#bottom ona batlle

[repulsiveliquidation]

here's a minuscule sneak peek of 'Too Dangerous'

Too Dangerous - Mafia and Football. [SMUT!] [top! R. bottom! OB.]

i think this is going to be a fun one. let me know what you think.

“I’m not mad, my love. I’m so proud of you for being brave and coming to me. Let me worry about it now, yeah?”

“Okay.”

I pull her in for a kiss, hands roaming her body. I won’t lie, the swimsuit she had on was a massive turn-on and if we weren’t about to fuck in the pool, I was sure as hell going to devour her before bed.

“You look way too fucking good in that two-piece not to be ravishingly worshipped, my darling.”

She blushes, kissing you hard. Ona pulls your hands around to her ass, which you squeeze hard and draw a deep moan from her. Your hands pull at her cheeks, fingers rubbing gently at her asshole and folds. You maneuver her around to the edge again, picking her up easily to sit. She leans back, as your fingers pull her bottoms to the side and bury your face in her folds. She’s soaking wet, arousal thick and delicious.

She whimpers for you, strong hands tangled in your wet locks. Your tongue darts into her, throwing her legs over your shoulders before pulling her closer to the edge. You're practically holding her hips up, lips suckling at her clit hard. Ona moans loudly, back arching off the ground.

“Please!” she moans, fingers tightening in your hair as her legs squeeze at your head deliciously. You slip two fingers into her, pumping in and out of her slick pussy hard. They press up into her sweet spot, fingertips rubbing circles over it to get her to come faster. She huffed and puffed, face contorting into all kinds of pleasure. She makes eye contact and cries out your name, coming hard and fast. Ona pants, licking her dry lips.

“A la mierda esto, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will die.”

“Picked out a new strap for you to be split open on, mi amor.”

//

“puta madre!”

“Yeah, this one’s pretty fuckin’ big huh?”

“Feels s-so good!”

Your hips pound into Ona, swimsuits abandoned at the foot of the bed. She’s on her front, trying her best to push her ass back on you as you fuck her from behind. She tries to keep up, knees buckling every time the new strap finds a new erogenous spot she never knew she had. It was significantly bigger than she had ever taken, with three prior orgasms and a fingering of a lifetime, she was finally open enough to take the head. Coming once again was the key to taking the whole thing, Ona looked absolutely wrecked when speared on it.

“You’re so fucking hot baby, taking my cock so well princess,” you cooed, hands turning her onto her back as your fingers rubbed her clit that you just spat on. She was sensitive beyond words, her speech slurred, and was barely babbling, hyper-focused on her pending sixth orgasm for the night.

“Are you gonna cum, my sweet?” you whispered into her ear, leaning over her as your hips did not slow down one bit. Hands pressed her legs wide open, harness dragging over her clit with each powerful thrust.

“Yes, yes!” she croaked out, head nodding hard and fast as she cried tears of frustration and sexual arousal.

You spat on her hot clit again, fingers rubbing messily at her folds as you sped up even more. She screamed, orgasm ripping through her hard. She was convulsing and begging for you to not stop, the aftershocks making her beg again, this time for you to stop.

You chuckle and do, pulling out and pulling the harness off. She tucked in your chest immediately, cradled, and kissed softly.

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[22plus15]

capi ❤️‍🔥 (📸: german parga - fc barcelona)

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[onabatlle-2]

congrats ona!, via muwfc on twitter, 13/2/23

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[museanddream]

Heaven - part 2 || Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze x reader

Warnings: 🔞 || threesome, poly relationship, oral sex, strap-ons, degrading language, bottom!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Part 2 of 3

Part 1 here

Ona bends to kiss you, slow and sweet, then gently coaxes you onto your hands and knees. Lucy has kicked off her boxers and now sits completely bare against the headboard, legs slightly parted as she waits for you.

“Come up here,” Lucy says.

You crawl up the bed until you’re kneeling between her legs. Lucy pushes herself off the headboard, abs tensing as she does, and grabs your jaw with one hand. Her grip is rougher than Ona’s was, hard enough to remind you who’s in charge, but the thumb that she rubs across the seam of your lips is gentle in comparison.

“We gotta find a good use for that filthy mouth, huh?” she murmurs, her gaze flicking down to your lips.

You nod, staying silent in case you say something that riles Lucy up even further.

“You’re gonna eat me out while Ona fucks you from behind,” Lucy tells you, letting go of your jaw. Her gaze flicks up to Ona, before she adds a second instruction, this time for the Spaniard. “She doesn’t come until I do.”

Ona nods obediently, jaw clenched, and helps guide you into position. Your knees are near the edge of the mattress, Ona standing behind you at the foot of the bed, your ass in the air ready to be filled by her cock again. In front of you, Lucy is relaxing against the cushions once more, legs spread so you can see the perfect lips shining with the evidence of her arousal.

Before you can get to work, Ona pulls you upright, wrapping her arms around you from behind as the toy presses against your ass and her mouth finds your neck. You tilt your head as your eyelashes flutter shut, giving her access to a wider expanse of skin, and she sends one hand south across your stomach until her fingers dip between your legs again. You’re so wet there’s no friction at all as her fingertips slide over your clit, taunting your entrance before sliding back up across your stomach, leaving a wet smear behind.

“Ona, please…”

“You heard Lucy.” Ona’s voice is nothing more than a low rumble in your ear, but it still has you pushing your hips back against her harness. “You get her off, then I’ll reward you. Does that sound good, cariño?”

You nod and let Ona guide you back down onto all fours. She’s so careful with you, stroking your back as you find a comfortable position between Lucy’s legs. That’s one of the big differences between them. Lucy likes to be rougher, likes to assert her control by throwing you around the bedroom or pinning you down with her strength. Ona is stronger than you too, could probably even give Lucy a run for her money, not that Lucy would ever admit to it or let her try, but so often chooses to be gentle instead.

Lucy notices too and calls Ona out.

“This is the problem, you know. This is why she acts out. You’re too fucking nice to her when she’s being a brat.”

Though you can’t see Ona’s face behind you, you can picture the smirk on her face from the tone of her voice as she points out, “I’m not the one she told to get fucked.”

Lucy’s eyes drop to meet yours, looking at the way you’re on your hands and knees between her legs, patiently waiting for instruction.

“Go on then,” she tells you. “Get on with it. This was your idea.”

Her voice is devoid of any emotion as her eyes bore into you, as if being eaten out by you is a chore she has to endure rather than a pleasure, but instead of putting you off, it only spurs you on, desperate to prove to Lucy that she should be craving you and the way you can make her feel.

You lower yourself onto your forearms and nuzzle your face into the inside of one of Lucy’s strong thighs, pressing a couple of kisses to the soft skin there, before you turn your head back and run your tongue through Lucy’s arousal. She’s soaked, and as you lick through her and hum at the taste, you feel pride swell in your chest. Lucy might pretend to be unbothered by the prospect of you going down on her, might put on a show of bravado and dominance and act like she’s in control, but the wetness collected by your tongue is evidence that she is affected by it all. Whether she’s turned on from watching Ona fucking you or if it’s just the power of having you willing to do pretty much anything just to be allowed to come, it doesn’t matter because she wants you.

Even though it’s against your own interests, you start slow, teasing Lucy with your tongue. You avoid her clit, you swirl around her glistening hole without actually dipping inside. Revenge, you could say, for the way she denied your own pleasure earlier.

But you don’t have the same resolve as Lucy, that’s probably why she’s dominating this encounter while you’re the one on your hands and knees with your ass in the air, because you can’t deny her for too long. Not because she makes you, not explicitly anyway, but because there’s more power in unravelling Lucy’s composure than there is in teasing her.

Your tongue gets more precise, finding the spots that you know drive her wild, settling into more of a rhythm. Your lips wrap around her clit, soft suction as you press the flat of your tongue against her, before licking down and curling the tip of your tongue inside her where her arousal gathers.

Apart from the wetness coating your lips and chin, there’s no sign that she’s moved by the way you work your tongue against her most intimate area at all.

It bothers you to no end that Lucy is so calm while you’re a desperate mess between her strong thighs.

You’re so focused on trying to elicit some kind of reaction from Lucy that you almost forget about Ona and her strap behind you.

Almost.

“Ready?” Ona’s voice is low as she speaks to you.

You can’t reply, not with your mouth occupied by Lucy, but you know that Ona is an ass girl and push your own up further into her hand to encourage her. The fingers of one hand squeeze the flesh appreciatively, while those on the other dip back between your legs, smearing your copious arousal around until you feel the digits replaced by the familiar silicone of the strap’s blunt head.

Ona pushes in, not forcefully, but without the same care to stretch you out slowly that she used before. The ache as she slides in and bottoms out is a pleasant one that has you humming against Lucy.

“She feels good, huh?” Lucy asks. You might be imagining the slight rasp to her voice but you feed off it, knowing that your tongue must finally be making her feel something.

You can’t answer without lifting your mouth from Lucy’s cunt and you don’t dare, but you let out a little moan of assent.

Behind you, Ona starts moving, only pulling out halfway but still managing to nudge that spot inside you with the toy’s blunt head on each slow thrust.

“Look at you,” Lucy continues. Your eyes find hers and are met with a strange look, her eyes hazy with lust but a scorning expression on her face. “Being used at both ends. Pathetic.”

If your tongue was not busy, you’re sure it would fire a sharp quip right back at Lucy, some clever retort to try and prove that you’re not just in this position because she’s put you there, that you like being the sole focus of their combined attention. But your hot head and smart mouth are what got you into this predicament in the first place and you don’t even want to dare to imagine how long Lucy will deny you from coming if you were to make even the tiniest slip up and question her authority again.

Behind you, Ona’s hand strokes your ass as she fucks into you, the gentle touch a contrast to Lucy’s harsh words. But if you’re honest, the cold way that Lucy addresses you is just as responsible for the delicious pressure building in your core as Ona’s strap is.

Ona fucks you steadily, hips less hurried than they were when she had you on your back. The pace shouldn’t be enough to get you there on its own, or at least it wouldn’t be if you hadn’t already been teased mercilessly, first by Ona’s tongue and fingers, then by her strap.

But something about this whole situation, being used by them both, having your own pleasure held ransom by Lucy and her willing accomplice Ona, has you hurtling towards the edge far quicker than should be possible.

You lift your mouth from Lucy’s pussy and gasp out, “Stop. I’m close. I’m gonna…”

Ona pulls out, leaving you pulsing around nothing. The ebb of the incoming orgasm washes away and leaves you feeling so frustrated that you almost wonder if you would’ve been better off coming without permission, inevitably facing the wrath of yet another punishment from Lucy but at least getting a little relief in the process.

As it is, you’re left more worked up than ever. You need to come, need to get Lucy off so that you can come.

For the first time, you start to regret the brattiness that got you in this predicament. Would they have let you come by now if you’d kept your mouth shut, if you’d laid obediently between them instead of telling Lucy to get fucked?

“Poor thing,” Lucy says, though there’s no sympathy in her dark gaze, nor the twist of her lips as she looks down at you between her legs. “Just desperate to come, aren’t you?”

She pauses, but you know the question is rhetorical and she soon continues.

“Poor little slut.”

Ona’s warm hand on the base of your spine is a stark contrast to the coldness of Lucy’s words. Her touch is kind, though you can’t help but think that it would be kinder of her to let you come. She won’t though, knowing very well that it could just as easily be her in your position if she enables you, sympathising with you just enough to know what it feels like to be on Lucy’s bad side when she’s in one of these moods but not enough to actually help you out of the mess you’ve caught yourself in.

Ona knows the rules. As do you - Lucy comes, then you do.

“Can I use my fingers on you?” You dare to ask the question, knowing it would speed up the process.

Lucy shakes her head.

“No, I don’t think so. I want your mouth. Want you to prove to me that your tongue is good for more than just mouthing off when you’re being a brat.”

You groan, partly in frustration and partly because Ona chooses that moment to sheath the toy inside you once more. You have no doubt that you’d be able to get Lucy off in less than a couple of minutes with your fingers, satisfying the criteria to be allowed an orgasm of your own, but Lucy doesn’t come as easily from being eaten out.

That’s not to say that she can’t come, you’re just going to have to work a little harder for it.

Something that’s going to be really difficult if Ona keeps bottoming out inside you like that.

Ona’s thrusts are shallower now and she probably thinks that she’s doing you a favour by not pounding into you with as much vigour, but it’s actually the reverse. Because the bulb to the cock’s head means there’s a slight ridge that is rubbing inside you, providing perfect pressure exactly where you don’t need it, not if you’re going to get Lucy off with your tongue first.

But just when you’re about to call out for Ona to pause again, one of Lucy’s hands finds the back of your head, winding her fingers through strands of hair as she pulls your face tighter against you.

She’s close.

“That’s it.” Lucy’s voice comes out as a growl, and when you glance up her body, you see that her eyes are shut in bliss, her other hand stretched out to grasp one of the slats on the headboard, her abdomen rippling as she bucks her hips against your willing tongue. “Right there. Let me use you. Want to come in that filthy little mouth.”

Lucy’s words have you clenching around Ona’s cock and you know she can feel the extra resistance from the way that her hand squeezes your ass apreciatively. You’re more than happy for Lucy to use your mouth, lacking the agency to move much yourself with Lucy’s hand in your hair directing you where she wants you. Her hips are moving more urgently now, practically riding the lower half of your face, smearing her arousal across your lips and chin, but you just let her, firming up your tongue to give her something to grind against.

It takes less than half a minute like that for Lucy to tumble over the edge. The only warning you get is the fist that tightens in your hair just before she comes, followed by the low groan that spills from her throat as her hips twitch against your mouth.

Ona has fallen still behind you too, cock still nestled in your cunt, probably distracted by the view in front of her and you don’t even blame her. Lucy is beautiful as she comes, eyes squeezed shut but her face the perfect portrait of pleasure. It’s something you never get tired of, watching either of your girls coming and knowing that you’re the one who made it happen, but there’s something extra special about unravelling Lucy, something about this brief moment where she’s not the one in control, that you don’t think you’ll ever not be awestruck by.

You’ve fulfilled your end of the deal but you know better than to assume you’re allowed to come now.

“Please?”

Lucy’s lashes flutter open and her hazy eyes gaze down to where you’re between her legs. The pause drags on just long enough that you think Lucy is going to be cruel enough to continue to deny you, even after making her come, but then her eyes flit up to Ona behind you.

They’re doing it again, communicating silently over you like you’re not even there, It should be embarrassing, degrading, the way they treat you like you’re a toy to be used for their pleasure rather than a person with your own desires and urges, except for the fact that it’s such a ridiculous turn-on that you’re sure you must be getting wetter around Ona’s cock.

You stay still, quiet, obedient, desperate, until finally -

“Go on,” Lucy says to Ona, with a sharp nod. “But make sure it’s good for you too. Wanna watch you both come.”

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[inuyashaluver]

would u write for ona batlle or sam kerr?? maybe just some fluff about going on cute dates or smth 🤍

welcome home - ona batlle

ona batlle x reader

description: in which your girlfriend finally comes back to you in barcelona, meaning that both of you need to make up for lost time

warnings: spanish in bold italics, suggestive

a/n: hiya!! thank you for the request, i decided on ona for this one, hope you enjoyyyy xx

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you and your girlfriend, ona grew up as childhood friends. through endless years of mutual pining and making your friends suffer through your obvious attraction for each other, you finally began to date through the gentle push of mapi and alexia.

“ona, please, just tell her you like her” young alexia pleaded. you were all in the spanish youth teams, alexia and mapi finding a rare moment when you and ona were apart. “she doesn’t like me, ale, stop” ona grumbles, hastily ripping out her hair tie for the fourth time, unable to get the ponytail on her head to look right.

“don’t be stupid, ona! she’s in love with you!” mapi exclaimed, looking at ona in disbelief, how could she not realise that you were in love with her?. ona opens her mouth about to respond until she hears a familiar giggle filling up the room.

“hi, conejita (little bunny)” alexia coos, waving you over to where the girls were sitting in front of a mirror on a small bench. ona felt her hands go clammy, swallowing the lump in her throat as you approached her. ona brushed her hair roughly, wincing at the pain. you immediately take the brush out of ona’s hand, and start scolding her right away. “stop hurting yourself, onita” you tutt, “let me do it for you” you say softly. alexia and mapi share a smirk, leaving you both alone in the change room.

you gently brush ona’s hair up into a ponytail, doing it just the way she liked it. once complete, you place your hands on her shoulders and give them a light squeeze. she smiles at you through the mirror, thanking you softly by moving her hands to hold yours on her shoulders, giving one of them a gentle kiss on your palm.

your cheeks go slightly pink, grinning at her shyly as you look into her eyes through the mirror.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you say sheepishly, “looking at you like what?” ona lets out a little giggle, gripping your hands a little tighter. “like you’re in love with me or something” you breathe out, ona tugs you slightly forward, your front completely pressed up to her back. “i am in love with you” your breath hitches, the two of you just stare at each other through the mirror.

you grow shy, turning red and trying to look anywhere but at her but her eyes drew you in. “really?” you whisper, ona let’s go of you and turns around, placing her hands on your hips and bringing you to stand in between her legs as she looked up at you adoringly. she nods softly, “really, hermosa (beautiful), for a long time” you place both of your hands on her neck, running your thumb over the soft skin.

you trace your eyes all over her face before surging forward and placing a passionate kiss on her lips. she immediately hums into you, pulling you impossibly closer and kissing you with so much emotion. both of your years of pining pouring out into the kiss.

you trace your tongue on her bottom lip and she gasps, granting you entrance for your tongue in her mouth but she quickly gains possession. you smile into her mouth, typical ona always being the one in charge. she can’t help but smile as well, pulling away with a final peck to your lips.

“i love you too” you whisper against her lips, kissing the tip of her nose before pulling her into a tight hug. funnily enough, everyone knew something happened in that change room when you both emerged. the pink cheeks and ona’s hand on the small of your back said everything and more. you smile at alexia when she rushes forward and pulls you into a tight hug, always looking at the girl as a big sister.

“conejita (little bunny), i told you she liked you” she teases, giving you a friendly kiss on your cheek and holding you to her chest. you see in the corner of your eye that mapi had put ona in a headlock, teasing her relentlessly. ona pushes mapi off and runs to you, pulling you from alexia and hugging you tightly, in an attempt to ‘protect you’.

“i will protect you, mi amor (my love)” ona claims, lifting you off the ground and running away from mapi. you laugh loudly when the girl trips, both of you landing on the ground in fits of giggles. alexia and mapi give each other a high five, proud of their work.

—

you’d been dating ever since, the most genuine love you both could’ve asked for. when ona got signed to manchester united, you stayed in spain, playing for barcelona, your lifelong club.

it’d been hard to be separated from ona, but you two made it work. calling each other every day, texting each other at almost every second available and visiting each other as much as you could in your free time.

whenever ona called you and talked about manchester united, she sounded happy, she’d tell you about all her new friends and all the opportunities she’d been given but her smile never quite really reached her eyes.

so, after 3 years of long distance, you finally received a call from your favourite girl with good news.

“mi amor (my love)” she calls out through the screen, her face lighting up when the phone finally focuses on your face. “there she is, my pretty girl” she says proudly, taking a little screenshot of your embarrassed smile.

“hi, bebé (baby)” you utter, your cheeks pink. your reactions to her are exactly the same as the beginning of your relationship.

ona lets out a giggle, “do you want to know a secret, mi novia (my girlfriend)” ona whispers, you giggle at her and nod your head. “i’m coming back to play for barcelona” she whispers again, watching the shock overcome your features. you slightly tear up, your hand covering your mouth.

“are you serious? ona batlle, if this is a joke, it’s over” you say tearfully, “of course i’m serious, vida mía (my life)” she says offendly, “and we’re never breaking up” ona asserts and you let out a wet laugh, wiping your tears with the back of your hands.

“don’t cry, mi amor (my love)” ona coos, you nod in response, “i’m so happy, onita” you gleam, shaking your head in disbelief. “me too, (y/n/n), i’ll be there in a month” you groan in frustration, “that’s too long” you whine, throwing your head back. ona laughs brightly, “it’ll go by quickly” ona reassures, smiling at you affectionately. you smile back and just admire her and watch as her cheeks turn pink. this time you screenshot the screen. you chat about your days and updates in your lives but every conversation somehow comes back to ona coming back home.

—

and so, a month later, you’re standing at the arrival gate in barcelona with ona’s favourite flowers in hand and a bright smile on your face. when you see ona come out of the gate, you immediately tear up at seeing her with her own bunch of your favourite flowers in her hand. she grows tearful too, walking to you quickly and dropping her bags when you jump into your arms.

she drops your flowers to catch you, breathing in your scent and kissing your cheek repeatedly. both of you were crying, she was finally home and you both couldn’t believe it. “bebé (baby), the flowers” ona says softly in your ear, giggling when you shake your head and hide your face in her neck, kissing her neck sweetly as you cling onto her.

she holds you tightly, running her hands comfortingly on your back as you both calm down. “you’re home” you breathe out into her skin, she pulls her head back to face you and. you look at her tearfully, she catches your lips in a sweet kiss. you kiss her back gently, cradling her face in your hands as you kiss her, the flowers dropping in the process. she places you back in the ground, quickly picking both of your bouquets and exchanging them with a giggle.

“i’m home” she reassures you, stealing another kiss before you lead her out to the car. after loading her bags in, you go to the driver’s seat and pulls you back by the wrist, looking at you sternly. “stop joking” she says simply and you roll your eyes amusingly, sticking your tongue out at her while making your way to the passenger side. ona is still ona, you think.

she drove with her hand on your thigh the entire time, squeezing it gently as you held her arm, feeling as though she could disappear at any second. once you arrive at your shared home, you beg ona to wait at the door until you open it. she squints her eyes at you but relents, she could hardly ever say no to you.

you rush inside and quickly light some candles, checking your little surprise once over before running out with a blindfold. when you open the door, ona stands there with a smirk, seeing the blindfold in your hand. she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and you shake your head at her.

“tsk, you never change” you joke, ona pulls your closer to press her hips into yours, “you love me” she mocks and you nod in agreement, “yeah, i do” giving her the same energy, you blindfold her and open the door, gently leading her to stand in the middle of the room.

you take off her blindfold and she blinks her eyes open, immediately filling with tears at your surprise. a big sign carefully crafted by you hangs on the wall, ‘welcome home, onita’ in big letters making her heart clench. there were little candles lit all around the room, rose petals dusted all over the floor and your couch transformed into a little pillow fort situation.

ona’s mouth opens in surprise, tears frantically falling down her face. you walk up behind her and wrap your arms around her waist, smushing your face in between her shoulder blades.

“(y/n)” she breathes out adoringly, spinning around to face you with a tearful pout. “i love you” she looks right into your eyes when she says the words, “i love you too” you wipe her tears away and pull her into a kiss, pushing her away when she tries to deepen it.

“tonight, it’s just us, tomorrow i have another surprise” you kiss her cheek, pushing her towards the bedroom to change her clothes while you wait in the pillow fort. in record time, she slots her body on top of yours and cuddles you, you put on a movie but all she can focus on is you. the love of her life.

—

the next day, you wake her up with numerous little kisses on her cheeks, she smiles up at you with the sunshine beaming on her freckled face. she pulls you down back into the bed and holds you to her. “good morning” you sing out in her ear, she just lets out a little hum and kisses your cheek before you both get up.

you rush her to get dressed and hurry her out the door. “because you’re finally home, onita, i’m making up for lost time and taking you out on dates” you say proudly, walking along the streets of barcelona hand in hand, she looks at you lovingly, “is that right?” she teases, you nod and smile at her.

“mhm, gotta give you a proper welcome back” you declare, ona tugs you closer to her, “you could’ve sat there looking pretty and i could’ve died a happy woman” she teases, you lightly slap her shoulder but lean closer into her body when she pulls you closer.

you walk her into a nearby coffee shop, urging her to sit while you went to order, getting both yours and her favourite drinks. when you come to sit back down, she gives you a scowl at realising that you paid, dropping quickly when you lean forward to peck her lips. you both chat and drink, one of your hands intertwined on the top of the table.

—

you spent the rest of the day at home, watching movies and cuddling until you told her to get dressed into something nice. she looks at you challengingly in attempts to break you into where you were going but you wouldn’t budge.

at seeing what you were wearing, she begged you to stay home, unable to keep her hands off you. you refuse her, and manage to bag the driver’s seat before she got out of the house. she groaned the whole time sitting in the passenger’s seat, you were a good driver and you both knew that, she just loved driving you around after all the time apart.

you drive her to a restaurant, dragging her by the hand towards the building. you tell her to close her eyes and she opens them at hearing numerous people screaming “surprise!” she looks around the room to see all her closest friends and family in the restaurant, you’d rented out the whole thing in celebration of ona coming home.

she looks at you with wide eyes and pulls you into a searing kiss, gaining numerous wolf whistles from people in the room. you smile into her, pulling away and hugging her tightly. “welcome home” you whisper, kissing her cheek and pulling her towards the waiting people in the room.

you watch as she happily speaks to everyone in the room, she continuously glancing back at you in almost every conversation to smile at you. alexia comes and stands next to you, giving you a little hug. “now you don’t need to come to my house and cry about how much you miss her” she teases, you laugh and shove her lightly.

“ha. ha. ale, very funny” you mock, hugging her to show your appreciation for when those situations did happen. mapi then comes over and kisses your cheek gently, “no more moping around” she teases and you look between them with wide eyes. “oh my god, stop it” you plead jokingly, they were right but you wouldn’t tell anyone that.

ona finally makes her way over to you but mapi gets to her first, putting her in a headlock and transporting all four of you back to the beginning of your relationship. somethings never change. “you’re so gentle with her but not me” ona whines, gesturing to you, mapi smiles at you sweetly. “because she’s not a little shit” mapi laughs, letting go of ona and kissing her cheek roughly, her and alexia leaving you both alone.

ona pulls you into another kiss, “thank you for everything” she mumbles against your lips, you peck them quickly, “of course, mi amor (my love)” you hug her tightly and continue with the party.

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it was finally ona’s debut with barcelona. you did her hair like you used to and she looked at you with so much love, you melted. and through an assist from you, ona gets a goal. immediately sprinting to you and hoisting you up on her waist. you laugh brightly and smile down at her, kissing her forehead in congratulations. you feel the team huddling around you and clapping you both on the back.

when she places you on the ground, she kisses you quickly, telling you everything you needed to know through her lips. ona was finally back home and she doesn’t want to leave ever again.

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you know the drill - just pretend it’s you xx ily aiti

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[acornsquish]

In the Middle pt. 1 // Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze x Leila Ouahabi x Feli Rauch x Patri Guijarro

Lucy's been spoiling Ona for her birthday all day, and Ona knows there is one last present coming. What she doesn't know is that several of her friends are secretly in town - or just how much attention Lucy paid to the fantasy Ona had finally told her about one night on vacation, thinking it would never come to fruition.

Tags: Smut, 18+, minors DNI, bottom!Ona, mild degradation, voyeurism, references to group sex, mostly set up

A/N: huge shoutouts to @vixwritesagain for the majority of the inspiration behind this and @girlgenius1111 for beta-ing. couldn't do it without y'all <3

also note that part 1 is exclusively Ona x Lucy, the following parts will include more of all players listed :)

“Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor.” Lucy wraps her arm around Ona’s waist, pulling her in to press a kiss to her temple as they walk across the parking lot to Lucy’s car. 

“Thank you, baby.” Ona smiles, looking up at Lucy adoringly. “I love you.” Ona had always secretly loved birthdays and presents, but she didn’t like making a big deal out of her own, so she usually just had a small dinner party with her friends. Since she’d been with Lucy, however, the Englishwoman had taken it upon herself to spoil Ona as much as possible, going out of her way to make Ona’s freckled face and honey brown eyes light up as often as she could. Her birthday was no different – they had the day off between games, so Lucy had woken Ona up with coffee and breakfast in bed before presenting her with no less than twenty four neatly wrapped presents and a promise that the twenty fifth would come later. 

The pair had spent the day doing all of Ona’s favorite things, eating all her favorite foods, going to all her favorite places in Barcelona, cuddling and kissing and secretly staring at each other when they thought the other wasn’t looking, before going to Ona’s favorite restaurant for dinner. The longer time went on with no twenty fifth present, the more Ona had become convinced that the present would show up in their bedroom later that night, perhaps a new set of lacy lingerie or a new toy for Lucy to wreck her with. 

And the longer time goes on, the more desperate Ona is becoming for Lucy to take her home and press her into the mattress until she forgets how old she is. Lucy has her hand resting on Ona’s thigh as she drives, drawing soft, teasing circles with her fingers and creeping slowly closer to the Spaniard’s center, and Ona’s restraint is quickly waning as Lucy’s fingers dip farther and farther under the hem of her skirt.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of trying not to squirm in her seat as she feels herself becoming wet with anticipation, Ona breaks. The second the car stops at the next stoplight, Ona grabs Lucy’s hand and drags it up under her skirt, sighing softly as it makes contact with her core and glancing over at Lucy with hooded eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Lucy raises an eyebrow at Ona, but she can’t hide the beginnings of a smirk as she runs her fingers lightly over Ona through her panties. 

“I need you,” Ona whispers. “Please.” She lets out a whimper as Lucy’s finger catches on her clit, spreading her legs as far as they can go on the leather seat.

“Here?” Lucy purposely lets a condescending edge through in her tone. “You can’t even wait until we get home, you need me to touch you in the car like a slut?”

“I – it’s green.” Even as her hips cant forward into Lucy’s hand, Ona’s chin jerks almost imperceptibly towards the stoplight.

Lucy turns her face back to the road and drives off, making no move to stop her ministrations on Ona’s center. “You still have one more present to open, anyway.”

“Can’t the present wait?” Ona nearly whines.

“No.” Lucy’s tone holds no room for arguing. “You’ll like the present, baby, I promise.” She dips her fingers down to slide gently over Ona’s pussy, over and over as she feels her wetness begin to soak through the thin fabric of her panties.

It goes on like that, Lucy driving with one hand, seemingly unaffected by the way her other hand is teasing Ona and drawing small gasps and sighs out of the shorter woman every so often as they near their flat and the tension builds. 

Just as they near their flat and Ona begins to think she’s finally going to get what she wants, Lucy turns the car in the opposite direction, a smug smile playing on her lips as Ona’s head whips around to stare at her questioningly.

Ona knows Lucy well enough by this point to know that she’s not going to spill any secrets before she’s good and ready to, so she merely sighs and squirms in her seat, trying her best to be good and minimize her grinding against Lucy’s hand. 

“What are we doing here?” Ona turns to Lucy impatiently the second that the car pulls into the parking lot of a hotel, grabbing the hand between her legs and pressing it harder against herself.

“Remember last summer in Ibiza? When you told me about all the things you want to try?”

Ona nods slowly, a small smile drawing across her face as she remembers the vacation Lucy had taken her on. They’d barely seen each other for weeks beforehand and could hardly stand to keep their hands off each other, and they’d only managed to spend twenty minutes on the beach on the first day before Lucy had thrown Ona over a shoulder and carried her back to their private villa. The Englishwoman had relished in spreading Ona open on the bed and teasing her incessantly until she’d confessed every one of her dirtiest fantasies between moans, an experience that makes Ona blush scarlet just to remember.

The first few things Ona had confessed were easy, safe. Things that she knew Lucy already knew. But the second Ona had so much as hinted that she liked being watched, Lucy was pushing her back against the pillows, laying down on the couch across the room, and making her touch herself while Lucy watched. 

Ona’s hips buck off the car seat into Lucy’s hand as she remembers how her girlfriend had made her keep talking about what she wanted the whole time until she’d described all her filthiest daydreams and was begging openly for Lucy to let her come on her own fingers. She was too far gone, however, to notice how Lucy’s eyes had darkened when Ona mentioned the times that she and Patri had roomed together at Spain camp, when Leila would sneak down the hall after her roommate had gone to bed and the trio would trade orgasms all night. And she’d also failed to see the way Lucy had swallowed harshly when Ona talked about how she’d fantasized for years about experiencing an orgy, the Spaniard’s head thrown back and her breath catching in her throat at the idea of being spread out on a bed while her friends took turns using her and watching. 

Now, though, as much as her thoughts are racing, Ona can’t think of anything else that Lucy would have needed to book a hotel room for, and her jaw drops open as she searches Lucy’s eyes. “Amor, what did you do?”

Lucy smirks, drawing her hand away from Ona’s center so the shorter woman can focus on what she’s saying. “Leila texted me a few weeks ago, wanting to come to Barcelona for your birthday to surprise you. And I realized Feli was already going to be here with Wolfsburg, and Leila suggested we invite Patri. For… old time’s sake.” Lucy winks at Ona, pausing for a minute to read the expression on her freckled face before continuing. “They’re all upstairs, waiting to spoil the birthday girl. But it’s totally up to you, if you don’t want this anymore or you’re not ready to do this tonight, I’ll text them right now and we can just play games and watch movies all night.” Lucy draws Ona’s hand up to her mouth to press a kiss to the back of it. “With clothes on,” she adds as an afterthought.

Ona looks at Lucy, the shock written across her face quickly morphing to neediness and lust as she processes what’s waiting for her upstairs. “Are you sure this is okay?” she asks, feeling the throbbing between her thighs intensify but needing to know that Lucy really wants this. “I don’t need this, you know. I’m yours, always.”

“I know you’re mine, princesa.” Lucy wraps her hand around the back of Ona’s neck and pulls her over for a kiss, slipping her tongue immediately into the Spaniard’s mouth before biting sharply on her bottom lip. “You’re my pretty little slut, though, and I want you to feel good,” she murmurs between kisses. “I want to watch you be a whore for your friends, if that’s still what you want.”

Ona puts a hand on Lucy’s shoulder and shoves her back into the driver’s seat, staring at her hungrily with blown pupils before she swings a leg over the console and climbs into her girlfriend’s lap. She can’t help but smile at Lucy’s thoughtfulness, even as she’s gasping against her mouth at the filthy words. “Please,” she whines, slotting her lips together with Lucy’s once more. 

Ona gasps as Lucy slides her hands between their bodies and under her skirt once again, pushing her panties to the side as she runs her fingers through the shorter woman’s wetness.

“That’s what I thought.” Lucy pulls back just far enough to be able to look at Ona and watch the way her chest is heaving. “You’re even wetter just thinking about letting all your friends fuck you. Mi zorrita.”

“Lucia,” Ona moans, tugging on the Englishwoman’s brown hair. “Please.”

“Yeah? You’re sure?” Lucy runs her hands through Ona’s messy hair and tucks it gently behind her ear. 

“Sí, prometo. I’m sure” With one last lingering kiss pressed to Lucy’s lips, Ona reaches over to open the car door, squealing as Lucy picks her up with her hands under Ona’s ass and climbs out of the car before depositing the Spaniard gently on the ground. 

“I love you,” Lucy whispers, kissing Ona’s forehead gently. “If it gets too much, tell me and we’ll stop, okay?”

“I love you more,” Ona whispers. “And it won’t be too much.” She pecks Lucy’s cheek before pulling away with a smirk, grabbing her girlfriend’s hand and nearly dragging her across the parking lot.

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[onabat11e]

i’m yours (lucy bronze x ona batlle)

rating: E for explicit (18+)

warnings: smut, top!ona, bottom!lucy, fingering, cunnilingus

summary: ona finds it fun to wear lucy’s barça jersey. lucy finds it fun to be claimed by ona.

based on this request!

dedicated to @barcaxona for giving me inspo c;

word count: 2.5k

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The door to the bedroom clicked open when Ona walked in sporting a Barça jersey, the shirt fitting slightly oversized. She was wearing a pair of gym shorts, just long enough to be peeking out from the bottom of the jersey. 

Ona was busy reaching up to slide a book back into its place on the top shelf, allowing Lucy’s eyes to skim her body. Suddenly, whatever was on Lucy’s phone was not even the slightest bit interesting because she noticed that it wasn’t just any jersey that Ona was wearing, but her jersey. 

Adventurous eyes continued down Ona’s body and lingered for half a second when Lucy noticed the shirt lifting where Ona was reaching. 

“Mmm, that looks good on you, babe,” Lucy’s eyes fixated on the curve of Ona’s ass sticking out from under the jersey as well as the thickness of her muscular thighs. 

“Yeah, you think so?” Ona smiles, looking over her shoulder at where Lucy was relaxing on the bed. She noticed how Lucy glued her eyes to the lower half of her body, checking her out. 

“Letting everyone know that you’re mine,” Lucy returned her eyes to Ona’s face, a half-smile played on her lips. Ona laughed under her breath and mirrored the expression. 

Lucy and Ona had been hiding their relationship for a while before they decided to turn to a ‘private, but not secret’ approach. It made things easier for the lovebirds, the two unable to keep their eyes off one another, even when the cameras were around. 

“Mmm, I’m yours,” Ona hummed as she turned around to face the bed and swayed her hips as she walked towards Lucy. “And you’re mine,” her voice darkened at the last word. 

Now aware of her heartbeat, Lucy felt a thumping in her chest as she got stared down. Although Lucy had a good few inches of height on Ona, that didn’t matter in the bedroom; Ona could make her feel small - make Lucy feel like her prey. 

“And now it’s my time to claim you,” Ona’s voice dropped, her eyes deepening with lust. Lucy felt a wave of desire spread over her body at Ona’s words. She loved it when Ona took control.

Lucy Bronze was known for being a dominant player, never afraid to throw herself (figuratively and literally) into a match, a ball, or a whole other player. The truth was, with the amount of control she had to exercise in her career - the last thing she wanted was to carry that responsibility into her personal life. 

Regarding the bedroom, Lucy loved nothing more than to give up any control and surrender to her partner’s needs and desires. She couldn’t blame anyone for thinking she would be the opposite, but she was a self-proclaimed pillow princess. 

“Please,” Lucy’s voice was barely above a whisper, Ona’s intense eye contact making her body feel weak. Never taking her eyes off Lucy, Ona climbed onto the bed and lay on her side. She propped herself on one elbow and craned her head down, letting warm breath hit Lucy’s neck. 

“Shh, let me take care of you, baby,” Ona whispered into Lucy’s ear, goosebumps pricking up at the softness of her voice. 

Ona placed one hand on either side of Lucy’s head before leaning in to meet Lucy’s lips. Both women were hungrily trying to deepen their kisses, submitting to each other without a fight. Keen tongues curled together, their moans harmonising as they explored each other's mouths. 

Ona brought a hand to cup Lucy’s face, the pad of her thumb stroking across a sharp jawline before sliding to rest around her neck. The devious hand dipped further to grab Lucy’s chest over her clothing, causing her back to arch into the touch. 

Ona pulls away from the kiss, her teeth tugging on Lucy’s bottom lip as she does so. The two girls pant slightly, and the intensity of their making out is evident on both faces.

“Need this off,” Ona pulled at the hem of Lucy’s t-shirt once more, “Need to see my beautiful girl.” Lucy shyly blushes at the compliment and lets Ona tug the t-shirt over her head, leaving her in her sports bra and sweatpants. 

“You are incredible,” Ona gushes over Lucy’s toned body, a hand resting on Lucy’s collarbone as she leans in to kiss her neck. 

Ona goes to hook her fingers under the Barça jersey to take it off, wanting to match Lucy’s level of undress. Her hands only move a few inches before a voice interrupts the action. 

“Keep it on,” Lucy requested, trying to school her expression into confidence as she reached out to stop Ona’s hands. Seeing that Ona was proud to be hers lit a fire in the pit of her stomach. 

Ona smugly agreed, the corner of her mouth twitching up as her hands dropped the material to return to Lucy’s chest. Her hand slipped under the bottom of Lucy’s sports bra, eagerly pulling the material over her head. 

Whether it be from the temperature change or the stimulation, Lucy’s nipples were now hard and begging for attention. Ona moved to cup over the newly exposed flesh, letting her palms graze over the tips of Lucy’s nipples. 

A muscle in Ona’s jaw feathers as she smirks, her head dipping towards Lucy’s chest. Their eyes locked onto each other as Ona licked her lips and made a show of licking around a nipple.

Staggered breaths echo in the room, Lucy’s body pushing up into the feeling of Ona’s mouth on her. Lucy tried to stifle her moans as Ona pulled away, her teeth tugging on the sensitive tissue.

Ona kissed across Lucy’s chest before taking a patch of skin between her lips, increasing the suction against the skin for a few seconds and then soothing it with slow, flat licks. Ona admired the quickly reddening skin before she repeated the action. 

Ona and Lucy’s favourite thing was to leave marks on one another that only they'd know about, a secret message for only them: ‘I’m yours; you’re mine’. The most common area of choice was each other's chests, close enough to the nipple that they’d always be covered. 

Soft fingers stroked down Lucy’s abs, the muscles tightening under the touch of Ona’s hands. Before Lucy knew it, Ona was tugging her sweatpants down, her body subconsciously lifting from the bed to help Ona remove them.

“My baby is so needy for me, huh?” Ona cups a hand over Lucy’s underwear, feeling the warmth of her arousal through the material. Hips thrust up, trying to grind against anything. 

“I need you,” Lucy begged, her voice weakening at the pressure of Ona looking at her. Lucy’s pelvis chased after the touch of Ona’s hand, desperate for more. Desperate for her. 

“I’m right here,” Ona knew what Lucy meant, but she wanted to hear the words, needed to hear Lucy beg to be fucked. 

“Please, baby,” Lucy’s voice cracked as Ona’s hands played with the waistband of her underwear. Ona raised an eyebrow, the smirk playing at the side of her mouth again. 

That damn smirk will be the death of Lucy, she thinks.  

“Be more specific,” Ona pulls her hand away from Lucy, causing a frustrated whine and a release of air to leave her mouth. Lucy clenched her jaw and took a deep breath through her nose to compose herself before forcing the words out of herself. 

“Just touch me,” Lucy says in almost a whisper, too busy thinking about the intensity of the throbbing between her legs and how much she needed Ona to do something about it. 

“Good girl,” Ona let her hand go under the waistband to run a finger through the pooling wetness, causing Lucy’s head to fall back against the pillow. And, God, she was already embarrassingly worked up from Ona’s voice, Ona’s words, Ona’s expressions. Everything Ona. 

Ona takes pride in breaking down the tough exterior Lucy puts on, using her hands to make the older woman whine and beg for more, using her hands to make the woman entirely fall apart under her touch. 

“I wanna watch you as you cum on my fingers. Think you can do that for me?” She spoke down to Lucy. And maybe it’s the eye contact. Maybe it’s from the low pitch of Ona’s voice. But Lucy doesn’t think she could muster an answer if she tried. 

The slight movement of Lucy’s nod, bottom lip between her teeth, is enough for Ona. Ona doesn’t even bother to pull down Lucy’s underwear properly, her hand tucked between Lucy and the fabric.

Fingers rub up and down Lucy’s heat before they target her clit with teasingly slow circles. Ona loved to watch Lucy’s body come alive under her touch. All the small details: her burrowed eyebrow, jaw going slack, eyes rolling back. She loved to see and hear how she made Lucy feel. 

Lucy’s neck and shoulder are covered in warm kisses as Ona continues to rub at her clit, taking small breaks to dip into her entrance and collect slick heat on her fingertips. 

“Your pussy is so wet for me, isn’t it, baby?” Lucy turns her head into the pillow, a red blush burning her cheeks. “So needy to get fucked like the good girl you are.”

A finger gets pushed in, and Ona can feel the low vibration in Lucy’s chest as she groans at the new sensation. Ona continued to push in further, her fingertips pushing against Lucy’s soft spot and pressing into it. 

“You look so hot right now, taking my fingers,” Ona’s lips brush against Lucy’s neck, her body shuddering from the gentle contact.  

Another finger slipped into Lucy, and the stretch of her quivering pussy around them drove Ona crazy, increasing the speed of her arm pushing into Lucy. Ona whispered sweet nothings into Lucy’s ear as she continued the unrelenting motions of fucking Lucy. 

“Fuuuuuck,” Lucy groaned, body jerking into the tempo of Ona’s fingers. The coil in her stomach impossibly tightened further as Ona mumbled Spanish against her neck. Moans got choked out, and Lucy didn’t know if she could hold back much longer. 

Lucy’s orgasm hits her hard, Ona’s teeth scraping the sensitive skin of her neck as she falls apart, cumming around Ona’s fingers. Ona curls her fingers faster in Lucy’s pulsating wetness, pushing her through her orgasm. 

Once Lucy had come down from her high, Ona removed her fingers slowly and pulled her hand up to her lips. 

Lucy could barely hold in the whine when Ona licked the two fingers before sucking them into her mouth to clean off Lucy’s wetness. Ona nearly growled at the taste of Lucy on her fingers, a desire to primally devour Lucy kicking in. 

“God, you’re addictive,” she said after pulling the digits from her mouth. “I think I need another taste,” Ona kisses Lucy's décolletage again, moving past her breasts and abdomen. As much as Ona wanted to take her time and worship every inch of Lucy’s body, she needed to taste her. 

Ona positioned herself between Lucy’s legs, parting them and bending them at the knee. Warm brown eyes looked up through eyelashes to meet Lucy’s stare, her nimble fingers finding their place around Lucy’s underwear. 

Lucy’s pussy was glistening with need - it might just be the most beautiful thing Ona had ever seen. Lucy’s arousal was begging to be consumed, begging to be taken by Ona. 

Using the spare hair tie on her wrist, Ona threw her hair up into a bun, stray hairs poking out. Desire and need filled Lucy’s eyes, her body coming alive under Ona’s gaze. Ona kissed over Lucy’s thighs, her path leading up to where Lucy’s cum was still shining on her inner thighs. 

“Please, I’m still sensitive,” Lucy almost begs, feeling Ona’s lips placing lingering kisses leading closer and closer to her core. 

“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” Ona winks, kissing Lucy's body and nipping at the delicate skin. She licks at Lucy’s inner thigh before leaving another cleverly hidden mark mere inches from where Lucy was aching for Ona’s mouth. 

“Ready?” The breath from Ona’s words against Lucy’s sensitive cunt made her twitch and ache for Ona’s mouth on her. Lucy’s hand reached down for Ona, intertwining their fingers. Another whine and a nod from Lucy gave Ona the go-ahead. 

Lucy’s body jolts as Ona’s mouth makes contact with her. Her tongue is coated in Lucy’s arousal as she licks up her folds, taking in everything that Lucy is giving to her. 

It could almost be too much, Lucy thinks. Ona’s mouth lightly suctioned onto her whilst her tongue circled her clit. 

Lucy looks down to see Ona between her legs, her head dipped, back arched with her hips in the air. Lucy could see her name, ‘Bronze 15’, written across Ona’s back. She almost prematurely falls apart again right there just from the sight of it. Just from thinking about how Ona is hers and how Ona’s hot mouth is absolutely devouring her pussy right now. 

The grip Lucy had on Ona’s hand tightened - Ona could tell that Lucy was getting close again. Ona placed her other hand flat onto Lucy’s lower abdomen, applying a weight to pin her down to the bed and stop her hips from rocking up.

Ona keeps playing with Lucy’s clit, making quick darts to her entrance to lap up Lucy’s arousal as her core tightens and twitches from Ona’s tongue. 

“Please, baby. I’m so close,” Lucy whined, hips trying to drive against the weight of Ona holding her down. The action just caused Ona to double down, lips sucking on Lucy’s clit once more, her tongue licking wildly across it as she worked to push Lucy into her next orgasm. 

Toes curled, thighs tensed, and breaths shuddered as the pleasure took over Lucy’s body. Between Lucy’s teeth were her fingers, the moan getting choked back as Ona continued to lick at her. Ona messily lapped up Lucy’s cum, letting out breathy laughs as Lucy twitched through the aftershocks. 

Laughs got mixed with whines as Lucy pushed Ona’s head away, not being able to withstand the overstimulation of Ona teasing her with more touches. 

Ona gives in and stops playing with Lucy, sitting back on her heels between Lucy’s legs. Lucy is an absolute vision. Beads of sweat scattered her forehead, the constellation of red marks around her nipples. Ona wonders how she got so lucky that this woman, this beauty, is hers. 

When Lucy managed to open her eyes again, Ona had moved back to be beside her in bed. Lucy can taste herself on Ona’s lips when she leans in for a kiss. It’s hot, and if she wasn’t so far gone already, she might have begged to be fucked again. 

Ona opened her arms, allowing Lucy to shuffle closer into her and rest on Ona’s chest. 

“I’m yours,” Ona said as she kissed Lucy’s forehead. “I’m yours,” Lucy echoed, snuggling her head closer to Ona.

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[gunnerfc]

Ona Batlle NSFW Alphabet [bottom!ona ver.] (18+, Minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

Ona is so needy after sex and doesn’t want to be away from you while she calms down

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Ona’s favorite body part is her neck, she loves when you mark her neck or wrap your hand around it while you fuck her

Her favorite body part is you fingers, because of how good they make her feel

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

You have her lick your fingers after you’ve made her cum

D: Dirty Secret 

Wants to get a mirror somewhere in the room to watch the reflection of you fucking her

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?) 

Ona is experienced but most of her experience comes from being the more dominant person and when she finally learned to be more subessive she was in for a whole new experience

F: Favorite Position 

Doesn’t care what the position is as long as you have your fingers inside her or your mouth on her

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

If she’s been drinking she’ll be a little giddy but for the most part, she’s serious

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

Ona loves intimacy and that doesn’t change in the moment

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC)

You don’t like for her to get herself off but sometimes she feels a bit bratty and will, and she sends you proof that she did which results in some sort of punishment

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

She likes being edged even if it does delay her orgasm, but the one that follows when you finally let her cum has her back arching and she’s seeing stars

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

She doesn’t care where as long as you are making her feel good

M: Motivation (What turns them on?) 

One thing that turns her on is hearing you yell during training, especially if you’re yelling at her for some reason

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

She doesn’t want to do anything dangerous, she’s open to a little pain but anything past that is a no

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Receiving, if she could spend hours with you between her legs, she would

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?) 

It is always sensual but the pace of things changes based on the buildup

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies) 

Quickies don’t give Ona enough time to fully experience everything but once she feels your hands on her, she’s always willing to be a bit late to wherever you need to be

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting) 

Not really, Ona has a set range of things she likes and doesn’t really want to expand past them

S: Stamina (How many rounds) 

You two can go for many rounds of switching things up (how you make her cum)

T: Toys 

Doesn’t prefer them because she prefers when you use your mouth and/or fingers

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

Ona loves being teased even if she’s begging for you to do anything to let her cum

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make) 

She’s not super loud but sometimes you pull louder moans from her

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

Ona never thought she’d be the one to beg for someone to touch her but the first time you edged her during sex, her most used word was “please”

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s normal for the most part

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

She’s not up for a very long time afterward but she also doesn’t fall asleep right away

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[linamromero]

𝘏𝘖𝘓𝘋 𝘔𝘠 𝘎𝘐𝘙𝘓 /// {𝘖𝘕𝘈 𝘉𝘈𝘛𝘓𝘓𝘌 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙}.

Marrying Ona was the most magical day of your life.

Ever since you met at under 17 national camp you instantly clicked, you went on to play at Levante together. Ona soon realised when she moved to Manchester United that she caught feelings for you which you soon reciprocated when she eventually confessed at your first senior camp.

You and Ona had both agreed for the wedding to be held at a large villa in Vilassar de Mar however yours and her mama insisted you spend the night apart as tradition.

You hadn’t been away from Ona since you went to your parents in Mollet de Vallès for Christmas one year so you felt a little lost although you had Mapi, Alexia, Jenni and Esther with you 24/7.

“Y/N why you so quiet.” Alexia asked sitting on the bed beside you.

“I miss her.” You stuck your bottom lip out.

“Oh Y/N/N!” The captain cooed pulling you into her side.

“Your so whipped.” Jenni cackled from the other side of the room.

“Shut up idiota.” Alexia scolded her.

…

The next day, the day of your wedding you were getting the most attention. Your hair and makeup was done, the four girls were helping you into your dress. Your mama had your flowers she sat watching you get all prepared for your big day.

Esther was zipping up your dress, “Y/N/N you look absolutely gorgeous.”

“Gracias, i just hope Ona likes it.” You felt the detailing of your dress.

“Vale, it’s time is she ready?” Mapi ran into the room with her phone in her hand.

“Sí she is, Y/N come out!” Jenni called.

Alexia opened the doors of the dressing room, your mama handed you your flowers so she could wipe away the tears under her eyes, “Oh my.” Mapi’s jaw dropped.

“Mapi you’re catching flies.” You giggled and her mouth snapped shut.

“You look stunning.” She complimented, “But let’s go Ona is outside!”

“Eeeek!” You clapped your hands together, excited that your finally get to marry the woman you love.

You took a deep breath standing at the top of the stone steps, Mapi, Alexia, Jenni and Esther by your side, your father linked your arm with his walking down the stairs.

Music began to play, all of your guests which consisted of yours and Ona’s national teammates and league teammates rose from their seats watching you, your bridesmaids and your father walk down the aisle.

You stood beside Ona clearing your throat, “Hi nene.”

“Hi querida.” You responded with a big smile on your face.

“I have no words, you look unreal.” Ona looked you up and down.

“So do you nene.”

Everyone sat down in their seats so the register could begin, "Bienvenida, we are gathered here today to join Ona Batlle Pascual and Y/N Rivera Sanchéz in holy matrimony." She started.

"I Ona Batlle Pascual take thee, Y/N Rivera Sanchéz to be my lawful wedded wife. I promise to care for you, to give you my love and friendship and to respect you and cherish you throughout the rest of our lives together." Ona spoke, squeezing your hands tight.

A tear slipped from your eyes, squeezing your hands tighter, "And i Y/N Rivera Sanchéz take thee, Ona Batlle Pascual to be my lawful wedded wife. I also promise to care for you, to give you my love and friendship and to respect you and cherish you throughout the rest of our lives together." You said wiping the tears from under your eyes.

“Puede basar a la novia!” The register announced.

You both walked down the aisle hand in hand, Mapi in her element throwing confetti at the newly weds. You headed inside for the reception, the main room all your guests were sat on tables whereas you, Ona, Alexia, Mapi, Leila, Laia and yours and Ona's parents sat on the main table, "Mi esposa."

“Mi esposa.” You smiled at Ona kissing her on the lips again, holding her hand.

After everyone had finished eating their meals, Ona stood up clinking a knife on her champagne glass, "I'd like to make a speech." Ona announced, “Para mi esposa, i'm excited for life now that we are married and i hope to extend our family soon, i would like to thank you for being there for me throughout our wins, our losses and our draws, i can't wait for what the future holds, when i first met you at the under 17 camp, I just knew we were going to be friends from the start, pranking our dear Mapi on the daily but as soon as we hit the senior team i knew you were the one for me and look where we are now, te amo mucho nene."

Everyone applauded Ona's speech before she passed the microphone over to you, a tear slipped from your eyes at her beautiful words, "Gracias mi amor, i'm so glad that i met you Ona you've changed my life and made the best i can be and i'm excited too, i know our relationship has been a rollercoaster, having its ups and downs, but mainly ups moving to Manchester meaning i have to wake up to your face every morning, our days are full of laughs, cries and love which i wish to carry on with you, te amo mucho guapa."

…

It was later on in the evening, drinks were flowing and Mapi was trying to get you and Ona to have your first dance. It got to the point where Mapi went up to the DJ and asked to play your song which was Hold My Girl by George Ezra.

Ona eventually dragged you to the dance floor, holding you close her hands snaked around your waist whilst you hung your arms around her neck placing your foreheads together creating a bubble just the two of you. You swayed to the music, a smile broke out on both of yours faces knowing this is the best day of your lives.

Your wife was chewing her lip so you brought your index finger up to her chin tilting her head upwards to look you in the eyes, leaning in you kissed her deeply you could taste the alcohol on her lips. The song faded out, you intertwined your hand with hers walking off the dance floor.

You promised each other that you wouldn't get too drunk as you wanted your wedding night to be as special as possible. You walked out onto the large balcony of the master bedroom leaning on the stone wall over looking the large garden where they got married earlier that day.

The air was still warm as it was summertime in Vilassar de Mar, you were stood in just your wedding underwear, barefoot your Jordans strewn in the bedroom.

Ona came out in just a robe looking at the beautiful view in front of her, “Hõla mi esposa.”

“Hõla nene.” You responded turning to face her.

“You look absolutely incredible." Ona commented looking you up and down.

“Gracias nene, what have you got on under there." You toyed with the belt of her white silk robe.

"You'll have to come in and find out." She winked at you swaggering back into the room with you chasing after her.

…

#mapi león #barca #barcelona #fcb femení #woso #woso x reader #barcelona femeni #ona batlle #ona batlle x reader #woso community #woso fanfics #esther gonzalez #leila ouahabi #jenni hermoso

[mapileonxputellas]

Spanish or Dating? (Ona Batlle x Reader)

Sorry for the long break but updates will be a lot more frequent now. In honour of the Leila and Ona photo from this weekend which had everyone freaking out even though Leila had someone else there. Note: translations are at the bottom (google translate before my Spanish wrong) Feel free to send in your requests. 3k words x

Spanish or dating? That age old question.

Sometimes it can be one or the other, sometimes it can be both. In this case your nationality was known, the both of you were Spanish and there was no hiding that. Your relationship on the other hand was something you’d never felt the need to make a statement about, not to mention how amusing it was to the both of you that no-one had figured it out yet. Family and close friends from back home knew but no-one else.

You weren’t exactly hiding it, you regularly posted photos of each other cuddling or quite close but your nationality stereotype meant no-one ever connected the dots. Not the fans or your teammates.

The both of you moved over to Manchester in 2020, however your alliances spread to different sides of the city. Ona moving to Manchester United from Levante and you making the move to City from Barcelona where you had been an up-and-coming prospect in need of game time after two years with the Spanish giants.

The two of you already knew each other from the national team however your times in Barcelona did not overlap. You started off as roommates, turned friends, turned best friends, turned girlfriends.

It was March 2020 when you both separated to go back and spend the pandemic with your families in Spain it became clear how much you really did mean to each other and when you both moved back to start the new season you made the first move. Nearly three years later you were stronger than ever.

Of course it helped that Deyna, Leila and Laia were also in Manchester now and it was no longer always just the two of you hanging out all the time but still very few rumours circled around you both.

“Where’s Y/N?” It felt like your flat was never empty, both of your teammates were regulars at your flat and this time it was the united players spread around your living room with Ona.

“She’s gone shopping after training.” Ona answered Ella’s question as the two of them along with Alessia and Millie spread out on the sofas after their own session. “She should be back soon.”

“Do you think she’d mind if we ordered pizza?”

“You know she would.” Whereas United had just come from a win at Old Trafford you had a late night training session preparing for your game against Arsenal tomorrow. Any other day you would be up for it but tonight you told the girls you would cook for them when you got back.

Out of the two of you, you were definitely the stricter one and whereas Ona was seen by fans as almost this ball of fluff, you were almost the complete opposite. Slightly intimidating when you needed, always tense on the pitch to be but around your friends you were just like Ona.

“Cariño estoy en casa” You shouted as you opened the door to your flat.

“The girls are already here, we’re in the lounge.” Ona replied.

“Hi Y/N.” Ella also shouted.

“Hi Ella. Hi girls.” You got a replies back from the rest of the group as you stuck your training gear in the corner and quickly nipped into your shared room to change into some sweats, otherwise known as Ona’s sweats.

The empty spare room, which people presumed was your room holding your summer clothes as the wardrobe you shared in your room was a free for all of both your winter clothes.

Before you then joined them in the living room, a smile on your face as you took in Ona in your clothes. “Good game?”

“A great game if you can beat Arsenal tomorrow.” Alessia answered.

“I mean we’ll try but not for you.” You said before moving to stand behind Ona, bending down to press a kiss to her cheek as your hands found cradled her chin. “Gran victoria mi pequeña superestrella”

“Gracias, ¿cómo estuvo tu día, querido?” She said pressing a kiss to your own cheek as she looked up at you.

“Buena, now who’s ready for some chicken pasta?” Even though you would consider yourself a good cook that was your signature dish, a creamy chicken pasta which everyone seemed to love and seemed appropriate both pre and post-match.

“You know Y/N if you don’t find someone soon I’ll marry you.” Alessia commented.

“Very funny,” Ona dry laughed before jumping out of her seat and wrapping her arms around your waist as you hugged her back, her lips again finding your cheek.. “She’s mine.”

“All yours, now come on.”

It was moments like this, moments that happened often, that for anyone else might spark rumours but no-one in the room batted an eyelid.

You were just Spanish.

……

“I didn’t know Ona was coming today.” Leila asked Y/N as they sat in the changing room the next afternoon at half time, having heard rumours of a certain Spaniard in the crowd.

“Yeah she mentioned she would come. Check out the composition.” You said tying your boots once again. “I think Ella was coming with her.”

“Did you see her before you left this morning?”

“I did.” I mean it would be hard not to when you woke up in her arms every morning. “She made me a coffee.”

“God you two are like a little old married couple.”

“Shut up.”

It wasn’t exactly uncommon either to attend matches other than your own and that’s how Ella and Ona found themselves at the Academy stadium the next morning watching City beating Arsenal  in the second half. With a two goal cushion the game was fairly safe with only ten minutes left and with that Ella’s attention turned to the Spaniard.

“I heard someone in training today say they were going to ask you about Y/N…. see if she’s single.”

“Did you?” She kept a straight face going between the actual game and the game on her phone.

“Would you mind? See if she’s up for going on a date.”

“Ask her yourself.”

“You know I saw something interesting yesterday, I don’t snoop and I wasn’t like looking but Y/N said I could borrow her nail file and I went to go and get it but then I kind of saw the photo.”

“What photo?”

“The photo on your bedside table…. The one of you kissing.”

“Well I guess you did need a little help working it out” Ona knew you wouldn’t be angry about your secret unravelling and she wasn’t either. “Surprise.”

“What the fuck? You’re actually dating, like actually dating.”

“Like actually dating.” Ona imitated the confused English woman.

“For how long.”

“Nearly three years now.”

“Shut up, you’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“So all that time, you weren’t just being overly friendly with her.”

“You’re so smart Ella, well done.”

“Shut up, I actually can’t believe this.”

One almost wished she had lied and made an excuse about the photo when Ella then wouldn’t stop asking questions about her relationship for the rest of the match. When the final whistle rang the two of them stayed up in the stands until the majority of the crowd had left and the two of them could make their way down to the city girls.

“Hey girls.” You came over all sweaty from playing the full ninety minutes in the midfield giving Ella a quick hug before wrapping your arms around Ona. You would have stayed there much longer had it not been for Laia and Leila coming over to greet their Spanish teammate before moving over to the rest of the lingering crowd. “Starting to worry about us?”

“No way.” Ona answered, wrapping her arms around you once again to whisper in your ear. “Ella knows.”

“Ella knows what?” You questioned the midfielder.

“That you two have been sneaking around, behind our backs.” She pouted. “I can’t believe I missed all the signs, it was so obvious.”

“You’re telling me, I mean the only thing you didn’t do is walk in on us.”

“I’m never walking into your flat unannounced again.”

“Yeah, don’t do that.” The smirk you and Ona shared reminded you of that moment less than a year ago when your secret was nearly unveiled.

“Ona! Y/N! I’ve brought donuts.”

That was the last thing you wanted to hear in that moment, Leila’s voice resounding around the flat. She made the move to Manchester less than a week ago and you were really here only friends in the city.

The problem was that yourself and Ona had been celebrating your second anniversary which fell in the midweek and one thing had led to another causing you both to be left naked in your bed at not even 8 o’clock.

“Where are you both?” That made you realise that not only was Leila in your flat you could hear her footsteps and it wouldn’t be too long before she reached your door.

“Don’t come in.” Ona shouted to her, scrambling out of the bed and tugging the nearest clothes on “We’re in here, I’m just getting changed and Y/N’s in the bathroom.”

“Why did you say that?” You whispered.

“I panicked, what was I meant to say ‘oh sorry we were in bed together’.”

“Why is she not in her own bathroom?” Leila’s voice came again.

“Erm, the shower broke. She had to borrow mine.” Thankfully Ona made that up on the spot but it still wasn’t convincing.

“Okay.” Leila didn’t sound convinced but let it go. “I’ll be in the living room, I’ve got donuts.”

“Thanks Leila.” Ona said, pulling you back into her. “I can’t believe she chose now to turn up.”

“Get some clothes on.” You ordered, pressing a kiss to her pouting lips. “I guess I better dampen my hair a bit.”

@Y/Nfan1: Saw Y/N and Ona at the match cuddling today after the match. We love our Spanish besties.

……

To Ella’s credit she never said a word about what she knew, well at least to your knowledge.

The first time the fans had even the slightest inkling that something more could be going on and clocked onto your previous moments together was at Leila’s birthday.

You couldn’t arrive with Leila as you promised Ellie and Alex you would get ready with them but that just meant you had the joy of watching her reaction as you arrived. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t clocked her immediately, your white suit that she had obviously borrowed took your breath away as her eyes trailed on your figure in just a black wrap dress.

“Hola.” You greeted Laia, Deyna and Leila who were also at her end of the table, a seat spare between Ona and Laia. “You all look stunning.”

“Not as stunning as you, mi hermosa.” Leila said, wrapping her arms around you as you sat down, Ona’s arm immediately coming to rest on the top of your chair, her fingertips lightly dragging over your exposed collarbone. “Maybe we can find you a girl tonight.”

You didn’t have to look at Ona to say she would be pissed off by that comment, a little scowl forming on her face but the indicator was the hand which came to grip your thigh underneath the silk material of your dress. “No way, tonight is all about you Miss Ouahabi.”

Thankfully someone else distracted you and that left you free to speak to the girl to your left.

“You look incredible tonight mi vida.” You whispered in her ear, noticing the glass of wine already in front of you. “Is this for me?”

“All for you, just like you’re mine later.” She whispered back discreetly, squeezing your thigh. “I can’t believe you’ve got me hanging out with the enemy.”

“We hang out with them all the time and I’m always with your teammates.”

“Yeah but not like the full time, we haven’t done that in a long time.”

“Well we’ll all be together next week.” Next week it was your birthday and you were having a little soiree, you wouldn’t call it a party as you didn’t want your flat to be trashed but teammates from both sides of Manchester were being invited.

One thing you love and hated about Leila was that girl knew how to party. Loved because she knew how to have a good time and therefore you were able to let loose for the night having beat Chelsea earlier in the day. Hated because that left you and Ona very tipsy and therefore boundaries you usually had were smashed into smithereens.

“Let me take a photo.” Leila said just as you were about to suggest maybe it was time to go home and stop drinking before you were at risk of throwing up. “My senoritas.”

You had to make room to all fit in the photo frame and that meant squashing up so you were half on Ona’s chair, almost on her lap as your arm wrapped around her waist. That move left yours and Ona’s lips barely inches away from each other and as you looked her in the eye all you could think about was just tipping your head forward and placing your lips on hers.

“Cheese girls.” Leila broke you out of your spell as you turned to look at Alanna taking the photo.

Alanna took the photo and Laia went to go and sit back down again but before you moved back you turned to Leila. “Can you take one of just Ona and I?”

“Of course.”

You would never have done this stone cold sober and neither would Ona but that would be tomorrow’s problem as you moved so you were sat on Ona’s knee sideways, facing the camera as you rested your head on her shoulder.

“You two are so cute.” Esme commented from further down the table. “Lauren would never take a photo like that with me.”

“Shut up.” You heard Lauren shout back to her former roomie but you focused back on the camera.

It was too good not to post the photo. Even with your blurry eyes you could see the love in both of your eyes in the multiple photos Leila had took, some of you looking at the camera but one really stood out for you. The both of you were looking at one another, your hands clasped together in your lap as you couldn’t help but laugh at whatever someone must have said.

Nothing could stop you posting it, tagging Ona and leaving the caption ‘mi vida’ with a love heart and as you woke up to a few comments the next morning suggesting you were maybe something more than just Spanish you couldn’t help but pull your girlfriend closer to you, prepared to let this unravel together.

…..

Birthdays with Ona were your favourite. You would have been happy with just spending the day with her but thankfully you had both played your games yesterday and so your wish and more could come true. She was the most thoughtful person you knew from breakfast in bed to a spa day together in a fancy hotel, something you had being wanting to do for a while, and then a fancy meal together.

Now you were stood in your kitchen, all your friends around you as you sipped on your favourite cocktail.

“Have you had a nice birthday?” Millie asked coming to wrap her arms around your shoulders. “Has our girl spoiled you?”

“I’ve had the best day. We went out today and she got me some concert tickets.” Not to mention the trainers and clutch bag you had been eyeing for months but that was maybe too much to not be suspicious.

“Ready!” You had no idea who shouted that but all of a sudden the lights went out, Ona appearing from the doorway with a cake full of candles in her hand. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Y/N. Happy birthday to you!”

This felt like the moment as you blew out the candles, everyone cheering and Ona set down the cake next to you to be able to wrap her arms around you. You had your girl, you had all your friends around you and more importantly you just felt content.

“Ready?” You whispered in Ona’s ear, she recognised the look on your face and knew what was coming as you cradled her chin, bringing your lips down onto her own.

“Oh my….” You heard someone shout as you pecked her lips again.

“I’m no expert but I don’t think Spanish people do that with everyone.” Lauren questioned. “Wait are you two dating?”

“We are.” Ona confirmed.

“How long has this been going on?”

“We got together nearly three years ago.” You answered Hayley’s question. “I can’t believe it took you this long to work it out and we basically did the work for you.”

“Did anyone know?” Chloe asked. “I can’t believe this has been right in front of our eyes and we didn’t connect the dots.”

“Who’s their favourite?” Ella stepped forward. “I am, I knew.”

“How did you know and I didn’t?” Laia asked.

“We didn’t exactly tell Ella, she found out.” You told everyone.

“In other words I found a picture of them kissing and they had to spill their little secret.” Ella teased you both. “Don’t get it out by the way, I had to bleach my eyes when I saw it.”

“Very funny.”

“Wait…” Leila’s spoke up. “You weren’t in the shower that time were you?”

You and Ona couldn’t help but burst out in laughter, your reaction a stark difference to everyone’s confused looks and Leila’s disgusted face.

“I’ll let you work that one out for yourself.”

This time you left no room for confusion. Alanna once again had been the perfect camerawoman, ready on call to snap a photo of the kiss. You cake in the background and your arms wrapped around her neck as hers went around your waist.

‘Spanish or dating?”

Estoy en casa – Honey, I’m home

gran victoria mi pequeña superestrella – great win my little superstar

Gracias, ¿Cómo estuvo tu día, querido? – Thank you, how was your day my dear?

Buena – good

#ona batlle #ona batlle imagine #ona batlle oneshot #ona batlle x reader #woso x reader #woso #woso imagines #woso imagine #man city women imagine #man city women #man united #manchester united #manchester united women #man united women #espwnt x reader #espwnt imagine #espwnt

[didalexiabreakupwitholgayet]

Am I the only one still pissed off at the interview of alexia being asked how to pronounce Ona Batlle but she thought they meant Lucy bronze because Alex Scott absolutely battered ona’s name to the point Alexia didn’t heart it and they laughed too hard like what’s so funny 😭😭 idk it’s probably funny to other people but I get so irritated everytime I watch it

so let me just preface this to say that i love kate abdo. i think she always tries to keep these segments classy. on the other hand, micah richards and jamie carragher can be too much for me. and didn't alex scott commentate or least provided punditry when ona played for manchester united? shouldn't she know how to say ona's name when ona was one of the best rbs/wingbacks in the wsl last season?!

anyway, i do feel a little bad for alexia because not only was this one of her longest interviews in english, but she also had to deal with the delay from the studio to where she was calling in. i honestly thought alexia was too cute and endearing and handled it quite well given the circumstances. but yeah, it didn't make me angry so much as cringe hard at the hosts and shake my head.

again, i'm sorry to my english anons because i'm sure you are all lovely, but there are stereotypes that spanish have for tourists from the uk, especially when it comes to language, and yeah...enough said.

bottom line: all these commentators, especially the dazn ones, need to be doing a better job.

#alexia putellas #alex scott #fcb femení #futfem #woso #kate abdo #jamie carragher #micah richards

[repulsiveliquidation]

Masterlist.

Requests are open. If there is a WIPs you'd like to offer ideas for, feel free!

I write for everyone down here, mainly Arsenal WFC and FC Barcelona Femeni.

Alexia Putellas

Aitana Bonmati

Ona Batlle

Lucy Bronze

Leila Ouahabi

Ingrid Engen

Maria Leon

Leah Williamson

Lotte Wubben-Moy

Georgia Stanway

Maya Le Tessier

Jessie Fleming

Alessia Russo

I do not write for Katie McCabe, Ella Toone, Lia Wälti, Laura Wienroither, The Tillies, and certain Spaniards. However, feel free to ask me anyway if you have a request!

key : fluff = 💛, angst = 🚨, smut = 🔞

WIPs

Writer x Reader

Jessie Fleming

You Drew Stars Around My Scars 🚨🔞

Thorn in my Side 🚨

Wake Up Call 🔞

Jill Roord

The White Suit 🔞

Oral Fixation 🔞

Say Yes to Heaven 🔞

Elevators 🔞

Leila Ouahabi

Eyes on Me 🔞

Group Project [The Orgy] 🔞

Want, Not Need. Pt. 1

Want, Not Need Pt. 2

Careful Planning

Two is Better than One

Aitana Bonmatí

Ecstasy 🔞

Hope, Coffee, and Poetry 🔞

earmuffs 🚨

fidgets 💛

pretty lights 💛

lather 💛

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Baby It’s Cold Outside 🔞

Alexia Putellas x Leah Williamson

Time Consuming 🔞

Time Difference 🔞

Alexia Putellas x María León

Twice the Pleasure 🔞

María León x Ingrid Engen

Crippled 🔞

Arsenal Women

Chosen Family 💛

Alexia Putellas

Scars 🚨

Broken 🚨

Claire De Lune 🚨

all the rain in the world. 🚨

Darlin' I'd Wait For You 💛

Paris 🔞

If I have to ask, I don't want it. 🚨

Fire and Ice 🔞

beige. 🔞

One Call Away 🔞

Bottom Ale 🔞

Betrayed 🔞

Show Me 🔞

Ona Batlle

without you 🚨

Too Dangerous 🔞

To Love Someone 🔞

The Best of Me 🔞

Backseat 🔞

Touchy Feely 🔞

don’t let them hear. 🔞

Angel in the House 💛

Royalty 💛

La Princesa 💛

She's going to be okay. 💛

I don't think you deserve gentle darling. 🔞

Touch me like nobody else does. 🔞

Leah Williamson

Guardian of My Heart 🚨

Sun to Me 🚨

Alone 🚨

good excuse 🔞

When I’m with you, there is no one else because I get heaven to myself. 💛

Cookies and Cuddles 🔞

baby bear 🔞

dreams 🔞

don't wander 💛

Kiss Me Before You Go 💛

Arsenal's Number 6 🔞

Blueberry Pancakes 💛

Fore! 💛

They could never be mad at you. 💛

Nightmares and Hot Chocolate 💛

Leah Williamson x Lucy Bronze

I've got you. 💛

Georgia Stanway x Leah Williamson

I don't need you. 💛

Maya Le Tessier

I'm not sick. You're delusional. 💛

Georgia Stanway

Lazy Saturdays and Scrambled Eggs 💛

#woso soccer #woso imagine #leah williamson #ona batlle #georgia stanway #maya le tissier #lucy bronze #mapi león #ingrid engen #alexia putellas #laia aleixandri #jill roord #leila ouahabi #lotte wubben moy #aitana bonmatí

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Scars - Ona Batlle x Reader

A/n: I am going to say that this fic includes implied/suggested past self harm, so read at your own risk, nothing really explicit is said but still be careful, look after yourselves. This was a fic idea from a fic challenge where the title was suggested to me by an anon, then an anon provided feedback that the fic would be a good read, so I hope it is... it's short but sweet though (like me hehe)

///

You hid them well. Under clothes, under tattoos in some cases. For some of your scars were accidental. Some were from the ACL surgery you'd had a few years ago, you were just unlucky back then. Some weren't accidental.

It felt like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped over your head, goosebumps running up your skin as her fingers began to trace each scar on your body, her eyebrows knitted together as she wondered the story behind each one.

"Ona... that tickles."

“I have never seen these…” Ona whispered, meeting your eyes as you turned around, feeling Ona’s hands rest on your waist, fingers running over old scars.

“We hadn’t exactly gotten to that point yet. But I guess you were going to see them eventually.” You explained, letting out a sigh as you leaned into Ona’s touch.

Neither of you had planned to get caught by the rain, but the two of you were foolish, and went out in Manchester without coats. Both drenched by the time you had returned to your place.

Ona was borrowing some of your clothes. The relationship was still fresh at 2 months, so she hadn’t got a lot of clothes at your place yet.

Getting changed in your room, you removed your wet clothes first, grimacing at how your socks were somehow also damp, along with your soggy shoes.

You hadn’t heard Ona walk in, she hadn’t meant to walk in when you were in a state of undress, but she had already walked over, fingers gently running over the scars she had no idea that you had.

“Can, can I put some clothes on? It’s not exactly warm, despite how much my skin is on fire as a result of your touch.” You stumbled over your words slightly as Ona’s fingers ran over your pelvic bone and towards your thigh, making her realise what she was doing as her ears burned.

“Yes, yes… clothes…” Ona fumbled, watching as you turned around to reach for the dry clothing laid out on your bed.

It wasn’t just scars you were hiding, Ona realised, her eyes widening in wonder of how you had managed to hide your back from her, taking in each detail, each scar or tattoo, before it was covered by the t-shirt you put on.

“A lot of my…scars, bring up bad memories. Like my ACL injury when I was younger,” your fingers gestured to your knee as you sat on the edge of your bed to explain, and tug on a comfy pair of jogging bottoms, grabbing the pair of socks too, “I struggled through that recovery, developed unhealthy coping mechanisms,” your fingers ran over the tattoos on your arms, but it wasn't the tattoos themselves you were focussed on.

Upon closer inspection, Ona’s eyes widened again, realising that some of your tattoos were covering scars on your body.

“The scars fuck with my body confidence too. Luckily, or maybe not, I’m sponsored by Nike, so I can use that as an excuse to wear their UV swim shirts and a pair of swimming trunks on holiday. Otherwise, I don’t change in front of people often, even the team. You’re… you are the first person to see this much of me in a long time.”

You weren’t used to being this vulnerable. Barely able to look at Ona, your eyes stayed on your hands, watching as she gently took your hands in hers and gently squeezed.

“Then I am the first to say this in a long time, yes?” Ona paused as you frowned slightly, wondering what she was saying, but she was smiling softly, one of her hands moving to run over fingers over your arm.

“Your scars, they show you are a survivor, and they make you even more beautiful. You don’t have to hide them, not from me, I think that you are beautiful, and so strong, mi amor.” Ona met your glassy eyes, gently reaching over to wipe away a tear that managed to escape.

Opening your mouth, you wanted to speak but no words left your lips, leaving Ona to pull you into her arms. You buried your face in her shoulder as you held onto her, her body muffling your sobs.

Whispering sweet comforts into the crown of your head, Ona pressed a quick kiss there before continuing to hold you in her arms. Her beautiful survivor.

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[museanddream]

Heaven || Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze x reader

Warnings: 🔞 || threesome, poly relationship, fingering, oral sex, strap-ons, degrading language, bottom!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Part 1 of 2

If heaven was a place, it would be right here.

Here, between your girls, your back pressed against Lucy’s chest, one of her hands plucking at your nipple while her other holds your knee up, making space for Ona to feast between your legs.

“Use your fingers,” Lucy commands Ona. “She wants you inside her.”

Ona lifts her head, lips shiny with your arousal, then runs her fingers through your dripping folds before she sinks a single finger into you.

“I can speak for myself,” you huff, though your words slip into a moan as Ona curls her finger inside you.

Lucy pinches your nipple roughly, which in turn causes you to buck your hips up into Ona’s hand. You’re coherent enough to chat back, but not enough to remember that it’s a bad idea to do so. Especially when Lucy is in one of her commanding moods.

“Oh, you can?” Lucy hums into your ear, and you realise too late that there will be consequences for what you said. Lucy addresses Ona next, “Add another one. You’re not fucking her hard enough if she can talk.”

Ona hooks her finger against your front wall to elicit a moan from your throat as she drags it out slowly, before replacing one finger with two on the next thrust. Her movements are rougher, the base of her thumb grazing your clit with every thrust, just enough pressure to remind you how desperate you are to come but not enough to actually get you close.

“Can she take three?” Lucy asks Ona, watching the way that Ona’s fingers enter and leave your body with fascination.

“I think so,” Ona answers, and it drives you insane, the way they’re talking about fucking you as casually as if they were discussing what to cook for dinner. “It’d be a stretch but she’s wet enough. Or we could…”

Ona’s fingers have stilled inside you and you open your eyes, feeling the way that your girlfriends are silently communicating with each other while you lie back against Lucy, a desperate mess between them. You watch Ona’s eyes flicker towards the nightstand as she wordlessly asks for Lucy’s permission and you involuntarily clench around Ona’s fingers at the thought of them using one of the many toys in the bottom drawer on you.

“Please,” you beg, needing to feel full, fuller than the two fingers currently nestled in your cunt. You want to be stretched open, to feel the soreness of a thorough fucking tomorrow.

Despite the way she looks down at you from where she’s knelt between your legs, Ona’s brown eyes are soft, almost understanding of your predicament. You have no doubt in your mind that if it was just the two of you, she’d give in to your every request, pleasure you exactly how you asked her to and make you come over and over again until you could no longer move.

Lucy is not quite so accommodating.

“Oh, really? You want our cock?”

The way that Lucy refers to it as their cock has you dripping onto the sheet, bucking your hips up into nothing as Ona withdraws her fingers and walks over to the nightstand to look for the harness. Ona might be the one about to fill you up but there’s no doubt that it’s both of them who are fucking you, Ona listening obediently to every command that Lucy gives you as they slowly bring you to ruin.

“Please.”

“Please what?” asks Lucy, sending one of her hands south down your body to replace Ona’s, brushing over your clit and down towards your entrance with barely enough pressure to tease, let alone give you the pleasure you crave.

It’s still enough to have you whining and begging.

“Please, I want your cock. Fill me up. I need it.”

Lucy drags her hand back up your body, ghosting over your throat with wet fingers before she slides them past your lips, encouraging you to clean your own arousal from her deft digits with your tongue.

“You heard her, Ona,” says Lucy, releasing her fingers from your mouth with a wet pop and deliberately smearing your saliva over your own chin. “Give the slut what she wants.”

Satisfied with the fit of the harness against her hips, Ona returns to the bed and kneels between your spread legs. The silicone cock nudges against your thigh, mere inches from where you ache to be filled, as Ona crawls up the bed and covers your body with hers. You think she’s coming in to kiss you and tilt your head to accommodate her mouth, but she bypasses you completely, instead kissing Lucy over your shoulder.

They kiss slowly, messily, and it’s normally one of your favourite things to watch your girlfriends kiss each other in front of you but right now, sandwiched between their hot bodies with Ona’s cock against your leg taunting your empty cunt, you wish they’d hurry up and get to the main event.

You thought you were doing a pretty good job of being patient while they kiss as if you’re not even there, holding back the whines and pleas that threaten to slip from your throat, but clearly not well enough. Your hips buck subconsciously, trying to get a bit of pressure from the toy that is so close to where you need it, yet still too far away.

And of course Lucy notices.

“Oh, was there something you wanted?” Lucy taunts you as Ona’s mouth descends to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to the hollow of Lucy’s throat.

“Please, Luce,” you beg. “Want Ona to fuck me.”

“Go on,” Lucy tells Ona, who grabs a pillow and slides it under your hips with Lucy’s help. “No need to be gentle, not when she’s this desperate. Need to show her who’s in charge.”

Lucy is the one in charge, even as Ona gets into position between your spread legs and rubs the head of her cock against your folds, nudging easily against your clit with the help of your natural lubrication. Lucy, the puppetmaster, holding your legs open as Ona, her willing marionette, listens to every word of instruction that Lucy gives for your pleasure. It’s almost demeaning, like you’re not good enough, not worthy enough, to be fucked by Lucy herself, instead having her pull the strings as Ona does the work for her.

“Ready?” Ona asks, testing your entrance again with two deft fingers, before using the string of arousal that clings to her digits when she pulls out to slick the head of the cock strapped to her hips.

Lucy answers on your behalf.

“She’s ready.”

“Ona, please.”

Ona widens her knees and nudges the head of the cock against your entrance. It’s not the biggest one in your collection - only Lucy is allowed to wear that - but it’s still wider than the fingers Ona prepared you with, the thick head stretching you open as she pushes slowly inside.

“Fill her up,” Lucy orders Ona. “She can take it. She’s not going to break.”

Ona pulls almost all the way out, then pushes back in, deeper this time but just as agonisingly slow.

“More fun to tease her,” Ona counters, her eyes fixated on the point where her cock disappears into your cunt.

It’s not often that Ona disobeys an order from Lucy, always eager to please, but she also knows that the only time she can get away with it is when you’re spread out and desperate between them. Lucy isn’t going to punish Ona for questioning her authority when she’s already got you begging so deliciously.

Ona continues to fill you, sliding the toy into your hole inch by inch, pulling out occasionally before resuming. The stretch is so agonisingly pleasurable that you fumble around until you find Lucy’s hand on your thigh holding you open and grasp at her fingers. Lucy allows it, threading her fingers through yours and giving them a squeeze that almost makes you forget that your girlfriends are on a mission to ruin you, until she speaks again.

“Harder.”

This time, Ona listens. She withdraws a couple of inches, then drives back in with the full force of her hips, filling you completely. Your back arches, your head falling back against Lucy’s shoulder as you let out a cry of pleasure, and Ona’s hips start rhythmically thrusting against yours.

“How does it feel?” Lucy asks, pressing her cheek against yours as she cradles you from behind, the hand that isn’t laced with yours coming up to play with your tits again.

“Good,” you answer, between groans. “Fuck! Really fucking good.”

Lucy pinches your nipple, then addresses Ona again.

“Harder.”

Ona does as Lucy asks, leaning forward to partly cover your body with hers as she plants her hands on either side of you to support her body weight, giving her hips the freedom to pound the cock into your cunt with even more vigour. Ona’s frame is small, but her athleticism has primed her for this, barely faltering as she drives her hips into yours. The toy seems to hit deeper with every thrust, the slight curve to the shaft dragging against your front wall each time she withdraws, only for her to slide straight back in again.

It’s almost perfect, the pleasure building between your legs each time Ona’s hips slap against yours and the cock hits inside you just right. Almost enough to bring you right to the edge, if only somebody would apply the right kind of pressure to your clit to match Ona’s thrusts.

You’ll forgive Ona, her hands busy holding her body up so that she can hit that perfect spot inside you, but it’s frankly criminal that Lucy has two hands and neither of them are playing with your clit.

“Luce, I need…”

“No.”

The hand on your tit comes up to grab your jaw, tilting your head away from where you’d been pressing it into Lucy’s cheek and forcing you to look down your body at where the toy disappears inside you.

“Look at Ona. Look how well she’s fucking you. You don’t need anything.”

Ona lifts her head as she continues to fuck into you and you meet the gaze of her dark eyes. So what if Lucy won’t give you what you want? Maybe Ona will be kinder.

“Ona, please. I want to come.”

“I want her to wait,” Lucy growls, the low rumble of her voice making vibrations against your back that cause all the hairs on your arms to stand to attention.

And that’s not an order Ona is willing to disobey. Unfortunately for you, Lucy seems to have just as much control over Ona as she does over you. Ona’s eyes soften in an apology as she continues to fuck you, though her hips slow slightly to give you a little respite from the pressure building in your core.

“Ona…”

“Lucy said…”

“Lucy can get fucked.”

The words spill from your lips before you can stop them and you know you’re in big trouble.

Ona does too, her hips stilling, the toy buried deep inside you, forcing all your attention onto Lucy.

“What did you say?” Lucy asks, her voice dangerously calm, but you know better than to believe there won’t be consequences for what you said.

You try to stammer your way out of a punishment, despite already knowing your fate.

“Nothing, I…”

“She said you can get fucked,” Ona supplies unhelpfully, interrupting before you can make excuses, or at the very least apologise.

“I thought so,” Lucy says. “That’s not a bad idea, actually. What d’ya think, Ona?”

“You want her mouth?” Ona asks, pulling the strap out and leaving you achingly empty.

“You want her arse in the air.”

Ona smirks, her eyebrows twitching up in agreement, and she uses strong hands on your hips to drag you down the bed towards where she stands at the foot of it.

“Do you like that idea, amor?” Ona asks.

Standing in front of you, Ona’s cock is right there, and you’re in half a mind to wrap your lips around it, cleaning it of your slick, but you’re already in enough trouble with Lucy without putting your mouth on Ona before you put it on her.

Instead, you nod and look back up at Ona as you say, “Yeah.”

“Good girl,” Ona praises you, her eyes full of adoration as she caresses one of your cheeks with her hand.

The tender moment is interrupted by Lucy behind you, impatient to get back to business.

“Get her into position.”

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[women-are-hot]

Love Me Like You Do (Ona Batlle)

Summary: ona and y/n feeling like ivana and the others are hiding something from them and the next day, they found out what.

Warnings: fluff, fluff & fluff.

Ivana’s Pov:

So today Y/n, Ona, Jackie, Vilde, Millie and I are going to have lunch together.

I know it's going to be so fun to be with all my favorite girls, even if Ona and Y/n are in a relationship, they always have time for us.

Now, when we’re talking about Ona and Y/n, they’re always together, but they’re not posting that much of each other on social media.

When they are, it's so cute and the fans just want more.

So today I’m going to film a tik tok video of cute moments they will be doing together.

It will give me likes, so why not…

—

Y/n's pov:

I woke up cuddling with my girlfriend, Ona Batlle. 

Yeah, I know I’m a lucky girl…

Today we’re going to eat lunch with our friends and it's going to be very nice.

Ona and I have to pick Ivana and Jackie up, then we will be meeting up with Millie and Vilde in Manchester.

I got out of my thoughts when Ona nuzzled into my neck and kissed my jaw softly.

"Morning" I said.

"Morning, princess," Ona mumbled.

"Ready for the day?" I asked her.

Ona nodded and began to kiss my neck.

"Ona" I whispered.

"You're so beautiful" she whispered back as she still kissed me down my neck.

"Ona, we have to get out of bed," I said.

"Right," Ona said and stopped to kiss me.

As soon as Ona was out of the room, she lifted me up from the bed and wrapped my legs around her waist. She pushed me against the wall and began to kiss me again.

"Ona, I said we had to get ready," I said, biting my bottom lip.

Then Ona stopped kissing me and looked me right in the eyes.

"No. You said that we had to get out of the bed and now we’re out of the bed" she said and once again kissed me.

I let her kiss me for 2 minutes more and then pushed her off me.

"Okay. You got 2 minutes. Now, we have to get ready” I said

Ona's eyes just softed and then she hugged me.

“It was nice while it lasted," she replied and kissed me on the head.

—

Ivana’s Pov:

Jackie and I stood waiting for Ona and Y/n to come and pick us up.

I told Jackie about my idea of making a tik tok with cute moments of Ona and Y/n.

"That's the best idea ever" she said and high fived me.

Then we heard a car and we saw Ona and Y/n was here.

Jackie and I got inside the car and the cute moments were already starting, cause Ona and Y/n were holding hands together in Ona's lap. Aww how cute!

"Hey guys, how are you?" Y/n said as she gave us a smile.

"We're great, thanks. What about you two?”" Jackie responded and then they began a conversion.

As the two of them began talking, I took my phone up from my pocket and tried to film the cute moment between Ona and Y/n.

Ona then suddenly took her hands out of Y/n's hand as she had to change gear.

Dude, I was filming- Oh wait now Ona took Y/n's hand again.

Okay bro, this looked like something that would happen in a movie.

"Are you filming us, Ivana?" Y/n asked me.

I took my phone away quickly.

"No, I was just taking a selfie" I answered.

"Oh okay, can I see it?" Y/n asked.

PLEASE STOP ASKING QUESTIONS Y/N.

"The light was bad, so I deleted it," I explained.

Damm, I'm good at lying.

"Okay. I can take a picture of you for instagram later, if you want me to?!" Y/n said.

This girl is too sweet!

"Thanks Y/n, you're too kind,” I replied.

—

We were now walking down the street and Ona & Y/n were holding hands. They’re literally the cutest couple I’ve ever seen.

"Film it, Idiot" Jackie whispered to me as the other two girls were walking in front of us.

"Calm down, woman" I responded as I began to film Ona & Y/n holding hands.

"They are so cute," I whispered to myself.

"Who is cute?" Ona asked as she turned around, still holding her girlfriend's hand.

Oh shit, oh shit. Come on Ivana think of something to say.

"Uhm, Jackie and I were just talking about dogs and how cute Maria's dogs were," I explained with a nervous smile that I hoped they wouldn’t pick up on.

"Yeah. Her dog is so cute," Jackie added, trying to help me.

"Maria's dog is really cute and fluffy," Y/n said with a big smile.

"Oh look, there is Vilde & Millie. Lovely" I said and changed the conversation.

Ona and Y/n looked at each other confused, but then went into the restaurant.

"That was close," Jackie whispered to me.

"Too close," I whispered back.

—

Y/n's Pov:

It feels like Ivana and Jackie are hiding something for Ona and I?

I'm pretty sure that Ivana was filming us in the car and then they suddenly began talking about dogs?

Whatever, it's probably just me.

I was texting with my family in our group chat and they wanted a picture of what I was doing right now.

"Ona, my family wants a picture of what we're doing," I said.

"Let's take a selfie of us then" Ona replied.

—

Ivana’s Pov:

The power couple were now taking a selfie for Y/n's family and like of course I had to film it.

"Jackie, we have to pretend we're filming ourselves," I said.

"Okay" Jackie responded simply.

We talked to the camera like we were doing a youtube video. I don't know why, but I don't think Ona and Y/n found out that we filmed them.

So our plan is going great…

"We should be agents," Jackie whispered in my ear.

"You're very right about that, Groenen" I whispered back.

—

Y/n's Pov:

"Ona?" I said as Ona's head was on my shoulder.

"Yeah?" she responded as she kissed my cheek and took her head off my shoulder.

"I think Ivana is filming us," I said.

"I think they're filming us too, but It doesn't matter right?" Ona asked.

"No, but don't you think It's weird?" I answered.

"Ivana likes to film what she is doing all the time. I don't think she is really thinking about it" she said.

"You're probably right," I mumbled.

"Y/n?" Ona said.

"Yes?" I replied.

"Te amo" (I love you) she said and kissed my hand.

I smiled softly at her.

"I love you too" I replied as I softly kissed her.

—

After a nice lunch with the girls, Ona and I had invited them to come over and watch a movie later tonight.

While we waited for them to come, we cleaned our apartment, because It was quite messy.

"Don't you think we're done now?" Ona asked as we sat down on the couch.

"Absolutely" I answered and laid my head onto her chest while she ran her fingers through my hair.

"Then we're now waiting for the other girls," Ona said into my hair.

—

Ivana’s Pov:

Ona and Y/n had invited the girls and I to come over and watch a movie.

Which is perfect, so I can film more of them.

Jackie drove us there over now.

I'm ready to be famous, because of my friends.

—

Y/n's Pov:

The girls were here right now.

I was in the kitchen making snacks for us.

While I was making popcorn, I was suddenly lifted up from behind and I quickly knew who It was.

"Ona set me down!" I said seriously.

Ona then sat me down, but turned me around, so I was in her arms.

"You're so serious. Have a little fun" she said with her adorable smile.

"I just don't want the popcorn to burn" I replied as I tried to get out of her arms.

"You're going nowhere," Ona said and began to tickle me.

"ONA STOP" I yelled as I began laughing too.

"Then stop being so serious, mi amor" she said.

"Okay, I'll stop being so serious," I responded.

"Great! Now make sure that the popcorn doesn't burn" Ona said and left the kitchen.

"IT'S YOUR FAULT IF THEY'RE BURNT"

—

Ivana’s Pov:

"Did you get that?" Jackie asked.

"Jackie, I'm don't dumb. Of course I got it" I answered.

"Got what?" Vilde asked.

"We're filming Ona and Y/n" I said.

"Why are you filming them?" Millie asked.

Ugh, so many questions!

"Because I want likes on tiktok and if I post about them, I will get millions of likes" I answered.

Millie and Vilde looked at me as if I was crazy or something like that.

"That's such a good idea" Millie mumbled.

"Oh I know, Turner," I replied.

"Okay guys. Which movie do you want to see?" Y/n said as she walked into the room.

"HARRY POTTER"

"PRETTY WOMEN"

"KARATE KID"

"JAMES BOND"

We all yelled.

"Dirty Dancing is it then" Y/n said and sat the movie on.

Ona then walked into the room and sat down on the couch beside Y/n.

"Who chose the movie?" Ona asked.

"The girls all wanted to see it" Y/n quickly answered.

"Good choice" Ona said and sat comfortably on the couch with Y/n in her arms.

The movie was starting, but Jackie being an annoying ass had to say something.

"FILM IT" she whispered to me.

"Shut up. I know what I'm doing" I whispered back.

—

Y/n's Pov:

The movie was now done and the girls had gone home.

"I'm so tired," I said as I brushed my teeth.

"Me too, amor. We're going to have a nice long sleep and then we have training tomorrow" Ona replied.

"SLEEP NOW" I yelled and literally jumped into bed.

—

Ivana’s Pov:

"Jackie, do you want to see how fast I can get 1 million likes?" I asked Jackie.

"Omg yes! Let me put on a timer" Jackie answered.

"I'm posting It in 3, 2, 1. BOOM"

Let the likes fall on me now!

—

Y/n's Pov:

This morning my phone went off with notifications.

At some point I had enough of my stupid phone, so I got out of Ona's arms and opened my phone.

"If you're this popular tomorrow too, please shut your phone up" Ona mumbled.

I ignored her as I opened my phone and saw a video on Instagram that Ona and I had been tagged in at least too many times.

The video had small clips of Ona I yesterday.

After I had seen the full video and I knew quickly who had filmed it.

"Oh my fucking god" I whispered to myself.

"What is it?" Ona asked as she sat up too.

I then showed her the video.

Ona just sighed.

"I knew something was up with them," I said.

"I know you don't like getting a lot of attention, but to be honest, we’re kinda cute," Ona replied.

"We are" I said and laid down in her arms again.

Ona didn't say anything. I didn't either.

"I will still have a talk with Ivana later!" I said.

"I know, amor. I'm not dumb" Ona responded.

"To be honest, you're actually pretty dumb" I said.

"Y/N, YOU'RE A LITTLE DEVIL”

—

#woso imagines #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #gxg #espwnt x reader #espwnt imagines #espwnt imagine #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine #ona batlle imagines

[copper-16]

I feel like I've gotten a couple of questions the last few weeks about who I would write for, so I figured I would compile a list of couples I have written about! Went ahead and plopped her into the masterlist as well, just for future reference :) Hopefully this saves people some time haha! Couples at the bottom are those that I have written for in the past, but that I don't write for anymore.

Couples I will write for/have written for in the past (placed in order of who I am most willing to write about, starting at the top):

Ingrid Engen🇳🇴/Mapi León🇪🇸- 20 works 

Jana Fernández 🇪🇸/Jill Roord🇳🇱 - 4 works 

Mariona Caldentey 🇪🇸/Lia Wälti🇨🇭- 2 works 

Caroline Graham Hansen🇳🇴/Marta Torrejón 🇪🇸 - 3 works 

Ona Batlle 🇪🇸/Aitana Bonmatí🇪🇸 - 1 work 

Ona Batlle🇪🇸/Lucy Bronze🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 - 1 work 

Misa Rodríquez🇪🇸/Marta Cardona🇪🇸 - 1 work 

Lola Gallardo🇪🇸 & Andrea Medina 🇪🇸- 1 work 

Fran Kirby🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿/Maren Mjelde🇳🇴 - 4 works 

Ana Maria Crnogorčević🇨🇭/Lia Wälti🇨🇭 - 1 work

Leah Williamson🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿/Lia Wälti🇨🇭 - 1 work 

Sam Kerr🇦🇺/Kristie Mewis🇺🇸- 4 works 

Frida Maanum🇳🇴/Emma Lennartsson🇸🇪- 5 works 

Magdalena Erickson🇸🇪/Pernille Harder 🇩🇰- 2 works 

Jessie Fleming🇨🇦/Niamh Charles🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 - 1 work 

Laura Wienroither🇦🇹/Stina Blackstenius🇸🇪 - 1 work 

Tobin Health🇺🇸/Christen Press🇺🇸 - 1 work

Patri Guijarro🇪🇸/Claudia Pina🇪🇸 - 1 work

Cata Coll🇪🇸/Claudia Pina🇪🇸 - 1 work

Lucy Bronze🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿/Keira Walsh🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 - 5 works 

Ruesha Littlejohn🇮🇪/Katie McCabe🇮🇪 - 2 works