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Always one of my favorites and far too relatable

Tired - Claudia Pina x Reader

Summary: R has been super tired recently and has taken to falling asleep in places they definitely shouldn't

A/N: Believe it or not I started this fic before my recent bout of insomnia, wild. Also, it's not perfect but I wanted to get it out before midnight, I can edit it later.

If there is one thing that your teammates always made fun of you for, it is definitely your ability to fall asleep any and everywhere.

It’s a talent really and while you would love to lie and say that you don’t mean to but sometimes, it is 100 percent on purpose.

Right now it is not one of those times.

You’re stumbling through the airport with your teammates on your way to Sevilla to face Betis. Your movement resembles a zombie's, and you’re sure it’s probably equal parts amusing and worrying.

The trance of your half-asleep state is broken by the sound of your name being called by multiple people.

“Hmm,” you respond, lifting your head to look at the group of women in front of you.

“Did you get any sleep last night,” Aitana asks.

You nod.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m certain,” you lie, trying to stand up straighter, “You know airports make me tired.”

Your sister doesn’t look very convinced but you shoot her one of your usual mischievous smiles before stealing Clàudia’s coffee from her hand and taking a sip.

That does, of course, earn you a pout from your girlfriend but you just grin at her, placing a kiss on the side of her head before taking another sip.

Those two sips of coffee aren’t enough to keep you awake for the flight and you find yourself slumped against the window before the plane even takes off.

One would think that you’d be fine after taking a nap on the flight but that’s not what happened.

You barely woke up enough to get from the plane to the bus and once there you slipped on a pair of noise-canceling headphones and promptly went back to sleep.

The next time the team finds you sleeping somewhere you shouldn’t be is when they enter the locker room for MD-1 training before your next home game.

You’d had an early meeting with some of the training staff and instead of wasting time going home and coming back, you decided to catch a quick nap in the locker room.

It had seemed like a good idea until right now as the volume of the room steadily increased. Maybe you should’ve chosen one of the training rooms instead.

There are a couple of attempts from the older players to shush the rowdy ones but if anything it just makes them get louder.

Barely managing to keep from sighing, you open your eyes and sit up.

You’re not surprised by what you first see, the chaos of the locker room is something you are very familiar with. Most of the time you’re one of the people causing problems or trying to get everyone to laugh.

It’s what you hear that has you ready to go back to sleep.

Before you even have a chance to fully orient yourself, you hear Mariona shout, “Tough luck Pina! Looks like Sleeping Beauty didn’t need a kiss to wake up this time.”

“Mario, don’t be jealous because the girl you want to kiss is in London,” you respond making everyone turn to face you.

Somewhere off to the side, you hear someone mumbling about how you’re incredibly grumpy for someone who just took a nap.

But you ignore them in favor of grabbing your cleats and training jacket before heading out to the field, it always takes you to warm up when you have to worry about waking up at the same time.

Your neverending exhaustion continues to draw attention and it comes to a head during a night out.

You’re sitting in the booth you ad the girls have claimed with your head tilted back and eyes closed.

Unaware of how long you’ve been sitting like that, you jump when you hear something being placed on the table. The sound is immediately followed by the feeling of someone's foot brushing yours as someone takes a seat across from you.

Sitting up, you’re greeted by the sight of Mapi pushing a beer across the table toward you.

Not bothering to ask any questions, you grab the glass and take a couple of sips from it.

“I know you fall asleep everywhere but this is public even for you,” she says.

“I wasn’t sleeping,” you tell her, ‘just taking a moment to myself.”

Your words don’t even sound believable to your own ears and based on the look Mapi is giving you she isn’t convinced either.

“You should work on your lying face for when Pina gets over here and asks what’s wrong with you,” she says, “Might also want to perk up because she is definitely going to pull you out to dance with her.”

Taking a deep breath, you sit up a little further simultaneously running a hand down your face before finishing off your beer.

“Better,” you ask, hoping that small smile you put on doesn’t look too forced.

“It’s gonna have to work because here she comes.”

You have less than 5 seconds to pull yourself a little more together before Clàudia drops into your lap.

“Hola cariño,” she says as you shift trying to make the position more comfortable for the both of you.

Once you’re comfortable enough, you bury your face in the back of her shoulder before mumbling a greeting back.

Sitting there, with your girlfriend in your arms, it's like everyone else has suddenly vanished. For the first time in a couple of weeks, it doesn’t feel like your brain is trying to burst its way out of your skull.

It’s amazing.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t last very long because Mapi decides to remind you both of her presence.

“Cool so fuck me then,” she says. “You guys aren’t fun to be around when you’re being gross.”

Lifting your head slightly eyes barely showing from behind Pina’s shoulder, you shoot her the meanest glare you can muster before speaking.

“Do you want me to tell Clàudia about what happened when I went to play FIFA at your apartment last week,” you ask, “or are we both going to behave ourselves.”

You watch as Mapi leans forward slightly, trying to call your bluff with her eyes.

Unwilling to give in, you continue to glare at her before smirking and opening your mouth as though to tell the woman on your lap what happened.

“Alright fine,” she groans, sitting back. “Asshole.”

“Ha.”

“If the two of you are finished with whatever that was,” Clàudia begins, turning slightly to face you. “Will you come dance with me?”

Barely refraining from rolling your eyes, you unwrap your arms from around her waist, allowing her to stand and subsequently allowing yourself to be pulled up and towards the dance floor.

Time passes and at the end of the night, you walk both Pina and Patri back to their apartment.

Now, you’re leaning against their door, fighting a losing battle as Pina tries to get you to come inside.

“Just come inside and stay the night,” PIna says, for what must be the tenth time. She’s also pouting at you, which is not making things any easier on you.

“I kind of just want to go back to my place tonight,” you explain, trying not to give in.

“Y/N,” she whines.

“Clàudia,” you say in the same tone.

The two of you continue in this vein before Patri gets sick of your bullshit.

“For fucks sake, will you just come in and cuddle her, Y/N/N,” she shouts from somewhere inside the apartment. “We all know that if you go home, you’d just play video games until you pass out anyway.”

With a groan and a roll of your eyes, you allow yourself to be pulled into the apartment.

30 minutes later, you’re in the familiar position of spooning Pina laying in the dark, enjoying the silence. For a moment you think she’s fallen asleep, her breathing is even but then she speaks, startling you slightly.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’ve been having problems sleeping?”

“Didn’t think it was a big deal,” you explain, “Nothing I could've done about it anyway, They were out of my ADHD medication, so I’ve been trying to wait it out.”

A beat of silence.

“How long?”

“Hmm?”

“How long have you not been on your meds,” she asks.

“Almost two weeks.”

There’s another pause as Pina takes the time to roll over in your arms.

You can’t see her face in the darkness but you can imagine the look she’s giving you. It’s probably a cross between frustrated, annoyed, and worried. You’ve been on the receiving end of that look more than a couple of times.

“Two weeks? We’ve played three matches in the last two weeks, how have you been functioning?”

“Been going on extra runs,” you reply, “It worked when I was a kid, figured it would help now. Besides sleep deprivation is the easiest symptom to deal with.”

“Y/N,” the way she says your name is far too soft. “Mi amor, that’s not healthy. You should’ve told someone, we could’ve helped you.”

“It’s not a big deal, I’m going to pick up my prescription tomorrow after practice.”

“Y/N.”

“Clàudia.”

“Y/N.”

“Clàudia.”

A sharp pinch is delivered to your side.

“Ouch,” you gasp, barely resisting the urge to pinch her back. “Cariño, I’ve had ADHD my entire life, two weeks without my meds isn’t going to kill me.”

You both hear and feel your girlfriend sigh deeply before she places a kiss on your chin and turns back over, returning to her original position.

A few silent moments pass and you feel yourself beginning to drift off only for Pina again.

“Amor?”

“Hmm?”

“Promise you’ll let me know if you’re struggling, okay? You don’t have to solve all your problems alone.”

“Sí, lo prometo.”

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Can't do this anymore

Mapi Leon x reader

You and Mapi are best friends and roommates but there always seems to be something else between you

(I adore Mapi and Ingrid but we’re gonna pretend she doesn’t exist for this)

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“Wow, someone’s looking good. Hot date or what?” You rolled at Mapi as you entered your living area. Your roommate layed stretched out on the couch, where she often was, with a book in hand, peering over the top of it with a teasing smile on her face.

“Yeah, Patri’s trying to set me up with some girl she knows. I’m hoping that by agreeing to this one she’ll quit trying to do this all the time.” You weren’t exactly excited for this date, something made clear by your deadpan voice as you talked about it. You were the token single friend in your friend group and you were tired of all of them bugging you about it, constantly trying to set you up. You only agreed to this one in hopes of shutting them up, something that always proved to be difficult.

“I don’t get why you’re so afraid of talking to girls. You never know, maybe you could bring this one home with you and have some fun?” she wiggled her eyebrows at you. “I can disappear for the night if you want?” Her sing-songy voice was a hallmark of her usual teasing towards you, both of you used to the fact that she was the one most likely to bring random girls home while you would panic the second a girl made eye contact.

Despite your differences, the two of you made the most perfect friends. You had lived together for a few years now, saving on rent while also enjoying each other’s company. You were more of a homebody, often appreciating her help in crosswords or sharing books with her while she was the one who got you out of the house, not allowing you to be too much of a homebody. You were the perfect duo and everybody knew it, being more comfortable with each other than with anyone else.

“Don’t count on it, Maria. I think it’s safe to say you don’t need to plan on disappearing. I’m just going to go have dinner with her and maybe grab some drinks if it goes well. That’s it.” You gave her a knowing look as you put your shoes on and got ready to leave.

“Keep an open mind, you never know, cari. I’m going out with the girls later but you can always give me a call if you need a ride or anything. I’m not drinking tonight so I’ll leave my phone on for you!” And with that, you left the house, off to meet your date.

Your date was fine. The girl was fine, the food was fine, the conversation was fine, it was all just fine. It wasn’t anything special. You didn’t know her at all, obviously, so you felt like the conversation was forced and unnatural. Something about it just left you feeling unsatisfied, seemingly having nothing in common with this girl and therefore nothing to talk about. You couldn’t quite decide what made Patri think it could work out between you but you were over it, your social battery depleted, opting to end the date early so you could go back to the comfort of your own home. Every one of these dates that your friends set you up on left you drained and even more anxious about the idea of ever finding a significant other.

When you trudged through your apartment door after not being gone for all that long, you weren’t surprised to find Mapi exactly where you left her on the couch. All she could see was the look of annoyance on your face as you slipped off your shoes and made your way to join her, dramatically flopping yourself onto the couch next to her. “I’m guessing the fact that you’re already home will tell me everything I need to know about how your date went?” Her eyebrows rose as she set her book down on her chest to look at you.

You shot her a glare in response, answering her question for her. The defender raised her hands up as if to surrender, “hey, don’t be getting mad at me, I’m on your side here.”

“Ugghhh, I know. I’m sorry.” you sat up to finally look at her. “I’m just tired of this shit.”

“Why don’t you come out with us tonight?”

“I don’t know, I’m tired and I-”

“Cari, listen to me. I think it could be good for you. You can stick with us the whole time, we won’t make you talk to any girls or tease you about it at all.” You scoffed at her words, knowing how unlikely it would be for that to happen.

“You’re gonna stick with me? Zorri, I guarantee you’ll have your tongue down some girl’s throat in the first ten minutes we’re there.” Her face feigned shock, seemingly offended at your words as you giggled, knowing you were right.

“Okay well maybe I won’t stick with you but Patri and Pina will!”

“I don’t know, Maps. You just wanna get laid, tonight. I can tell it’s been awhile cause of the stick you’ve had up your ass lately so I think I’ll sit this one out.” You burst out laughing, once again knowing you were right while she started smacking your shoulder. The two of you both broke into a mixture of giggling and hitting each other before trying your best to calm down.

This was the nature of your relationship with your Mapi. The two of you were constantly teasing and bullying each other, both of you knowing the love you held for each other. You saw right through what she wanted from her night out, and decided that you just didn’t have the energy to join her, or more accurately, join your other friends, in their night.

“Mapi, while I appreciate the invite, I’m gonna stay here. But you have fun! I just need a night in.” You stood up from the couch to retreat to your room, stopping briefly to turn back to your friend right as you reached your bedroom door. “And Maria- don’t sleep with that bartender tonight. I know I said to get laid but I don’t mean her. As your friend I’m telling you, something is off about her, so please bring home any other person instead.”

The defender rolled her eyes at you but you knew she’d take your advice seriously. Every time you went out, the same bartender would spend the entire night flirting with Mapi. She hadn’t done anything wrong, per say, but something about her just rubbed you the wrong way and all you knew was that you didn’t want Mapi bringing her back to your apartment. Maybe it was just the way she looked at her or how drop dead gorgeous she was behind the bar, but it made you slightly possessive over your best friend.

With that, you retreated into your room for the night, allowing Mapi to go on with whatever she had planned and for you to get occupied by your thoughts while you attempted to watch a movie. However, all you could think about was how right Mapi had been when she teased you for being so afraid of talking to girls. You had thought about it some before but could never figure out why you were that way. The only girls you were ever all that comfortable around were your teammates and even so, it wasn’t unusual for you to still tense up around them at times. Mapi seemed to be the only one who you truly could let down your walls around no matter what and something about that didn’t sit quite right with you.

You couldn’t figure it out. She was your best friend and she had been for years, why would you suddenly be questioning how you felt about her? It’s not like anything had changed? So why should your feelings be?

The more you thought about it, the more it absolutely tore you to pieces, eventually resorting back out to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea in hopes of being able to get to sleep eventually. You didn’t realize how much time had passed until Mapi was quietly opening the front door, sneaking into the kitchen under the assumption you would already be asleep.

You didn’t hear her enter, scaring you half to death when she suddenly started speaking to you, “You’re still awake? You okay? Something on your mind?” when her voice broke through your thoughts, you jumped, grabbing your chest as you caught your breath.

“Jesus, Mapi! You scared the shit out of me, what's wrong with you?!”

“Ay, calm down, I didn’t mean to,” she held her hands up in surrender. “Are you okay?”

You sighed, unable to actually be mad at her. “Yeah, I just couldn’t sleep.” It wasn’t an entire lie, but there was no way you could tell her what you were actually thinking, hoping to change the subject as quickly as possible. “I see you’re home alone. Couldn’t find any girls willing to put up with your yapping, huh?”

“Oh don’t worry, my mouth would have been far too busy to be yapping.” You almost spit out your tea, shocked by her response while she smirked at you, giving you a small shrug once you calmed down. Mapi’s plans for her mouth were certainly not something you needed to be thinking about at the moment. “I just didn’t really feel it tonight, I don’t know.”

She joined you at the table, stealing a sip from your tea as she did so. “You should’ve seen Patri and Pina tonight, cari. Those two were crazy…” She continued on and on, filling you in on everyone’s antics from the night, while you just listened. It was easy for you to be completely captivated by her as she spoke. You were used to her talking nonsense and you just listening, always getting lost in how excited she got and how her smile grew the longer she spoke.

Eventually Mapi noticed the way you struggled to keep your eyes open, completely exhausted by the previous day, and helped you up. “Time for bed, you’re hardly awake. Also, don’tbemadatmebut I told Patri about how your date went so don’t be surprised if you hear from her tomorrow. Goodnight!” She rushed out her words, barely understandable, conveniently right before you went to bed and were too tired to actually be mad at her like you would’ve otherwise. Hardly even processing what she said, you decided you could handle Patri in the morning and went straight to bed, finally too worn out to be kept up by your thoughts any longer.

You slept in late, later than you normally would, hearing Mapi already up and doing things on the other side of your wall. When you eventually emerged from your room, you were shocked at the state of your best friend. “MAPI! What the fuck!” There she was, casually doing her laundry, in nothing but a sports bra and her underwear.

“Que?” she genuinely looked confused by your reaction, somehow unsure as to what your problem was.

“Since when does laundry day mean walking around in your underwear?!”

“Well otherwise you can’t clean all your clothes. Cause the one’s you’re wearing are still not clean so you still have more laundry to do. So I figured why not just wash everything?” She acted as if it were the most obvious thing in the world while you kept your eyes glued to the floor, worried that you’d get caught looking somewhere you shouldn’t. You could only hope that she wouldn’t notice the slight blush that was rising to your cheeks.

“Mapi, somehow you still find ways to surprise me even after three years of living with you.” You shook your head at her, trying to hide how flustered you were while you sat down on the couch to check your phone.

Somehow, you’d already missed a variety of messages from Patri regarding your failed date that she had set you up on. Normally you’d ignore her or tell her off for bugging you about always being single, but for some reason you decided to entertain her today. Maybe if you agreed to more of her setups and put in more of an effort, it could get you out of whatever weird headspace you found yourself in the night before. Whatever it was you were feeling about Mapi, you needed to put an end to it and hopefully some more successful dates could be the solution you needed. So in a lapse of judgment, you agreed to meet up with another one of Patri’s friends that night. Her source of single, lesbian, friends seemed to be endless so she was overjoyed when you finally stopped putting up a fight.

There you were once again, getting ready to go on yet another date that you weren’t too excited about. You were trying your best to have a good attitude but it was harder than you expected.

“You’re all dressed up,” Mapi raised her eyebrows at you, mimicking the exact conversation you had had 24 hours earlier.

You let out a sigh, already regretting your decision to do this. “Yeah, I let Patri set me up with someone else, so I have another date. We’re just getting dinner so I shouldn’t be out too late, especially with training tomorrow morning.”

“Wow, you’re really putting yourself out there,” she paused for a moment, almost looking… disappointed? But the defender quickly changed her tune, doing a complete 180, “You have fun, chica! Keep an open mind and my phone’s on if you need anything! You can always give me a call!”

“Gracias, Mapi! I’ll see you later? Adios!”

You set off towards the restaurant you agreed on, deciding on walking as it was only about a twenty minute walk and the weather was nice. If nothing else, the walk could help clear your mind before you had to meet this girl for real.

You were about five minutes early so you were the first one there, leaving you to get a table and wait for your date to arrive.

The girl was a total stranger to you, not even having her number, only knowing that somehow Patri knew her and set the whole thing up. So you sat with your glass of wine, and waited.

After a while you checked your watch. It was now ten minutes after your agreed upon time. But that was understandable, right? Ten minutes was no big deal, she was probably just running late. You double checked your texts with Patri to make sure you had the right time and place and went back to waiting.

There you sat, getting more and more anxious for every minute that passed. This is why you hated things like this; dates always just filled you with anxiety. You’d already received plenty of looks of pity from the wait staff, and weird glances from the people dining around you. After it reached thirty minutes past your meeting time, you gave Patri a call which she of course, didn’t answer.

When it hit 45 minutes, you decided you had had enough. Tears had started pooling in your eyes from a mix of anger, embarrassment, frustration, and anxiety. You shakily got up from your table, apologizing to your waiter and paying for your wine as you did so. As soon as you reached the front door, you saw that it had begun to rain, instantly deflating your mood even further. You knew walking home would be the thing to fully send you over the edge so you decided to call your Mapi to pick you up.

“Chica, estás bien?”

“Mapi, can you please come get me?” Mapi could hear the exhaustion in your voice, obviously trying to hold back tears.

“Si. Si, I’ll be right there, I’m leaving right now.” You could tell from her voice that she was rushing, coming to your rescue as fast as she could. She stayed on the phone as she drove, speaking nonsense in an attempt to distract you until she arrived about five minutes later.

When you got in the car, she looked at you hesitantly, clearly wanting to ask what happened.

“Maps, she stood me up.”

“Oh, cari.” Her hold body deflated at your words, “I’m sorry. I swear, when I see Patri tomorrow I’m gonna kill her. Why would she try to set you up with some shit girl she knows? I can’t stand that! You deserve better than that, you know that, right? You deserve someone who will treat you like a fucking queen, and I-”

You interrupted her by setting your hand on her thigh as she drove. “Mapi, it’s fine. I appreciate the sentiment but it’s fine, it’s not Patri’s fault.” The two of you settled into a comfortable silence- both of you lost in thought, unknowingly for the same reason.

“Thank you for picking me up,” your voice was hardly audible.

“Of course. I told you, I’ll always be here for you if you need anything. It’s no bother, really.”

“You’re telling me you really have nowhere better to be than here picking me up from a stupid restaurant in the rain?”

“Where else would I be right now other than the couch? Sure you might have to answer to Bagheera, but I think she’ll understand.”

You returned her soft smile, although your thoughts were more conflicted than ever before. “I just can’t help but think this is more effort that most people would put into a friend.” Both of you were silent as she parked the car, not quite sure what you were getting at. You didn’t quite know either, if you were being honest. Your emotions had taken over all sense of logic and all you could think about was the girl sitting next to you.

“Let’s go inside, order some takeout, and talk, si?” You nodded and followed her inside, terrified of the direction your conversation would be going in.

Once you got inside and changed from your nice clothes, you both settled on the couch next to each other. “Hmm, nice sweatshirt you’ve got there.” Mapi raised an eyebrow at you as you sat down, looking down at your clothes in confusion. You hadn’t even realized that in your mess of an emotional state, you had put on a hoodie that was definitely hers, instantly comforted by the familiar smell.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize I had it. I’ll wash it and get it back to you tomorrow.”

“Oh no, mi amiga, keep it. I like seeing you in it.” suddenly her voice had gotten much quieter than usual.

“Mapi, don’t be ridiculous, this is one of your favorites.”

“No, I mean it. You’re keeping it.”

You felt tears brimming your eyes once again and tried to blink them away, partially from your emotions from the night catching up to you, and partially filled with appreciation for the girl in front of you.

“Amiga, are you crying?”

“NO. No, I’m fine. I’m just tired.”

“Vale, vale, bien. You’re not crying, I’m just gonna give you a hug, because I want to then, not because you’re crying, because you definitely aren’t crying, I’m just giving you a hug for no reason.” You rolled your eyes at the way she smiled at you, seeing right through you like she always did before pulling you into a hug. Mapi always seemed to know you better than you liked to admit, allowing you to instantly relax in her arms. “You’re adorable.” she mumbled into your shoulder, quietly enough that it took you a second to process her words that she likely didn’t intend for you to hear.

“What’d you just say, Mapi?”

“Hmm?” she pulled away to look at you. “Oh. Nothing.” Her head shook quickly, as if she had no idea what you were talking about, something that made you smile at her once again.

“Maps, I know I probably shouldn’t tell you this but I don’t know who else to tell other than you and I just need to get it off my chest.” She looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue. “I’m always so scared of girls and dating and all of that.” You looked up at her, “I don’t know why I’m telling you this, you know that already.” You were met with an encouraging smile as you thought about what you wanted to say next. “But I never could figure out why I was so scared. I just could never get comfortable with anyone and I think I’ve always been terrified of getting hurt if I let my walls down. But lately I feel like I’ve realized that you’re the only person that I ever feel completely comfortable with. And you’re the only person that I’m not worried about hurting me. And I don’t know what to make of that, and it scares me, and you’re literally my favorite person in the world, and I just-” You took a deep breath in an attempt to prevent yourself from getting even more worked up. “I just needed to get it off my chest.”

Mapi was silent in thought for a minute but reached out to grab your hand, her way of letting you know that she wasn’t upset but just needed a second to think before responding. When she finally did, her voice was shaky and much less animated than you typically heard it. “You know how I am with dating. You know I’d rather just hook up with people and play around.” This was not at all what you expected her to say, raising your anxiety even further. “I never saw myself being able to settle down. It was always too scary. I’d rather put no feelings into it and just have fun than risk someone else fucking me up. But something about you, changes that for me. There’s a reason I haven’t been hooking up with anyone lately. You were my best friend before you were anything else, amor, and I don’t want to put that at risk.” Her eyes glanced up at you hesitantly, barely whispering out her last words, “But you make the idea of settling down seem easy.”

If you thought you were confused before, it couldn’t even compare to how you felt now. Your mind was running on overdrive, trying its best to make sense of her confession. You’d never in life seen Mapi look so scared and vulnerable, something that was saying a lot as you had seen her at some major low points. She was hardly making eye contact with you, and was more fidgety than usual- picking at her nails and tapping her foot.

The defender took a huge deep breath, before giving your hands a squeeze. She could easily see the way your thoughts were spiraling and knew she would have to be the one to say what you were both thinking.

“Why don’t we stop pretending we still think of each other as friends? Cause I don’t know if I can do that anymore.”

You looked up at her surprised, just now realizing that she was serious in sharing the feelings you had. “Mapi are you for real? And don’t fuck with me right now, cause I swear-”

She giggled slightly at your reaction, stopping you in your tracks, “En serio, amor. Prometo.” You could tell that she was. Her face was as serious as she ever was.

“Then let’s not be just friends anymore.”

You hardly realized the way the two of you had drifted closer throughout your conversation, both of you speaking much quieter, only a few inches apart. “I want to show you what you deserve, treat you like the queen you are, and show you how much I love everything about you.” Both of you were looking all over the other’s face, your eyes bouncing from her lips, back up to her eyes, and taking in everything in between. If you could memorize every freckle in that moment, you would’ve.

“Then do it, Maps.”

There was maybe only an inch separating you, but for some reason she was still scared of messing it up. "Am I reading this wrong? If I am.. push me away." Your noses brushed together as you could feel her breath on yours. When you didn’t hesitate at her words, she took that as the approval she needed, instantly pressing her lips against yours. The chemistry between you was more than either of you had felt with anyone else, finally doing exactly what you didn’t realize you had been waiting for along.

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#barcelona femeni #woso imagines #barca femeni #fcb femini #woso x reader #mapi leon imagine #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon #mapi león #maria león #maria leon #maria leon x reader #wosoreading24/7 #wosoreadingmapi

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ktgoodmorning · 1 day

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Lmao this is so real

there aren't beaches in the Midwest, so this fic has a lot of guesswork.

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ktgoodmorning · 1 day

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Aitana photo dump? How could we get so lucky 🥹

#she’s so cute i love her #aitana bonmati #barcelona femeni

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ktgoodmorning · 2 days

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current way my brain is mapping itself out based off of some really lovely asks i have gotten

ingrid + frido (scandi rewarding scandi for her pen)

alexia + aitana (alexia rewarding her and just showering her in everything aitana wants)

mapi + r (ingrids reward is getting to see mapi fuck people)

also feel like some keira + aitana subby bestfriends energy could be cute as well as something to do with ona, kei, lucy, caro, and other people that im blanking on

also thinking maybe r got a assist or goal and she gets passed around as a reward and just fucked as many times as possible

as far as kinks im loving the thought of some size kink and the girls trying to stretch our r the most

anyways yeah!

ANYWAYS ANY THOUGHTS PLEASE LMK XOXO

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sometimes I forget how much the media I consume is so specifically tailored to my interests and I see things and realize that I am so into women's sports that I forget men's sports exist. Just saw an ad for the champions league quarter final and was like ummmmm no it happened today already what do you even mean? Mens.

The mens champions league.

They do not exist to me.

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I've never wanted to drop out of school more than I do right now why is grad school so harddddd.

You're telling me I've already done four years of undergrad college, I'm almost done with one year of grad school, and I have THREE MORE YEARS TO GO!?

Life sucks, college is a scam, America is ruining our lives, and Barcelona Femini are my favorites

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Amo al tío de Alexia.

he's the best! el millor! her uncle bleeds blaugrana!

notice how he's right there to give her a big hug too along with her mom. the most supportive man in her life!

and see her face when she spots them! 🥹

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The idea of them having to brush out those wet and tangled ponytails just makes me cringe

Ona and her braid are the only safe ones

#barcelona femeni

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Omfg barça win AND new rush chapter?!!! My heart cannot handle all this at once.

Rush Pt. 7 | Alexia Putellas x Jenni Hermoso x Leila Ouahabi x Reader

Summary: No summaries, we die like lesbians.

Tags: Polyamory, group sex, voyeurism, fingering, teasing, dom/sub undertones, fingering, anal sex, double penetration, degradation

A/N: hehe the next one is long

“But she'll lose her mind if you touch her pussy. Do you want to?”

“Sí. I owe her an orgasm.” Jenni laughed.

You almost felt bad for Alexia when Jenni flipped the vibrator off and placed it on the bedside table. She turned then, plucking up something new before holding it out for her girlfriend.

You shuddered a breath at the dildo and Jenni’s low growl. “Fuck yourself.”

Alexia looked half ready to argue, but her furrowed brow softened as Jenni led her hand between her legs and lined up the plastic cock. “Make yourself feel good while she comes for us, sí? Want me to make her scream?”

You watched the toy fill her slowly, her lips parted with the smallest sigh.

Alexia adjusted herself as Jenni slipped out from behind her, her legs spreading wider as she found the comfiest spot against the headboard. There was no escaping her gaze. Her dark eyes lingered on yours before moving over your bare skin.

You were acutely aware of how your cunt dripped, your spread knees meaning it had no stimulation whatsoever as Leila fucked your other hole.

Jenni kneed her way closer, stroking a hand along your back. “Look at you. You were made for this, hmm? Made to take a nice thick cock up your ass.”

Whining, you let their gentle hands coax you up until you were sandwiched between them. Your back arched, pressing your bare chest against Jenni’s as she pushed the pillows out of the way. One hand held her shoulder, the other reaching back to feel Leila’s strong grip on your hip.

All the while, she kept her gentle rhythm.

The second pair of hands moving over your skin made your head spin. Jenni slid her hands between your bodies, palming your breasts and chuckling at the choked moan it drew.

One hand slid lower to teased at your opening. Her grin was wolfish. “You’re so wet, dios mio. What about in here, hmm?”

“Jen…” You panted.

Her fingers pulled back to circle over your clit. It was so wet, just the slick slip of her skin against yours. Jenni knew what she was doing, rubbing the spot which would make your back arch and eyes roll.

“Sí?” She purred back, drinking in the desperate buck of your hips. “I can make you come like this. But I don’t think that’s what you want, is it?”

It was tempting.

It wouldn’t take long.

But your cunt was painfully empty. Leila’s fingers were one thing, but Jenni’s were a league of their own.

You shook your head, giving her the very best pleading eyes you could muster when Leila was making it difficult to keep them open in the first place.

“Tell me.” Jenni's fingers pushed back to your entrance.

“Inside. Please.”

“Inside your pussy? While your girlfriend fucks your tight ass open?”

You shivered, cheeks flushed as you dropped your forehead to her shoulder. “Please, Jen.”

“You’re so fucking wet.” She laughed, “Look at this dripping pussy. So desperate.” Her fingers were gentle pushing in, giving you plenty of time to get over the initial squeeze of taking them both. “Fuck, I can feel her cock.”

You moaned loudly, trying to stay still and make it easy for them to play.

“That’s it, bebé.” Leila groaned, tightening her grip and thrusting just a little faster.

Jenni’s fingers hit deep and her palm rocked up against your clit with every one of her tiny thrusts. You cursed her for knowing your body so well.

“Fuck, yes!” You gasped.

“Are you going to come with two of us inside you? Show us what a good little slut does when she’s all filled up?”

You could already feel it building, the way Leila kept you full meeting how Jenni forced pleasure through every drag of her fingers.

“Look at me.” Jenni sang, cradling your face with her spare hand until it was unavoidable. How many times had you looked into those eyes with sheer pleasure being the only thing on your mind?

“Don’t stop this time.” You whined, only half teasing.

“No,” She agreed, licking her lips, “Not till you’re begging me too. Will you take another cock after this? Let us fuck all your holes until you’re messy?”

Leila swore behind you, reaching up to pinch at your nipples.

“Like that idea, Lei? What about you, cari? Alexia waited so long to have you, it would be a shame if she didn’t get to see your face when you come for her.”

The twist of your gut had you rocking against them, forcing Leila’s cock just a little deeper and Jenni’s palm a little more firmly against your clit.

“Gonna-” You warned, digging your fingernails into their skin to keep them close, “Please don’t fucking stop.”

“Come for me and I’ll let them really stuff you full. Let me see how much you want it.”

There was no stopping it. Somewhere between Leila’s loud grunts and the soaking noises from between your legs, your pleasure peaked. You shivered violently between them, held up between two warm bodies and worked through by both.

When you grew tight and squirmy, Jenni pulled her fingers out to brush them along your clit until you reached down to stop her.

“Fuck.” You groaned as Leila slowed behind you before pulling out completely.

“Good girl.” Jenni grinned, kissing your temple.

You let her press you back into Leila’s arms, the two of them happy to hold you trembling between them.

Leila’s lips skimmed against your neck. “Perfect.”

The peace then, just your panting, and…

Jenni turned her head at the quiet sigh, chuckling softly as her eyes lingered on where Alexia pushed and pulled the toy from her cunt. You could see the sheen of her wetness, hear the shift of her hips against the bed, and yet she was all but silent taking it.

“Ale, come and fuck her with me.” Leila murmured against your skin.

Alexia stopped immediately, eyes laser-focused when they darted between the three of you.

Jenni hummed noncommittally, rubbing her hands over your thighs. “Can you take it, cari?”

In truth, you’d hardly come down from your last high. The thought of more was a lot. “Want to, but I’m sensitive.”

“She can take it,” Leila smiled, “Just give her a minute.”

Jenni mirrored her grin, scoffing at the speed at which Alexia dropped the dildo and sprung off the bed to grab the spare strap. “Good luck.” She murmured sarcastically, pecking your cheek once more before slipping away to make room.

Leila kept you still, caressing her hands over your stomach and hips while her lips worked on your neck. You could feel her latch on, sucking at your skin in a way that would surely leave a mark.

When Alexia kneed her way back onto the bed, she wasted no time in pleasantries. Her hand wrapped around your neck and forced Leila to pull away. Grip tightening, Alexia bent down to lick at your bottom lip and study the way your mouth parted for a kiss that never came.

Then, Alexia’s hawkish gaze trailed downwards to where Leila had left your neck pink. Her hand moved quickly, covering your mouth and pressing your head back against your girlfriend's shoulder. Your eyes squeezed shut as her lips latched on to the tender spot, sucking harshly and far too high up to cover with a jacket.

“Ale!” You heard Jenni warn, but it did nothing to stop the sharp graze of teeth against your skin. Leila’s hands squeezed your thighs soothingly, but instead it sent fierce shivers of sensitivity up your spine.

You groaned against Alexia’s palm.

Just as quickly as she’d started, she pulled away. “Lie down. Let me see her.”

That was as much warning as you were given before they were moving you. Lifting and pulling and pushing until you had made enough room for Leila to lie back against the headboard with you in her lap. She spread your legs easily.

Alexia kneeled between them, close enough that you could feel the heat of her. A hand reached out, cupping your breast before tugging sharply on your nipple.

You could see the corners of her mouth twitch upwards at your cry. Her eyes wandered, scoping out the bareness of you. Leila’s hands made it impossible to wriggle much, but your heart pounded as Alexia eyed every part of you.

Her hand ran over where Leila’s held you open, then in, making your skin tingle as she stroked at the inside of your thigh.

You jolted at the first touch to your heat.

“So wet, puta,” Alexia growled as her fingers danced across your core, slicking themselves before putting a little pressure against your entrance. It was only two, but in the aftermath of your orgasm you’d grown tight.

Without fanfare, Alexia worked her fingers inside with gentle persistence, pressing a fraction deeper before pulling out almost entirely each time.

You were so open, so vulnerable with your legs spread wide. There was no hiding from her dark eyes or persistent hands. When she’d finally pressed her fingers as deep as they'd go, Alexia quickly drew out before pressing a third finger alongside the other two. After so many straps, it wasn’t unexpected, but a new sensation all the same.

Her piercing gaze held yours as she pushed them in and out. There was no flair to it, no brush against your clit, or curling of her fingers. Instead, she stretched you out with the sole purpose of getting her strap back inside. Somehow, that made you wetter still.

You tensed when Alexia slowed her thrusts to slip her pinkie inside too. Your low moan as she stretched your pussy made the corners of her mouth twitch.

“Relax. I’ve got you bebé.” Leila hummed against your skin.

“Fuck. Can you take a fist, cari?” Jenni asked.

“Never tried.” You breathed back, keening when Alexia started working her fingers deeper.

“Next time,” Alexia promised leaving no room for debate.

“Manners.” Jenni warned, watching her girlfriend work between your legs.

You could feel when Alexia’s four knuckles hit against your opening, the stretch of the bottom of her fingers making your head go fuzzy.

“Please fuck me.” You whined desperately.

Instead, Alexia pulled her touch from you entirely. She gave Jenni a sharp look before moving down further. Before you could vocalise your disapproval, Leila’s strap was pressed against your ass. “In.”

It took a little shift to line it up just right, but when you’d found the right spot, sitting down on Leila’s cock was easy enough. You relished in her pleased grunt behind you. Were the situation different, you might have planted your feet and let her watch your ass bounce up and down. As it were, her hands still spread your legs wide open giving you no leverage to do anything at all.

Jenni grinned at her girlfriend's antics before looking down at you with unmistakable pride.

Alexia, on the other hand, found her focus directly between your legs. You could feel her fingers teasing through the slickness and lower still. She lingered around your rim, pressing lightly against where Leila split you open.

Your answering moan was filthy.

The headrush you got from being spread out for them was something else.

“Eres una puta zorra.” Alexia said, but you could see the way her smirk grew. She met your eyes as she shifted forwards. While you knew what was coming, the blunt head of her strap at your entrance still made you tense. Nothing was said, but Alexia watched you for a beat before pressing in.

Taking both of their cocks was easy in that Alexia filled you until she was as deep as she could get.

Taking their cocks was hard because the moment the second slipped inside, it felt like you couldn’t breath.

You were so full. The thickness of them together made your eyes roll and your jaw drop.

A moment of silence, then all at once.

“Fuck.”

“Holy shit.”

“Guarra.”

#kt reading recs

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