’s stomach flipped. She recognised the tone, the edge of frustration that always bled into their dynamic when Jenni was like this.

Normally, she’d welcome the discipline – it was grounded, a way for her to refocus.

But tonight, something felt off.

“Mama…” Alexia hesitated, her tone uncertain.

“Now,” Jenni barked, her patience clearly worn thin.

Alexia swallowed hard and stepped forward, her heart pounding. 

Jenni wasted no time, her hand finding Alexia’s wrist and pulling her close. The grip was firm, almost too firm, and Alexia winced, “Do you know what happens when someone doesn’t perform?” The woman asked, her voice like ice, “Do you?”

Alexia shook her head in disagreement.

“I asked you a question, Alexia, and I want a proper answer,” Jenni retorted, her voice icy, “Use your words.”

“No, I… I don’t,” Alexia answered, her voice barely audible.

“Oh, you don’t?” Jenni asked in a mock tone of voice, “They get reminded. And tonight, you’re going to take every bit of my frustration until I feel like you’ve learned what I expect from you.”

Alexia’s breath hitched. She wanted to protest, to tell Jenni that this wasn’t fair – that the frustration wasn’t hers to bear. But the words caught in her throat, fear mingling with her usual submission. She nodded instead, hoping to appease Jenni before things got out of hand.

Jenni guided her to the edge of the sofa, her movements quick and deliberate, “Trousers and underwear down,” she ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Alexia complied, her hands trembling as she slid her trousers down followed by her underwear before she positioned herself over the arm of the sofa, her body tense. 

The first strike landed hard and sharp, Jenni’s palm connecting with a sharp crack that made Alexia gasp, “Fuck…”

The sting radiated instantly, and Jenni didn’t pause before delivering the next blow. Alexia squirmed in the position that she was held in.

“Stay still and don’t move, Alexia,” Jenni demanded.

The strikes came in rapid succession, each one harder than the last. Alexia gritted her teeth, her fingers clutching at the sofa as she tried to keep her composure.

But Jenni wasn’t relenting, and her strikes were fueled by frustration, the usual measured control replaced by raw emotion.

Tears welled in Alexia’s eyes as the punishment continued, the pain becoming unbearable. She whimpered softly, hoping Jenni would hear her distress, but the older woman seemed lost in her own storm.

By the time Jenni switched to the paddle, Alexi’s resolve was crumbling. The sharp, unyielding wood bit into her skin, each strike pushing her closer to her limit. Angry red marks blossomed on her backside, the skin quickly mottling with deep bruises that radiated heat and pain.

In some places, the paddle had broken the skin, leaving faint lines where the blood welled to the surface, adding a sharp sting to the throbbing ache.

And then she broke.

“Stop…” Alexia whispered, her voice barely audible, “Mama, s… stop please.”

Jenni either didn’t hear or chose to ignore it. Another strike landed, and Alexia’s mind shut down. She went limp, her body giving in as her mind retreated to a quiet, numb place where the pain couldn’t reach her.

When Jenni finally stopped, her chest was heaving, and her hand trembled around the paddle. She stared at Alexia’s motionless form, the angry welts and bruises on her skin stark against the trembling frame.

The cold wave of guilt crashed over her.

“Ale?” Jenni said, her voice suddenly soft and uncertain, the anger ebbing away as concern took its place.

Alexia didn’t respond. She stayed still, her face buried in the sofa cushion, her breathing shallow.

The moment Jenni’s hand brushed her, Alexia flinched violently, a muffled sob escaping her lips. She tried to pull away, her movements feeble but desperate, “Don’t…” she murmured, her voice broken and small.

Jenni froze, her heart sinking as she dropped the paddle onto the floor, the sound making Alexia flinch again, “Ale, no, no. It’s… It’s me,” she said, her voice cracking, “I’m sorry. Please, don’t… Please don’t push me away, baby.”

Alexia’s head turned slightly, her tear-streaked face a portrait of hurt and betrayal. Jenni felt her chest tighten as she saw the raw fear and pain in her eyes. She reached out again, more carefully this time, but Alexia tried to push herself further away, her weak struggles only deepening Jenni’s guilt.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” Jenni pleaded, feeling the guilt weigh her down, “I… I shouldn’t have done what I did. I didn’t mean it. Please, I… I didn’t mean to–”

“You… you were too much,” Alexia managed, her voice shaky and distant.

The words hit Jenni like a punch to the gut. She sank down onto the floor beside Alexia, her hands trembling as she carefully rested them on her knees, giving Alexia the space she needed, “I know it was too much. I… I lost control, Ale, and I took it out on you. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right to do that.”

When Alexia didn’t pull away this time, Jenni cautiously wrapped her arms around her and cradled her close. Alexia was stiff at first, her body rigid with fear and lingering pain. But as Jenni’s whispered apologies poured out, her walls cracked.

Alexia buried her face in Jenni’s chest, a sob tearing from her throat. The sound was raw, broken and filled with a pain that shattered Jenni’s heart.

“I tried to be good,” Alexia whimpered, her voice muffled against Jenni’s shirt, “I… I tried so hard to be good for you, Mama.”

“You were good,” Jenni said, her own tears falling freely now, “You didn’t deserve that, Ale. You didn’t deserve any of it. I’m so sorry, baby. I’ll never let this happen again.”

But Alexia’s cries only grew louder, her body shaking as every ounce of bottled-up hurt spilled over. Jenni held her tighter, her hand gently stroking Alexia’s hair as she murmured soft reassurances.

“I’ll fix this,” Jenni promised, though the weight of her guilt made the words feel hollow, “I’ll take care of you, Ale. I’ll… I’ll make it right.”

Alexia continued to cry as she clung onto Alexia, her quiet sobs the only sound in the room. For the first time, Jenni realised the true extent of the damage she’d done – not just to Alexia’s body, but to the trust between them.

And the guilt was unbearable.

[wosotales]

Behind The Kit: Arsenal's Chosen Family - She Will Be Loved

Laia Codina accepts her long-awaited national team call up, but it comes at a devestating cost with the loss of a friendship. Struggling with heartbreak and guilt, her transfer to Arsenal finds her a shadow of her former self, consumed by the belief that she is unworthy of love and acceptance.

When Laia first got her call up to the national team, she didn’t feel joy - just a quiet, suffocating apprehension.

Was her call up deserved? Maybe, but it wasn’t because she had earned her place outright - it was a last resort.

Would her acceptance cost her friendships? Definitely, without a doubt.

A national call up is a dream come true though, this is one thing that as a pro athlete you work hard to achieve in a career but when it comes as a result of players refusing to play then there’s bound to be backlash from it.

It felt tainted, more of a burden than a blessing. The national team was fractured, divided by a storm of conflict, and Laia knew that her call up would paint her as a traitor to her friends who had chosen to stand against it.

Of course she knew not everybody would be in agreement of her acceptance, Laia thought she could weather the fallout. She knew it might sting, but in time, it would heal

What she never expected was her acceptance ended up with a loss of a friendship with Aitana as well.

During the time of the call up, Laia was out on a loan so the last thing she expected was to be shunned by her friend, her best friend especially.

The daily phone calls where they once chatted about anything and everything dwindled down to less and less before there were no phone calls exchanged at all.

That really hurt Laia more than she cared to admit.

Maybe it was just a rough patch? At least that’s what she told herself.

Then came the fight that blew up between her and Aitana, the fight that cost her, her entire friendship and with that, a change of clubs.

It happened a few weeks after the initial call up, when Laia returned to Barcelona from the loan spell from AC Milan. She expected somewhat of a cold shoulder, but it hurt a whole lot more.

Running into one another at the training grounds, Aintana looked at her like she was a strange - the girl’s gaze was ice cold, cutting through her like a knife. That was when Laia’s resolve broke, and she couldn’t stand the silent treatment anymore.

“What’s your problem, Tana?” Laia plucked up the courage to ask her best friend, her voice wavered as she forced her words out while her chest was tight with dread.

Aitana scoffed in response before she proceeded to talk, “My problem? You really want to go there?”

The tone of Aitana’s voice made Laia cower in fear but she wanted answers on why she was practically being ignored, “I do,” her voice trembled as she spoke, “Ever since I’ve been back, you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder and you’ve… you’ve barely uttered a single word to me at all! You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, ignoring my calls and messages, just like I don’t even exist. What did I do so badly?”

“You accepted the call up,” Aitana’s tone of voice was venomous.

Laia blinked in surprise, “I… I didn’t think about it–”

“No, you didn’t think, did you?” Aitana interrupted harshly, “You didn’t think about us. About me. You chose them, Laia. You took their side. You knew why we stood down, why we refused to play, and you still took their side!”

Laia could feel her chest constrict as Aitana continued her harsh words, not allowing her the chance to speak, “Tana–”

“No, you don’t get to call me that. Not anymore, only my friends are allowed to call me that!” Aitana’s tone of voice was still ice cold as she cut Laia off, “You don’t get it, do you? If you actually cared about any of us– If you cared about me then you could have said no. But you didn’t. You made your choice, so live with it.”

Laia’s mouth opened, but no words came out. She stood there, stunned, as Aitana turned and walked away without even a backwards glance at Laia, who was left there feeling small and in fear.

That was the last time they spoke before Laia made the move to Arsenal.

The weight of their fight consumed her, hollowing her out from the inside. She tried to focus on football, the world cup tournament, on training, on anything else, but the ache of that loss never left her.

The silence from the rest of the Barcelona girls only made it worse. Nobody stepped in to defend her or offer her comfort.

Nobody was there to tell her it would be okay.

To her, it felt like they’d all quietly agreed that she wasn’t worth the effort anymore.

The loss of her friendship with Aitana was like a wound that refused to heal, and the silence from the rest of her former teammates only deepened the ache.

By the time that Laia made the move to Arsenal, she was a shell of herself. Her confidence was shattered, her spirit dimmed. She walked into her new club with the shadow of rejection still hanging over her, her shoulders tense and her gaze wary.

It didn’t take all that long for her teammates to notice.

At first, they thought it was just the usual nerves of someone adjusting to a new country, a new team, but it became clear that Laia’s hesitance ran much deeper than that. She rarely spoke unless spoken to, and she hovered on the fringes of group conversations like she wasn’t sure if she belonged.

But the most heartbreaking part was how terrified she seemed - like a pup who had been scolded too harshly and was afraid to come near anyone.

If someone so much as placed a hand on her shoulder or moved too close, Laia would tense up like she was bracing for something. 

“Nice, Codi!” Katie complimented, trying to pull her into a hug after a goal she had scored in training.

Meanwhile, Laia stiffened at the sudden touch before she muttered an apology.

It was incredibly heartbreaking for some of the girls to witness, especially those who had grown closer to Laia in the time she’d been part of the team.

Lia and Kim couldn’t help but exchange worried and concerned glances whenever they saw Laia standing on the outskirts, quiet and unsure whether to get involved.

“She’s terrified,” Lia murmured one day after another failed attempt to coax Laia into joining the group conversation, her tone was soft but laced with heartbreak, “I think she’s convinced she’s not worth the effort.”

“We’re not giving up on her,” Kim replied back, hopeful to get her out of her shell.

Then there were her newfound sisters, Laura, Vic and Kathrine, who had taken it upon themselves to make Laia feel at home with their personalities all blending together - Laura, with her bubbly personality, often tried to coax Laia into conversations during meals or training while Vic, sharp and witty, kept slipping little Dutch phrases into conversation just to make Laia crack a smile, and Kathrine, the youngest of the group, hovered close to Laia like a protective shadow, quick to defend her whenever anyone joked a little too harshly.

But no matter how much everyone tried, Laia seemed locked in her belief that she didn’t deserve any of it.

“She looks so scared,” Alessia was the first to broach the conversation with a weary look shared between a few of the other girls, watching Laia sit alone in the dining hall, eating in silence while the rest of the team chatted and laughed around her.

“Why won’t she talk to us?” Kyra furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

Leah shrugged her shoulders slightly in response, “I think we just need to give her space, I guess.”

“Easier said than done,” Katie murmured.

“She’s scared to let anyone, isn’t she?” Lotte questioned, exchanging a glance with the two doms.

“I think so,” Lia responded quietly in agreement, “She’s been through something, but we just don’t know what yet.”

“It doesn’t matter what has happened,” Kim chimed in, sitting nearby, “We just need to show her that she’s safe here now. That she has a family here now.”

Lia nodded in agreement with Kim, “Agreed.”

It definitely was easier said than done, though. Every time someone got too close - emotionally or physically, Laia would pull away and leave her teammates feeling helpless.

But if there was one thing that this Arsenal team prided itself on, it was its family, and Laia Codina was family now, whether she believed it or not.

And family never gave up on their own.

[batllethinker]

Feed my ego | L.W + E.F + L+W | 18+ mdni

Pairing: pervy!emily fox + exhibitionist!leah williamson (+dom!lia wälti)

Summary: Emily sees something she wasn't meant to

Warnings: perving, voyeurism, exhibitionism, semi public masturbation, masturbation, poly situations, getting caught, pantie sniffing (+ masturbation), mentions of golden showers | 18+ mdni

Look, it really wasn't her fault! Emily had made it a habit of being the last one out of the lockers and she usually was, just not this time. She had not even noticed Leah until it was too late, when she could hear the soft, restrained moans.

A normal person would have just quietly snuck out of the room but Emily really couldn't help her curiousity and she was turning away from the door before she could help herself.

She was immediately met by the sight of Leah Williamson lent back against a wall, eyes closed and a pair of Lias panties in hand, the same pair that she'd seen her captain wear earlier that day, her other hand shoved into her shorts and Emily couldn't hold back her shocked gasp.

Luckily for her Leah didn't seem to notice her, not as she brought the panties up to her face and inhaled or as she pushed two fingers inside herself, sinking down on them and gasping out a moan.

She couldn't say that she was surprised, she had heard about how Leah could be, what she got up to but she just didn't expect to witness it first hand, not now atleast.

The brunette was frozen in place, unsure of what to do but unable to ignore the heat pooling in her core. Emily couldn't do much else but lean back against her own wall, barely hidden by the corner but hidden from Leahs line of sight (she thinks).

The younger players breath was barely under control, faltering as she pushed her own hand beneath the waistband of her shorts. She had to bite down on her lip in a pathetic attempt at suppressing the groan threatening to leave her once she feels how wet she is.

Squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, when she opens them again it's to peek around the corner and let herself get a good view of Leah to get herself off to.

Using one hand to cover her mouth, she used the other to set a punishing pace. She really did not want to get caught and definitely did not want to waste any time at that.

She nor Leah were technically allowed to touch themselves without a doms supervision but Emily knew by now that the blonde couldn't care less, she really had no shame when it came down to her own pleasure.

Emily couldn't say the same for herself, she sometimes still felt guilty touching herself even with permission and everytime she saw Leah doing one perverted thing after the other she realized something new about herself.

It was a shame, really. She was 25 years old and it had taken her this long to finally learn what depraved things she was into, what she liked. Even now she barely experimented during her alone time, everything she discovered about herself was from watching Leah or Lotte or even Viv. She did not really understand it at first, why she got so wet watching Leah sniff her mommys panties or being used as the team urinal but now she understood, she was just as disgusting.

Focusing back on Leah, the blonde had pushed their doms panties down her shorts and while Emily couldn't exactly see what she was doing, she had enough of an idea and it made her soak her fingers.

Leahs head was thrown back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut and gasping moans slipping out from her mouth every so often. Emily herself had two fingers pushed into herself, fucking herself with only one goal in mind; to cum before Lia or one of the other doms came in, undoubtedly looking for them.

The blonde had brought one of her hands up to squeeze at her chest, tugging at her nipples with a desperation that seemed to match what Emily couldn't see.

What she could see was the way Leah tensed up, her breath stuttering before a loud moan was ripped from her. The defenders body seemed to go lax, legs shaking and Emily would be afraid that she'd fall to the floor if her own orgasm wasn't rushing over her.

The brunette had to squeeze her eyes shut the moment her orgasm washed over her, body trembling against the wall and all she could get out was a strangled gasp before she could hear the door opening behind her, followed by silence.

Emily didn't move from her spot, too scared to look behind her and possibly seeing her doms disappointed face, just freezing against the wall and she couldn't even stop the post orgasm tremors from running through her body.

She could do nothing but gasp as a rough hand grabbed her arm and dragged her into the room, right in front of Leah, who was still leant back against the wall but now with a lazy smile.

The younger girl was gently pushed to her knees as Lia rounded to stand in front of her, a dark glint in her eyes as she looked back at Leah, motioning for her to get on her knees.

Leah only rolled her eyes before tossing Lias soiled panties into her hands and dropping to her knees next to the nervous brunette.

Their dom could only give a sigh, running her eyes over them both. Her girls were equal messes even if Leah had made quite the mess.

"I'm not happy with you two and I know you both know better than this" Lia gave them both a pointed look, already thinking about a fitting punishment for them.

Leah was annoyingly smug on her knees because she knew that her punishment would never actually be successful. Emily was a different story, a pout already working itself onto her lips, almost feeling more guilty about having been caught watching Leah than breaking a rule.

"Now, what am I going to do with you two?" Lia had fixed her eyes on Leah, just slightly annoyed by that smug smirk.

"Mommy! I can make it up to you, promise" Leah gave her a self assured smile, just so sure that she can make it up to her.

Lia raised an eyebrow, clearly thinking out her proposition before giving a nod, still annoyed by having to punish her girls.

"Emily, you won't get a punishment if you can make me feel good, alright?" Emily nodded eagerly, just so relieved to be dodging a punishment and she always loved to please Lia.

A/N: ending this here because this has been in my drafts too long

[wosotales]

Behind The Kit: Arsenal's Chosen Family - Little Brat

Kyra is struggling to fit into her new team and that often resorts in bratty behaviour, feeling isolated and misunderstood which is really a cry for help until Lia steps in to comfort her. warning: c/punishment

Joining a new team is never easy, and trying to figure out the dynamic within it can feel like a challenge on its own.

For Kyra, it was hard to settle into a team that was already pretty close-knit in a new country, she didn’t know who to turn to – Of course she had her older Australian teammates, but despite their presence, she still felt so alone.

Being labelled as a ‘pest’ was the only way to get attention, a desperate cry for help. Beneath the defiance, Kyra was struggling to find her place, feeling misunderstood and increasingly isolated.

However, everyone just seemed to write her antics as bratty and a typical Kyra thing to do as it was easier to do that way, after all. Easier to label her as a troublemaker than recognize her fear and uncertainty driving her actions.

“Kyra! Give it back!” Katie whined, reaching out for her beloved plush penguin, Peanut, as Kyra held it just out of reach.

A smirk crossed Kyra’s face as she dangled the plush tauntingly, “You want it? Too bad, you can’t have it!” Her voice was filled with playful defiance.

“Give it back,” Katie’s bottom lip trembled as the tears were moments away, her emotions bubbling up fast.

“Nope, it’s mine now,” Kyra insisted teasingly, ignoring the distress she was causing.

“Kyra, give it back,” Caitlin stepped in, trying to mediate the situation with the two of them before she knew Kyra would get herself in trouble with one of the doms.

“Stop being a pest, Kyra,” Steph sighed from across the room, although given the younger girls’ tendencies to be a brat sometimes she wasn’t surprised this was happening, “You wouldn’t like it if something was taken from you, would you?”

Kyra still didn’t relent, “She’s a baby, she doesn’t need it,” She sneered, mocking the brunette and refusing to give it up.

The commotion in the room was quick to catch Kim’s attention as she stepped inside, immediately alarmed by Katie on the verge of tears, “What’s going on here?” Her voice was sharp as she took in the scene.

“Mama!” Katie whined, rushing toward Kim, “Kyra took Peanut and she won’t give it back!” The brunette was moments away from dropping and was really in need of her beloved plushie right now, however it was a bit difficult when Kyra had it in her clutches. 

Kim’s eyes landed on Kyra, who still held the plushie defiantly, “Kyra,” She said in a calm but firm voice, “You know it’s wrong to take things that don’t belong to you. The kind thing to do now would be giving it back please.”

Kyra’s smirk remained, unbothered by the reprimand, “Why? It’s just a dumb stupid plushie,” She mocked, “She’s a baby for needing one!”

“Kyra,” Kim repeated, her patience thinning as her voice sharpened.

Kyra’s eyes flashed with defiance, “What? She is!” She laughed, completely unphased.

Kim arched an eyebrow, “This is your last chance to give it her back now Kyra,” She told her, definitely not in the mood to play when it came to upsetting one of her own.

The young Australian girl had really been pushing boundaries since she joined the team, messing with the rest of the girls and causing upset amongst the team dynamic. 

Caitlin and Steph had of course given everyone a heads up about Kyra’s usual pest behaviour, so they were somewhat expecting the commotion.

However, they hadn’t expected this level of upset. It was tough for everyone. 

At first they tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, but it was now starting to become more relentless. 

“Right, you were warned,” Kim wasn’t having any of it amore as she strides towards Kyra, grabbing her wrist and pulling her firmly toward the bench, “You’re not going to get away with this behaviour anymore.”

“No,” Kyra began to panic, tugging to break free, “No, no, let me go– Let me go!” She yelled, squirming in Kim’s grip.

Unfortunately, Kim’s grip was stronger, dragging her across the room and pulling her over her lap, “You will learn to behave here,” The Scots’ woman said, landing a firm smack, “You’re new here, but that doesn’t give you an excuse to take things that don’t belong to you and I won’t allow it.”

“No, let go!” Kyra shrieked, struggling wildy and successfully managing to escape Kim’s grasp, not wasting the time to dart under the physio table, curling up and clutching her knees to her chest, “Leave me alone! I don’t like you, no more!” She cried, her voice cracking with fear.

“Kyra, come out from under there now,” Kim’s voice was authoritative, pinching the bridge of her nose and trying to remain somewhat patient, “Don’t make me count.”

“N… No,” Kyra’s small voice echoed from under the table, “Stay away with from me– Stay away!”

The Scot’s woman sighed, clearly frustrated, “Kyra Cooney-Cross, out now.”

At that moment, Lia and Leah both entered the room, the Swiss’ woman furrowed her brows as she took in the scene, “What’s going on?”

Kim huffed, “I am trying to punish the brat like she deserves, but she’s decided to hide under the table,” She gestured to the physio table, “She’s taken Katie’s plushie and not to mention upsetting Lotte earlier. Enough is enough now.”

“I see,” Lia knelt down to peer under the table where Kyra sat trembling and looking partially terrified, “Let me handle it.” She said gently, her voice full of calm understanding and having a knowing gut instinct that Kyra needed a more gentle approach compared to how the situation was currently being handled.

Kim folded her arms, “She needs discipline, Lia.”

“She’ll get it, but right now she is scared,” Lia reassured her, her tone gentle but firm, “I will talk to her and deal with it.”

Kim relented with a sigh, “Good luck.”

“Hello, little one,” Lia knelt fully to match Kyra’s level while she gave her a gentle smile, “I bet things seem pretty scary right now, don’t they?”

“Stay away,” Kyra whimpered, sounding more innocent than anybody is used to hearing her be, “Don’t hurt me. I didn’t mean to be horrible and take it.”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Lia cooed, reaching out a hand to coax her out from underneath the table, “You’re safe here, Kyra. How about you come out from under there and we can talk? I can’t very well sit here and do it, can I?”

“I… I don’t wanna,” Kyra muttered, her voice thick with emotion, “Stay under here where it’s safe instead.”

“You will have to come out sooner or later, little one,” Lia joked while trying to keep the situation light to coax her out, “It’s safe out here as well. You don’t have to hide, little one.”

“Safe?” Kyra cautiously unwrapped her arms from around her knees.

Lia gave Kyra a genuine smile, “Safe.”

With a gentle smile and a bit more coaxing, Kyra slowly crawled out from under the table and directly into Lia’s comforting embrace, and the instant comfort Kyra felt was palpable as she clung tightly to Lia, desperate for the reassurance she had longed for.

Something that had been craving for a long time now, she’d been needing somebody to hold her in their arms and comfort her. 

She has been needing this attention. 

Joining a new team was scary, moving across the country was even scarier — she’d been needing an escape. 

Maybe now she had it?

“It’s alright, little one,” Lia murmured, gently rocking the girl in her arms, “I’ve got you. You’re safe here.”

“I don’t wanna be punished, Lia,” Kyra’s voice wavered with fear as she continued to cling onto the older woman’s top, “I don’t want it.” 

“Hey, hey,” Lia cooed, trying to calm Kyra down before she got worked up again, “It’s okay, you’re okay, remember? I know it’s scary.”

“I don’t wanna be,” Kyra whimpered in fear, her grip still iron-tight as she shook her head in protest, “I’ll apologise, I will— I’m sorry Katie!” she told the brunette, who was clutching her penguin, her tears dried.

“That’s a good girl,” Lia praised softly, “Thank you for apologising, little one. That was a nice thing to do.”

“No punishment now?” Kyra was hopeful she’d gotten away with it.

Lia frowned softly and shook her head, “I’m sorry little one, but you still need to be punished.”

“No!” Kyra immediately started to wriggle and break free out of Lia’s arms again, “No! I don’t.. I’ll be good, please!”

“Shh, it’s okay– No, no, no you don’t,” Lia kept a gentle hold of Kyra to avoid her climbing back under the table, “You’re okay.” She repeated.

“Let go,” Kyra whined, trying to fight her way out.

“It’s okay, little one. Let’s just take a minute to breathe,” Lia told her softly as she brushes a hair out of the younger Australia’s eyes and waits for her to settle a bit, “You know that you need to be punished, little one. You’ve been acting out a lot since you’ve been here, haven’t you?.” she told her.

Kyra pouted in disagreement with the news, “I didn’t mean too,” she mumbled.

“Whether you meant too or not, it’s not okay to do that,” Lia reminded her of the rules in the team, “This is a safe space here, Kyra and nothing bad is going to happen but you need to understand that behaviour like this can’t go unpunished.”

“Okay,” Kyra whispered quietly, barely audible enough to be heard by any other than the two of them despite the rest of the girls dotted around. 

“You’re going to be punished for your actions, because you need to learn and be a good girl that I know you can be,” Lia told her still in a gentle tone of voice, “It’s okay to cry as much as you want, and then once it’s done I will hold you in my arms again just like we are now, okay? You’re completely safe here, little one.”

“Not hard?” Kyra pleaded, her bottle lip trembling anxiously.

“Come on, let’s get this over with,” Lia guided Kyra to stand up, still holding her hand as the two sat on the nearest bench and Lia didn’t waste time draping Kyra over her knee, “Remember to breathe, little one.”

With the first blow, Kyra whimpered at the sudden power behind it. 

“I want you to remember this as a reminder for the next time you decide to try and take something that doesn’t belong to you,” Lia scolded her lightly, “I hope this will stop any of this behaviour in the future.”

The second and third, Kyra immediately felt the tears well up in her eyes as Lia continued. 

“You’re doing so well,” Lia cooed, not letting up on the girl so easily as she moved to land the final few. 

By the sixth and seventh, the tears were visible as she thrashed her legs and tried to wriggle free.

“Just a few more to go,” Lia told her softly, “And then we’re done, okay?”

By the ninth and final tenth one, the young Australian was sobbing and begging for it to be over. 

It was only a light spanking, just enough to drive the message to Kyra that her brattiness will no longer be acceptable now and there will be consequences if it happens again. 

“It’s over little one,” Lia murmured, not hesitating to scoop Kyra back up to hit her on her lap, “You handled it well, I’m proud of you.”

“No more, please,” Kyra sobbed quietly, instantly clutching hold of Lia again, “I’ll be good!”

“Shh, your okay little one. I know you will be,” Lia rocked the younger girl in her arms, “Calm down now, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

“Don’t leave me,” Kyra sobs soon turned into small hiccups, moving to bury her head against Lia’s chest with the way she is holding her, “I don’t want to be alone anymore. I don’t like it.”

“You’re not alone anymore, little one,” Lia comforted Kyra with sweet words and gentle rocking, “You have a family here, you’re safe here.”

However, what Lia didn’t realise was that while she was focusing her full attention on Kyra, she also had a jealous little lamb on her hands in the far corner. 

“That’s my mommy!” Leah declared storming over to them both and scowling grumpily at Kyra curled up in Lia’s lap, “I don’t like it.”

Kyra didn’t respond other than a small whimper.

“Le, it’s okay,” Lia turned her attention to the grumpy blonde while she still continued to hold Kyra tight in her arms, “We can learn to share now, can’t we? You have to be nice to Kyra, little lamb.”

“No, mine!” Leah murmured, grumpily still not all that keen on Lia’s response and huffed unhappily, “That’s my mommy,” she repeated quietly to herself as she sulks off back to the bench, sitting there with her knees up to her chin and wrapping her arms around them tightly, all but convinced that she’s now going to be replaced by the little brat that’s came into their lives.

[batllethinker]

for a pairing, i’d like to suggest lia & leah!

Only Angel | L.W + L.W | 18+ mdni

Pairing: sub!Leah + dom!Lia

Summary: Lias first time taking Leahs ass

Warnings: anal, public sex, vaginal fingering, exhibitionism, anal fingering, Leah being a cutie, aftercare, little Leah moment | 18+ mdni

To say she was nervous was an understatement. Leah had never done anything like this before, sure Lia had been her dom for a few months now but she'd never fucked her ass.

The blonde didn't really think that Lia would be so dirty but the countless amount of times her captain had fucked her right in front of everyone had proven her severely wrong.

Leah was brought out of her head when a warm hand landed on her shoulder and a body pressed into her side, the hand on her shoulder moved to grip the back of her neck as she met Lias gentle eyes.

"Are you ready, spatzi?" The defender sucked in a breath, trying to steel herself as she nodded, her hands fisting her training top as she was pulled into Lias arms.

"Relax, baby. It'll feel so good, I promise" Leah let herself sink into the older womans warmth, breathing in her comforting scent as she slowly relaxed.

Lia smiled against her before pulling away and leading the younger woman to the recovery bench in the middle of the room, the bustling of her teammates around her barely helped settle her nerves.

"Bend over" The brunette barely gave her time to actually respond before Lia was bending her over the bench herself, her hand stroking down her back before giving her ass a light tap.

"You okay with the girls watching?" Lia had bent over her form so she could whisper in her ear while her fingers hooked into the waistband of Leahs shorts, waiting for the blondes permission.

"I-yeah" her dom pressed a kiss to the side of her neck before her shorts were pulled down to pool around her feet, her panties following closely after, Lia only bothering to pull them down to her knees before stepping closer to her.

Slowly soothing her hand over the curve of Leahs ass, pinching the skin lightly she couldn't help the way she smiled when the younger woman jumped at the touch before her hips bucked into the bench.

"Tell me when you're ready for me" The blonde could only nod as Lia ran her fingers through her folds, pinching at her clit just enough to drag a pained moan out of her girl before sinking three fingers into her.

Leah let out a shaky gasp, head falling forward at the unexpected stretch. The only sound filling the room was her shaky moans and the murmurs from her observing teammates. Lia had set a punishing pace, intent to make her cum as fast she could. The younger womans hands flew up to grab at the edge of the bench, she could feel herself drip down Lias hand as her captain continously hit that spongy spot inside of her.

"Do you want to cum for me, le?" All the blonde could manage was letting out a strained "yes", trying her hardest to not let her orgasm wash over her before she had gotten permission.

"Come on then, be a good slut for me" Leah let out a strained moan, her eyes squeezing shut as Lia barely fucked her through it, instead pulling her fingers out of a still cumming Lia before pushing a finger into her ass, using the younger womans slick being used as pseudo lube.

Lia was making comments that she couldn't really decipher through the haze clouding her brain, it was very clearly that she wasn't actually talking to Leah though, the objectifying nature was enough to make a shiver run through Leahs body.

"Do you feel that? How tight you are around me? God, you're just swallowing me up" The defender could practically hear the satisfied smile in Lias tone as another finger was worked into her, a much gentler pace set as she let Leah get used to the intrusion.

"Fuck, look at her, she's just loving this" Lia looked up to meet the eyes of her fellow doms, who were all drinking the scene up with hungry eyes, them all wanting a turn of their own.

Leah had slowly started to rock back against the fingers fucking her but the stretch was not nearly enough nor was the pace, her face screwed up in what could be pain told another story though. She was desperately biting at her lip, doing her absolute best to keep her moans in, eyes screwed shut in a valiant attempt at not meeting her teammates eyes.

She could hear Lia laughing behind her and she really did her best to resist the urge to meet Lias eyes on her, she could not stop the gasp that was ripped out of her when a third finger was pushed into her, just wide enough for her to really feel the stretch.

"mmh, that's it, you're taking me so well" Leah moaned loudly at that, already fucking herself back against the added intrusion while her captain gave her some time to actually adjust before properly fucking her.

The pace set was still much gentler than she'd like but Lia didn't want to risk making it uncomfortable for her girl, especially for her first time.

"Captain" a gasped breath "faster, please" The older woman stilled for a moment before giving in, her pace picking up as she brought Leah closer and closer to the edge.

Leah couldn't hold back her moans anymore, mouth falling open as she tried to get Lias fingers as deep as possible, this feeling was so new to her and she just couldn't get enough, couldn't wait to take Lias strap.

"I can feel you clench around me, do you want to cum, spatzi?" Leah nodded desperately, her moans only growing more frantic as Lia fucked her harder, making her feel everything.

"Go ahead, little girl" The blonde tensed before cumming with a drawn out moan, her hips bucking into the bench to give herself some pressure on her clit.

Lia slowly fucked her through it, only pulling out when Leah fell completely lax against the bench, adjusting her head just so she could be comfortable enough.

"Don't fall asleep yet, sweetheart" The blonde could only give a sleepy mumble as Lia went around the room to gather everything she'd need.

The swiss woman smiled down at her sleepy girl as she gently rubbed her back, carefully bringing her back to the living.

"Come on angel, let's get some food in you" Leah gave an unhappy mumble as she adjusted herself to sit on the bench, Lia sitting close by as the older woman wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Think you can eat by yourself?" The younger woman thought for a moment before shaking her head with a small pout, nuzzling her head into Lias shoulder as her mama smiled down at her.

The captain opened up the ham sandwich, Leahs favorite and tore it into smaller pieces before feeding it slowly to her girl.

She made sure to give Leah a few sips of water between each bite, just unable to keep her smile of off her face with how adorable the defender is being.

[batllethinker]

Little lamb Leah moodboard

Moodboard requests now open!

[batllethinker]

This might have actually gotten her a punishment

[batllethinker]

Yeah

[batllethinker]

im a big slüt for smutty captions so would you consider posting random woso pictures together with some kinky thoughts? I would definitely love that

Our captains watching a sub mess up and already planning a punishment

Leah getting tipsy and so needy that she just becomes unbearable

Frida scoring, being really shy because she knows exactly what her reward is going to be

Ale being a little brat and getting spanked mid training

Caro just being a sucker for being choked, no matter where they are

Leah being plugged up, really needy and tipsy (also about to brat)

[batllethinker]

Clingy beffy