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Your Biggest Mistake (Became My Future) (Kristie Mewis x Reader)
When your childhood best friend Kristie Mewis showed up at your door in the middle of the night crying because Sam Kerr had cheated on her, you took her in without a second thought. What you didn't realize was that the feelings you'd been holding back for so long were about to surface, and what that meant for your and Kristie's relationship, you didn't know.
Disclaimer: SO, this fic contains smut, and also a g!p reader, so if that isn't your thing, feel free to skip this one. As always, let me know what you think, I'd love to hear from you guys, enjoy!
Knuckles wrapping loudly against your apartment door is what jars you from your sleep, your brows furrowed, and eyes narrowed as you leave the couch, you’d fallen asleep on and make your way to the door.
You glance at the kitchen stove’s clock out of the corner of your eye, your brow furrowing when you realize it’s well passed 3AM.
Who could be knocking on your door at this hour?
Your peer through the peep hole, your eyes widening when you realize the person standing on the other side of the door is none other than Kristie Mewis.
You jerk the door open, coming face to face with a red-rimmed eyed Kristie Mewis, her bottom lip trembling, a suitcase in one hand, a duffle bag hanging from her shoulder.
She drops the bag and suitcase on the floor with a thud before leaping into your arms, the blonde burying her face in your neck as she sobs in your hold.
“She cheated on me.”
Your nostrils flare as you grab her suitcase and duffel bag, the woman still clinging to you as you guide her into your apartment and onto the couch.
You’d been best friends with Kristie since childhood, the two of you attending the same college before you went your separate ways, the blonde joining the NWSL, and you joining the WSL, heading overseas.
You were elated when Kristie had ended her contract with Gotham and was coming overseas to be on your team, West Ham United.
You were less than thrilled that the reason she was coming overseas was for her fiancé, Sam Kerr.
You’d never liked the woman, not only because she stood between you and any potential chance of getting with Kristie, but because she was too cocky for her own good, which to you, was off-putting.
She’d done everything she could to keep the two of you apart, to weasel her way between the two of you and your friendship.
You knew she had to have guessed by now that you had feelings for Kristie, which was why she was attempting to separate the two of you yet again, but that strategy hadn’t worked and once again, you and Kristie became inseparable.
You knew it had caused a significant number of fights between the pair, but you were confident in the fact that Kristie would never cut you off, simply because Sam wanted her too, she was your best friend afterall.
“Shhh, it’s okay, just tell me what happened.” You coo as you run your hands gently down her back, your heart aching in your chest at the sight of the woman’s tears.
She sniffles, burying her face in your neck, her nose brushing your jawline.
“She slept with someone else, she wouldn’t tell me who.”
You snarl, your hold on her tightening, the thought of wringing Sam Kerr’s neck coming to mind.
“She thought I cheated on her, so she did it to ‘get back at me’.” She cries, her hold on you tightening.
You scoff.
“That’s just her excuse.” You growl, the woman pulling back to look into your Y/E/C orbs, orbs that hold a fire in them that she’d only seen once before during college when you punched a man outside a bar for harassing and touching her without her consent.
“Can I...” She swallows hard, her mouth opening and closing before you smile softly, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear.
“Ask.” You say, brushing a tear off of her cheek, the woman’s breath hitching as she leans briefly into your touch.
“Can I stay here?” She whispers and you smile, ducking down to kiss her forehead, like you’d done since you were kids.
“You didn’t even have to ask.”
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It was a week later when Kristie took to social media to announce her and Sam’s dissolved engagement and the subsequent end of their relationship, something that upset those in the WOSO community.
Kristie however was more upset than all of them combined, the woman a shell of herself as she shuffled around your apartment.
The day after the announcement, you decided to do something about it, making your way to the guest bedroom and approaching the blonde who’d just been laying in bed, buried beneath a heap of blankets.
“Come on.” You say, prodding the pile of blankets, the woman growling beneath.
“No.”
You sigh, pulling the blankets off of the woman, who whines.
“I can’t see you like this anymore, come on, we’re going out.” You say, earning a frown from the woman curled up in bed.
“I don’t want to Y/N.” She whispers and you sigh, sitting down beside her on the bed.
You reach your hand towards her, placing it face up on the bed beneath you, her blue orbs darting from your hand to your eyes and back.
Barely a second passes before she’s taking your hand, smiling when you give it a squeeze.
She silently plays with your fingers, your heart skipping a beat, something you try to ignore, knowing that the last thing she needed was your pining.
“Do you trust me?” You whisper, your eyes locking with Kristie’s shimmering blues.
“More than anything.” She smiles softly.
You squeeze her hand again, before reluctantly releasing it, missing the woman’s pout as you move to your feet.
“Come on, get dressed.” You say, Kristie huffing, but rolling out of bed before moving towards her suitcase.
A smile stretches across your face as you make you way towards your own bedroom, intent on getting dressed and taking Kristie someplace nearby that would, hopefully, cheer her up.
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You couldn’t help but smile as Kristie licked her ice cream intently, your smile splitting into a grin when she did a little happy wiggle on the bench beside you.
You chuckle, turning your attention to your own ice cream, watching as people walk past.
If you knew one way to cheer up the woman beside you, it was with ice cream, her go to for when she was feeling down in high school, in college, and into adulthood.
“What?” Kristie asks, pulling you from your daze.
You snort, zeroing in on the bit of ice cream hanging from her nose.
The blonde’s breath hitches as you wipe it away with your thumb.
“Some things never change.” You snicker, earning an eye roll.
“At least you didn’t leave it on my face like you did in high school.”
You stick your tongue out at the blonde, who barks out a laugh before turning back to her ice cream.
You’re unable to take your eyes off of her, watching as she enthusiastically licks the sweet treat, the rod between your legs beginning to stir.
“Goddamn it.” You mumble, the blonde turning your way mid-lick.
“Are you okay?” She asks and you nod.
“More than okay.”
She turns away, your eyes zeroing in on the bulge in your pants, something you immediately shift to hide from view.
Thankfully for you, Kristie was made aware of the extra appendage between your legs when you were kids, meaning she’d pretty much accepted you right away.
Deep down, you knew even if she found out about it later in life, she still would’ve accepted you, her heart was too big for her NOT to accept that part of you.
You chuckle to yourself, turning back to your own ice cream, unaware that the woman beside you is watching you closely, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
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It didn’t take much prompting for you to get Kristie to go out after that, the two of you frequenting the ice cream shop weekly, so much so that the workers behind the counter knew your names.
You grimace, digging the doorknob of your apartment’s door into your back as you backed into the apartment, carrying a number of takeout boxes, food you knew Kristie would enjoy.
“There you are!” Kristie says from her place on the couch, the woman deep into a The Bachelor marathon.
You chuckle, kicking the door shut behind you.
Kristie rises from the couch, stretching her arms high above her head as she makes her way towards you, taking one of the bags full of takeout boxes out of your hand.
“You know, we shouldn’t be eating this.” She jests, though she can’t help but grin when she pops the takeout box open, grinning down at its contents.
“I won’t tell if you don’t.” You wink, making your way towards the couch, takeout box in hand.
“Come on, let’s watch this shitty TV show you love so much.” You tease, the woman growling.
“It’s not shitty!” She says, giving you a nudge as she takes a seat beside you.
“Whatever you say.” You snort, earning a groan.
“Don’t act like you haven’t been catching up on episodes when I was asleep.” She gives you a pointed look and you bark out of laugh.
“Yeah, I don’t recall that.” You scoff, Kristie staring intently at your profile, her brow arched and a smirk stretched across her face.
You growl.
“Shut up Mewis and watch the TV show.”
She giggles.
“Only if you admit you like it.” She says, poking your side and you squeak.
You shoot her a glare, earning only a playful smile in return.
You get lost in her blue orbs momentarily before your gaze falls to her lips, your eyes widening as you turn abruptly away.
“I guess it isn't THAT terrible.” You mumble as you take a forkful of food and shovel it into your mouth.
Kristie smirks.
“I knew you liked it.”
You hum.
“I never said that.”
“Shut up Y/L/N and watch the TV show.” She says, starting the show again and you sigh, eyeing her profile before turning away, unaware that she was now gazing your way, her lips splitting into a grin.
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It’s a short time later that takeout boxes go empty, and you soon find yourself knee deep into whatever season of The Bachelor you were currently on.
To be honest, you weren’t at all sure.
“Seriously, why’d he pick her? I mean come on--
You fall silent, your eyes widening when a weight settles on your lap, your eyes leaving the TV in favor of glancing downwards, realizing Kristie’s head was in your lap.
You smile softly, brushing a strand of hair out of her face before tucking it behind her ear.
Luckily, you saw the glow returning to the woman’s blue orbs, the blonde well on her way to being the same, bubbly and silly woman you knew her to be.
You sigh, tangling your fingers in her soft blonde locks, the woman humming in her sleep as your nails graze her scalp.
Your heart lightens in your chest as you trace her sharp jawline, her brows furrowing in her sleep before she grabs your hand.
Your eyes widen when she traps it against her cheek, her eyes fluttering open.
“Y/N?” She whispers and you smile, caressing her cheek with your thumb.
“It’s me. Go back to sleep.” You mumble and she hums, her eyes fluttering back shut before sleep takes her once more, your hand still in hers.
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Even though months had passed, you could see the sadness on Kristie’s face when she found out that Sam Kerr was in a new relationship, her eyes dulling as she read the news.
She’d again withdrew into herself, you knew she'd loved the Aussie very much, and seeing her with someone else had to be painful.
Still, you did everything you could to cheer her up, taking her out for ice cream and binge watching The Bachelor.
You push your way into the apartment, sighing when you realize she’s fast asleep on the couch, her phone laying on the floor.
You smile sadly as you make your way towards her, tear tracks visible on her flushed cheeks that make your own heart break.
You pick her phone up off the floor and place it on the table before crouching down beside her.
“Kris?” You whisper, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, the woman continuing to snore away.
You smile softly, taking her gently into your arms before carrying her down the hallway towards the guest room she’d been residing in.
You place her softly on the bed before pulling the covers up over her, your eyes tracing the woman’s face.
You had no idea what it felt like to be cheated on by your fiancé, but what you did know is that you’d be there for her every step of the way.
You duck down, pressing a kiss to her forehead, the woman mumbling in her sleep.
“I love you, Kris.” You whisper, leaving the room quietly, the door shutting softly behind you.
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It isn’t until hours later that Kristie wakes, her brows furrowing, when she realizes she’s in bed.
She glances around the room, her head on a swivel as she tries to find her phone, which she unfortunately can’t find.
She slips silently out of bed before making her way down the hallway towards the living room.
The apartment was pitch black, meaning that it was well past midnight, and considering she could hear you snoring softly, she knew you were fast asleep.
She stumbles through the darkness, eventually finding her phone which was resting on the coffee table, its screen lighting up when she picks it up.
She frowns, notification after notification littering her screen, most tagging her in Sam Kerr’s post.
Kristie shakes her head, realizing that it was well past 2AM, which meant she’d slept the day away.
She creeps silently back to her room, stopping midway down the hall in front of your door, the door cracked open slightly.
She slides a hand into the crack, pushing the door open a bit on zeroing in on your sleeping form, her heart lightening in her chest.
She’s unsure of what it is that leads her to make her way into your room, the woman clearing her throat.
“Y/N?” She whispers, her voice soft and raspy, despite that however, your eyes flash open.
“Kris?” You croak, digging your fists into your eyes in an attempt to clear your vision.
“Are you alright?” You ask, swinging your legs out of bed, your movements stopped when Kristie place a hand on your shoulder.
“I’m okay... I was just wondering if...” She pauses, shuffling from foot to foot, the sight endearing.
“If...?” You start, staring at the woman expectantly.
The blonde’s throat bobs.
“Can I sleep in here?” She asks, your eyes widening.
“Umm, sure, of course you can, I-I mean...” You stutter, shivering when the blankets are pulled back, the warmth beneath the blanket escaping for a mere moment before Kristie slides beneath the covers beside you.
Your cheeks flush as she shuffles around, the two of you now face to face, her head resting on the pillow beside your own.
“You’re sure this is, okay?” She whispers and you nod, unable to stop your eyelids from fluttering.
“Of course it is.” You whisper, your words slurring.
Kristie simply watches as you fall asleep, unable to stop herself from shuffling closer to you and burying her face in your neck.
She’d been upset after finding out that Sam had moved on, but now, as your arms wrapped around her, that sadness ebbed away.
You’d done everything you could to keep her spirits up, binge watching her favorite TV show even though you didn’t really like it, buying her takeout from her favorite restaurant every chance you got, and taking her out for ice cream nearly every week.
You’d been a constant in her life since childhood, doing all you could to keep in touch, even when you lived overseas.
And here you were, holding her tightly against your chest, your nose buried in her hair as you slept soundly.
Seeing Sam with someone else had been heartbreaking, but the more she thought about Sam, the less sadness she felt.
That sadness was replaced, replaced by the way she was feeling about you, how she’d ALWAYS felt about you.
Even during her time with Sam, she still couldn’t shake the feelings she had for you, she couldn’t let you go, no matter how many times Sam asked.
She knew deep down it was because she loved you, in an entirely different way than she loved Sam.
“Maybe this was a blessing in disguise.” She whispers, caressing your cheek gently, a growl rumbling in your throat as you snuggle closer.
She smiles, leaning forwards, her forehead resting against your own as she too falls fast asleep.
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The following morning, she wakes with a hum, snuggling back into your warmth, her eyes flashing wide open when something hard brushes against her backside.
She swallows hard, a lump forming in her throat when she realizes what it is that’s brushing against her.
She’d known that you were intersex since you were children, and of course, it hadn’t bothered her.
In fact, she’d grown rather curious about it in your teenage years, asking to see it once, which you had done, nervously.
She’s seen it a number of other times, considering you slept at her house more often than not, and boxers were your go to sleepwear.
She, however, never felt an iota of discomfort.
It was a part of you, and she loved you.
She knew you were embarrassed by it, and in high school, when the first girl you slept with let it slip that you were packing, you became the talk of the school, something that Kristie did everything in her power to shield you from.
The night you’d told her you lost your virginity, she’d felt a tinge of jealousy, jealous at the fact that someone else had taken what she wanted.
She’s brought back to reality when you groan softly, snuggling closer, brushing the bulge in your boxers against her.
She slams her eyes shut, resisting the urge to grind back against it, uncertain if that was what you wanted or not.
The woman stiffens when you begin to stir, a lengthy yawn leaving you as you become aware of the situation.
“Fuck.” You mumble, your eyes widening when you realize Kristie is awake.
“I-I-I'm so sorry Kris. I--
You’re cut off when the woman shakes her head.
“Don’t be sorry, it’s natural.” She shrugs and you nod, still deeply embarrassed, the tips of your ears blood red.
“Uh... I’ll be back in a—Yeah.” You stutter before sprinting out of the room, the woman shaking her head as she rests back into your pillows, your scent clouding her senses before she falls fast asleep.
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Sleeping in your bed had become a regular occurrence, and nearly every morning she had to resist the urge to grind back into the hard appendage digging into her from behind.
The more time that passed, the more she realized how deep her feeling for you went.
She craved the sound of your laugh, and to see your smile. She loved when you complained about watching The Bachelor all the time, but never even attempted to stop watching alongside her.
She loved the way you’d smile at her when you thought she wasn’t looking, and the way you’d carry her to bed if she’d fallen asleep on the couch.
She loved the way you’d gently hold her and bury your nose in the space behind her ear when you were fast asleep, a position you were currently in.
You let out a growl at the sound of your dinging phone, the rapid notifications pulling you from your slumber.
“What the fuck.” You mumble as you blindly reach for your phone, refusing to turn around and leave your place pressed against Kristie’s back, a way you’d woken up often as of late.
You stare bleary eyed at the screen, your brows knitting in confusion before your eyes widen and you shoot upright, startling the woman in front of you.
“What?” She asks in concern, her own eyes widening when you turn the phone towards her, multiple pictures of the two of you together littering the screen, all beneath the caption of.
A New Relationship blossoming in the WSL?!?!
Her throat bobs as she scans the article, the writer suspecting that there was a relationship blossoming between the two of you, that there was more to your relationship than just friends. They also mentioned their surprise at the idea that the two of you may be together, since you had an organ, most lesbian weren’t interested in.
You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as she takes your phone.
“I’m sorry Kris, you’re already going through a lot, and this just made it worse.” You mumble, running your fingers through your hair.
Her blue orbs scan the article again and again before she eventually places the phone on the nightstand beside you, the look on her face telling you she’s contemplating something.
You swallow hard, unable to take the silence before you move to your feet and leave the room, heading towards the living room and sitting down on the couch.
“Y/N?!” Kristie calls out as she follows close behind you, your head down, your hands covering your face.
"Hey...” She whispers as she drops to her knees in front of you, prying your hands away from your face before she cups your cheeks.
“What's wrong?” She asks and you shake your head, your eyes fluttering shut.
“I’m sorry I made it worse.” You mumble, unable to look her in the eye, that is until she tilts your chin upwards, your Y/E/C orbs meeting her bright blues.
“You didn’t make anything worse.” She whispers, cupping your cheek.
“They mentioned my...” You glance downward at your lap, realizing you were still sporting a hard on, making you blush.
Kristie sighs, the woman’s blue orbs darting from your face to the front of your boxers and back.
Your breath hitches when she moves to her feet, a sharp gasp leaving you when she climbs into your lap, her hands resting on the couch behind you.
“K-Kris...?” You stammer, willing yourself not to rock your hips into her.
She cups your cheeks, caressing your smooth, tanned skin gently before leaning forwards.
You go stiff as the woman’s lips meet yours, but you kiss back with no sense of hesitation, the woman’s breath hitching when you start kissing back.
You get lost in the kiss, your tongue flicking against the blonde’s bottom lip before her lips part, allowing you entry, your tongue tentatively brushing against her own.
“Kris.” You sigh between kisses, her arms wrapping around your neck as the kisses between you grow sloppy.
Reluctantly, you part, only to chase her lips for one last gentle kiss before you pull away, your Y/E/C orbs fluttering open at the same time as her blues.
“Wow.” You whisper, your chest heaving as you take in the blonde’s disheveled state, her cheeks flushed and chest rising and falling rapidly.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” She confesses, your eyes widening.
“R-Really?” You stutter, the woman nodding.
“How could I not?” She asks, her hands settling on your shoulders.
“I love you Y/N, I always have.” She whispers, though to you, it sounds like she’s screaming.
You stare at her, mouth agape as you wait for the other shoe to drop, wait for yourself to wake up in your bed, the woman snuggled against your chest, fast asleep.
You however don’t wake up, considering you were already awake, the woman you’d loved since your childhood straddling your lap, and confessing her love to you.
Your throat bobs as you lean back in, your lips meeting hers in a much tamer kiss than the ones you’d just shared.
“I love you too.” You confess, the woman grinning as she throws her arms around your neck, hugging you tightly to her chest.
She giggles as you kiss her neck playfully, your fingers digging into her sides.
“Stoppp, that tickles.” She laughs, wiggling in your lap.
You still, a groan crawling up your throat that causes the two of you to spring apart, Kristie’s blue orbs wide when she realizes she’d been grinding against you.
“I-I-I'm sorry.” You stutter as you try to hoist the woman off your lap, but she doesn’t move, pushing her knees down hard, making it nearly impossible for you to move her.
Your eyes meet hers, a twinkle in her blue orbs you hadn’t seen before.
Her hands again find their way onto the back of the couch, her tongue swiping at her lips before she gives her hips a roll.
“K-Kris...” You stammer, your hands on her hips as she rolls them again, her core dragging against your hardness.
“Jesus.” She sighs, burying her face in your neck as she rocks against into you.
You wrap your arms tightly around her as she grinds harder into you lap.
“Fuck.” You moan into her neck, the couch squeaking beneath you, your hips bouncing.
You feel the telltale sign of your impending orgasm, the base of your hard cock starting to thrum in pleasure.
“Kristie, I’m--
She pulls back, resting her forehead against yours, your lips brushing with each roll of her hips.
“Close?” She asks and you nod rapidly, her tongue swiping at her lips as you moan against her neck, sounds she’d never heard before coming from your open mouth.
Sounds that make her core pulse and her clit throbbing.
You let out a growl, thrusting upwards as you come, the woman moaning as you twitch and quake against her, the front of your boxers now a darker shade thanks to your release.
You pant heavily, the woman’s hips still rocking gently against your own, her lips pursed.
You lean in, your lips meeting hers gently, the kisses, again, growing heated.
“Come here baby.” You whisper, the woman whining softly as you turn her around and pull her back into your lap, her back resting against your chest.
“Is this, okay?” You ask, tracing the hem of her shorts and she sighs.
“Yeah.” She says, her breath hitching when your hand brushes the front of her shorts, which is incredibly soaked, from not only your release, but her arousal.
“You’re so wet for me.” You whisper in her ear, earning a whimper as you trace her through her shorts, your fingers lightly brushing against where you know her clit is.
“Oh...” She gasps, pushing back into you.
“Right there?” You whisper in her ear, kissing the soft skin behind her ear.
“Right there... Please...” She begs, moaning when you start drawing small circles against the damp patch on her shorts.
Her hips rock, the woman grinding back into you, your flaccid cock again growing hard as she moans shamelessly, the woman near tumbling over the edge.
“Are you gonna come?” You whisper in her ear, the woman nodding rapidly, her moans raising an octave before she stiffens in your hold.
She quivers in your hold, her thighs shaking as she comes with a sinful moan that sounds a lot like your name.
She pants heavily, your fingers drawing small, teasing circles against her clit, prolonging her orgasm, only stilling when she grabs your wrist.
“Fuck.” She pants, the woman stilling entirely in your hold before turning around, again straddling your lap as she surges in.
Unlike the kisses before, it’s passionate, fueled not by lust, but by love, your kisses sweet and tender.
You eventually, reluctantly part, the two of you resting your foreheads against one another.
“Well, that was unexpected.” You say with a grin, the woman giggling as you bump the tip of your nose against hers.
“Yeah, it was.” She whispers, pecking your lips over and over again until you laugh.
You wrap your arms tightly around her, hugging her to your chest, the woman burying her face in your neck.
“Do you regret it?” She whispers nervously against your flesh, and you scoff, your hold on her tightening.
“I could never regret being intimate with the woman I love.” You turn your head, kissing her temple.
She pulls back, her shimmering blue orbs locking with your Y/E/C’s.
“Do you?” You ask, full well knowing what her answer was going to be.
She smiles cupping your cheeks, her lips brushing yours as she whispers.
“Definitely not. In fact...” She pauses, burying her face in your neck, the woman sucking on your pulse point.
“I wouldn’t mind doing it again.” She whispers, her lips brushing your earlobe.
She squeaks, as you lift her into the air, carrying her towards the bedroom, the woman giggling as you kiss her neck playful.
In reality, your day ended there, the two of you, instead, falling fast asleep in one another’s arms, right where the two of you belonged.
You couldn’t help but think that Sam Kerr’s biggest mistake became your biggest gain, because now, you had what she didn’t.
You had Kristie Mewis.
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Her PR Guy-Chapter 1
Disclaimer
I wrote this story with a trans male insert because I, myself, am a trans dude, and there hasn’t been a whole lot of content in this fandom for trans men. Without further ado, this is my debut story.
Y/N’s POV
I met Kristie while working in Gotham’s Public Relations Department. I was a recent college graduate with a passion for sports and storytelling, yet I had little to no idea what type of world I was stepping into. My job was to run the social media accounts and help craft stories that would captivate fans and media members alike. What I didn’t realize at the time, is that my story would be worth telling someday, too.
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It was my first media day working for Gotham, and I was totally freaking out. I mean, this was my dream, one that I had fought tooth and nail for. I had never dared to imagine this possibility, but here I was, and I felt woefully unprepared.
Get it together (Y/N)! You worked so hard to get here, and we got this. Yael believes in you, and you can conquer anything you set your mind to. You wanted so badly to have a fresh start, so take advantage of it!
I went over to the players and introduced myself, "Hey everyone, my name's (Y/N), my pronouns are he/him, and I'm your new PR guy." A lot of the players seemed stunned, probably because I'm a guy working for an NWSL team, so I decided to clear some things up. “I’m also a proud trans man who knows that the future is female, especially in sports. I’ll be mainly working with the photographers and videographers to get content for our socials, but I’m here if you need anything.”
Kristie’s POV
“Did anyone else find him super attractive, or is it just me?” Kristie said.
“He’s definitely a cutie,” Ali said and Lynn nodded in agreement.
“He could be just what the doctor ordered, with your recent breakup and everything,” added Midge.
“He’s easy on the eyes, that’s for sure,” Kristie responded while looking at you as you walked away from the team, ”Let’s just hope he isn’t a fuckboy.”
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Y/N’s POV
It’s been over a month since I introduced myself to the players, and I can’t get Kristie Mewis out of my head. She’s been flirting with me since we met, but I can barely function in her presence, not to mention I literally work for the team. Before I can get too in my head about it, I get a call from my buddy Alex.
“Hey (Y/N)! How’s the new job going?”
“It’s going well,” I replied, “I think I have a crush on one of the players, though…”
“I fail to see the problem, bro,” said Alex.
“You are a hot, eligible bachelor, and any girl would be lucky to have you. You even told me that two of the players are married, so workplace dating is obviously not a problem.”
“Yeah, but I’m not trying to deal with another Karen incident!” I exclaimed.
Karen was a close friend of mine in college who really fucked me over. I managed her campaign for Student Body President, and when she found out I had a crush on her, she flipped out and cut me off, but only after I helped her win the election. She ignored me for weeks following her win, and when we finally spoke about what had happened, she told me she thought it was best that we ‘keep it professional.’ To add insult to injury, all of our mutual friends decided I wasn’t worth sticking around for. I tried to take the “high road” and didn’t tell anyone my side of things until it was too late and they had already taken her side.
“How long are you going to let Karen control your life? You can’t keep giving other people your power, bro.”
I knew that he wasn’t wrong, but I wasn’t ready to let go of the past.
“Yeah, but this girl is so out of my league it’s unbelievable. Not to mention, I’m pretty sure she has a girlfriend!”
“You sure about that (Y/N)?”
“Not entirely, but why would she date a loser like me when she has her pick of almost every queer athlete?”
Much to my chagrin, I was not athletic by any means, which was definitely an insecurity of mine. Deep down, I still felt like the sad, closeted, insecure kid with no friends that I was in High School, despite all of my work in therapy.
“You may not be athletic, but you’re super kind and loyal as fuck. Trust me when I say that what you think you may lack in physical attractiveness pales in comparison to the type of person you are. You’re full of green flags— except for your inability to take a good selfie, which most people find endearing. Face it (Y/N), the only thing that’s standing in your way is you. You control your own destiny, and you my friend are a catch; remember that.” Said Alex
“Thanks for hyping me up, my guy. I’m going to talk to my therapist about this.” I said.
“As you should, (Y/N)! I’m here for you if you need anything, and I’m only one call away. You got this homie.”
I ended the call and reflected upon Alex’s advice.
Everything you want is in reach and ripe for the taking! You got this (Y/N), I thought to myself.
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Torn III
Kewis x Child!Reader
Summary: You're still sick
Mommy doesn't get you dressed properly the next day.
She lets you stay in your pyjamas because you're sick. She's sick too but not as sick as you.
Mom, of course, still has her hurt knee but she's the only one not sick in the entire house.
Your head pounds and your nose remains stuffy even as you play with your dinosaur toys, making them attack each other because they're in a war and that's what things do in a war. They fight.
"Open," Mommy says and you firmly clamp your teeth together," Chook, I'm not joking. Open."
She's got a syringe full of medicine in her hands and you refuse to open your mouth.
You've never had good tasting medicine before and you refuse to believe that Mommy's gone out and bought some.
You keep your mouth shut.
"Chook," She says sternly," This will make you feel better."
You sniff, wiping your nose on your shirt and shake your head. You know if you talk, Mommy's going to dose you up so you settle on just glaring, puffing out your cheeks to show her that you're wise to her tricks.
"Chook," She says again," We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way, you're taking your medicine."
"Chook," Mom says from the sofa," Come here."
Warily, you skirt around Mommy and run over to Mom, who lifts you up to sit next to her. Immediately, she attacks your sides with tickles and you can't keep your mouth closed anymore, opening it to let out peals of giggles.
Mommy squirts the medicine down your throat and Mom's ticklish hands disappear.
You glare, eyebrows drawing together in outrage. "That was mean!" You say," You cheated!"
Mommy laughs, ruffling your hair. "It was sneaky," She says," Not cheating. You'll feel better soon."
You huff but know she's right, shuffling off the sofa to return to your toys.
Helen joins you, curling up next to your side. Her ear flicks a few times as you continue your dino war. You have to blow your nose a few times because it gets clogged but Mommy is right because the churning of your stomach settles and your head no longer feels like it does when you bang it on a wall by accident.
"What do you want to watch?" Sam asks, channel surfing as she keeps one eye on you playing with Helen.
Kristie sighs. She doesn't look as bad as you did but it's still clear she's sick. She's got a bit of a fever and the end of her nose is all red. "Something that requires me to not think," She groans, massaging her temples to stem off the headache. She's only recently taken her own painkillers so she has a bit of wait until they kick in.
"So trash reality tv?" Sam teases and Kristie whacks her with a pillow.
You're playing nicely on the rug with Helen and your dinosaurs despite how ill you are.
Maybe eating all that dirt gave you a stronger immune system than Kristie thought.
"There's Love Island," Sam offers and you whip your head around.
"No!" You say," That's mine and Auntie Millie's show! You can't watch it! It'll spoil it!"
You sound adamant and Kristie manages to get out a laugh that could have been a cough.
"It's not a new episode, Chook," Sam assures you with her own laugh," It's last season. It's not going to spoil anything."
Your brow furrows for a moment before you're up on your feet. You've got two dinosaurs clutched in your hands as you wiggle yourself between your mothers.
They're sitting close enough that their legs are touching so you make sure to force them apart so you can be comfortable.
"Last season was okay," You tell Kristie very seriously," I will watch with you so you know what's going to happen. Mom, you need to put on Love Island."
Sam keeps laughing. "Oh? I need to, do I Chook?"
"Yes. That's what I just said. You need to, Mom."
With the other options being Deal or No Deal and Flog It, Sam's pretty sure that Love Island was truly her only option and changes the channel.
Clearly, the medicine has perked you up a bit because Kristie doesn't get a moment of respite the entire episode as you narrate what's going on during every single little moment.
Somehow, you manage to put yourself to sleep during it until you're lying draped over Sam and Kristie's laps.
"And we just let Millie watch this show with her?" Kristie asks, dumbstruck and Sam chuckles nervously.
"I didn't think she actually absorbed this much of it," Sam replies," It's like she studied it or something."
You shift a little in your sleep, death gripping your plastic dinosaurs so hard that Kristie can't pry them from your hands.
"Well," Kristie says," At least she's taking her nap without arguing."
"You mean, at least you can take your nap without her interrupting," Sam teases and Kristie rolls her eyes.
She lifts your limp body easily into her arms as she stands up. "Well, just for that. I don't think you can join us for naptime."
"Hey...Kristie! Kristie, wait! I'm sorry! Wait for me!"
Kristie doesn't wait for Sam though as she makes her way to their bedroom.
She settles you in the very middle of the bed but slipping in next to you.
You wiggle a little bit as Kristie tugs you closer, laying a protective hand over your belly just as Sam hobbles in, taking her own place in bed on your other side.
Helen joins in too, leaping up onto the bed and curling herself up around your feet.
"You have to get her to take medicine when we wake up," Kristie says, already half asleep.
"No fair! She's wise to my tricks now!"
"Not my problem, Sam."
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description: in which harper calls y/n mama for the first time after you and mini finally move in together and no longer hold a relationship together via facetimes
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katrina gorry x female reader
disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.
warnings: this one is so cute - just fluffy learning how to co-parent ughhhh
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y/n laughed as she span Katrina once more, the woman laughing with her as she unpacked her final box. Harper was sat on the sofa watching with a wide smile.
Katrina and y/n had been together over a year now, the two having started dating January of 2023. Harper had never really known life without her, though she was aware she was not of relation to her.
Katrina, up until recently had been playing in Sweden, the couple keeping their relationship together with facetimes and quick flights over when they had any time.
However, Katrina had finally signed for y/n's team of four years West Ham United, and now the two were finally together full time, excitement had spread through them at the idea of actually fully starting a life together.
Katrina and Harper had arrived a week ago, their move yet to be announced, which gave them time to move the two Australians into y/n's apartment, a spacious three bed, due to the fact y/n had friends stay more often than not.
They were at their final box, unpacking Katrina's last bits of living items, Harper watching her mother and her mother's girlfriend dance as they did so.
"Come here monkey." y/n grinned, holding out her hands to Harper who grinned and squealed, standing up to grab y/n's hands and let the woman dance with her.
y/n cooed as Harper's little feet jumped on the sofa, the girl laughing as y/n danced with her, Katrina could feel her heart warm at the sight and smiled.
Harper jumped off the sofa, y/n helping her to the ground and the little girl ran at her mother, shouting excitedly as she jumped at her, Katrina chuckling and picking her daughter up.
"Hey Harps." Katrina smiled, kissing her daughter's cheek as y/n moved over.
Katrina smiled, pulling the woman by her top so she could steal a kiss from her lips, the Australian smiling into the kiss as the woman craned her neck up to reach her girlfriend.
Harper let out a squeak pushing their faces apart and pulling at y/n's hair, which was all she could reach while sat on her mother's hip. y/n laughed as she ducked down and pressed kisses over Harper's face.
The toddler bursts into laughter, giggling at the feeling and Katrina can feel her heart almost burst at how cute the scene is. The family they were becoming was all she ever wanted.
"I think, it's time for some dinner." y/n says as she takes Harper from Katrina. "What do you want Harps?" y/n asks her as the girl thinks.
"Chicken nuggets!" Harper squeals and y/n chuckles as Katrina sighs.
"I guess we could make a stop at McDonalds." Katrina hums and y/n looks at her with a grin.
"I won't tell if you don't?" y/n offers and Katrina grins before y/n moves to get her keys, Harper telling her in garbled words that she didn't want to get down from y/n's hip.
The three piled into the car, Katrina watching sweetly as y/n clipped Harper into her car seat and kissed her nose before shutting the door and turning to face Katrina.
"What?" y/n asked her, looking rather sheepish worried she had overstepped a boundary.
"I just, love you so much." Katrina smiles, moving in to press a kiss against her lover. "I'm so happy to be here." She says again.
y/n smiles against Katrina's lips, her head ducked so they could meet and her arms wrapped tightly around the woman, bringing her close so they could be in each other's tight holds.
"I'm so happy you're here." y/n promises her, pecking her lips once more before she moves around and opens the passenger door for Katrina who chuckles and steps into the car. y/n grinning as she got into the driver's seat.
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Katrina had settled in fantastically over the last few weeks, sinking into training easily, fans going crazy over the small bit of content they had recieved during her signing video.
Harper had joined, wearing her own shirt and number along with her mother, holding a mini mic which she shouted into in excitement when y/n had walked in.
The small girl running over with a wide grin and giggling when the woman grabbed her and lifted her into the air, before scooping her up in a tight hug.
Katrina and y/n were not a secret, the internet thought they were very cute, especially the clips of them after the Australia vs England game in the World Cup, where y/n's team had sadly knocked out Katrina's to get to the finals.
Currently the two were in bed, their first game since Christmas, in the WSL tomorrow against Tottenham. Katrina was settled onto y/n's shoulder, arms wrapped around her as she hummed happily.
The two were quiet, listening to the sound of London wind as y/n ran her hand down Katrina's face, occasionally pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"I'm so happy you're here." y/n murmured quietly, Katrina smiling into her shoulder.
"God, you're such a softie." Katrina tells her. "Scary big defender, all tall and chiselled, all you are is a great big softie." She continues and y/n chuckles.
"Only for you love." y/n tells her, leaning down to peck her lips.
Katrina grins into her shoulder, rolling her eyes as y/n tenses. The sound of small footsteps echo and the door is pushed open, a tearful Harper walking into view.
"Hi Baby." y/n smiles, sitting up and looking at the clock which read 11pm. "What's the matter?" y/n asks as Harper moves over, y/n quickly scooping her up.
"Bad dweam." Harper says, her little voice thick with sleep and sadness as she crawls over to her mother and pushes her head into her collarbone.
Katrina sighs and sits up, y/n doing the same as she wraps and arm around Katrina and brings the woman into her side, Harper balanced on her chest.
"It's okay. We're right here monkey." Katrina promises Harper. The girl sniffles, laying her tiny hand on Katrina's other shoulder.
"Why no cwothes?" She asks and y/n closes her eyes, sucking in a large breath as she tries not to laugh, Katrina's eyes widening in panic.
"We just got a little hot monkey, thought we would be cooler this way." y/n tells her, Harper now recovering from her bad dream and sitting up stretching her arms as she scoots over to y/n, arms raised.
"Off." Harper says before Katrina calls her name and sends her a pointed look. "Pwease." Harper adds and y/n chuckles, helping the girl take her top off, leaving her in her night nappy.
"Do you wanna stay here for the night?" y/n asks her, Katrina sending y/n a slightly pointed look as Harper nods and falls into y/n's chest.
The woman chuckles and leans over, switching her bedside lamp off as she settles down and brings Harper closer to the middle, so she was between the two.
"Night babe." y/n says as she pecks Katrina's lips. The woman humming into the sweet kiss. "Night baby." y/n then says, leaning down to press two kisses to Harper's cheek.
The toddler giggles tiredly before reaching out for her mother who presses a kiss to her other cheek, the girl then falling asleep quickly know she was safe.
"You're so good with her." Katrina whispers to y/n softly, knowing it was something y/n worried about.
"You think?" y/n asked worriedly and Katrina smiles.
"I know babe." Katrina promises before the two slowly drift into sleep.
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y/n panted as she ran after the ball, trying to fight her way through the wind which was becoming almost impossible to run against now, the ball was hardly staying down and as she approached the edge of the box, waiting for Kristie's corner she wasn't sure how this would go.
It was currently 4-4 and the 89th minute. It had been an incredibly eventful and busy game. y/n being kept very busy, especially considering they had lost Shannon due to a red card twenty minutes in.
That left three very stressed defenders of Kirsty, y/n and Hawa, Rihanne refusing to switch the formation leaving the three to fight as best they could.
Which unfortunately tonight was not the best. As they crowded around the box for the last attempt of the game, y/n watched as Kirstie kicked the ball while holding it so it didn't blow away.
Bethany England reached it first, heading it to y/n, who just swallowed and sent her foot through it, watching in shock as it skimmed Katrina's back, and into the goal.
The echo of the fans at Chigwell were nothing compared to Katrina shout of happiness as she ran at her girlfriend proud of her as the team barrelled on top of her.
Soon, y/n got them up, pushing them back to their places with a shake of her head as she walked back to her own, Mackenzie quickly racing out of her own goal to pick her up in a squeeze before running back.
The whistle blew two minutes later, West Ham fans screaming in excitement as the group cheered, relieved that they had moved further up the table and away from relegation with a big win.
y/n was laughing with Hawa as they walked over to Katrina, who was talking to Kristie with Harper on her hip. Harper smiled as she saw y/n, fighting to get down as she ran over.
"Mama, look at my shirt!" Harper cheered, turning around to show y/n's number and name which made the woman grin.
"Wow, don't you look so cool!" y/n smiles as Katrina walks over. y/n suddenly pauses. "Wait." y/n breathes. "What did you just call me?" She asks.
"Mama?" Harper asks, looking up at her. Katrina smiles, as if having seen this coming and y/n crouches as Harper places her small hands on y/n's cheeks.
"Okay baby." y/n smiles, pressing a kiss to Harper's head. "Okay." y/n nods as she picks her up.
"Don't cwy mumma." Harper tells her and y/n lets out a tearful laugh as she wipes a few tears away.
"No, of course not." y/n chuckles at the girl, smiling softly as she presses another kiss to her head and Katrina smiles, moving over to join them.
"Macca!" Harper calls and y/n chuckles, placing Harper down who ran to the Australian goalkeeper, the woman picking her up with a smile and cheer.
"She called me mama." y/n said to Katrina who smiles softly, leaning up and pressing a loving kiss to y/n.
"I told you that you were good with her." Katrina smiles and y/n laughs, picking up Katrina with a wide grin, the woman's legs wrapping around y/n's waist as she spun with her.
"She called me mama!" y/n cheered again and Katrina laughed.
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this is a cute one because god bless that woman!
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You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare II Ali Krieger x Mewis!Reader
masterlist I word count: 2599
The heat of the day was gone, and it started to cool down in New Jersey. The breeze made you shiver, so did the words of Ali Krieger with whom you had a love affair for the past weeks: “Y/n, you’re 13 years younger than me and I just go through a separation from my wife.” “Ali.”, you tried to soothe her doubting face. Sadness lay in the eyes of the defender while she was looking at you: “I can’t do that.” “But you kissed me first and you said that it meant something to you.”, the hurt in your voice was undeniable.
Regret was shimmering through her words: “I shouldn’t have done that. You’re way too young for me.” “I’m not that young, Ali.”, you interjected. Eyerolling Ali countered: “You’re 26.” “Yes, which makes me an adult.”, you protested. Softly the older woman replied:” I know you’re.”
This didn’t change the fact that you were 13 years younger than her, this much you both knew. The defender made very clear that it was time to end the thing whatever you two had going on before anyone could get too hurt. So, you decided:” I should go.”
Meanwhile Ali’s daughter Sloane was standing right behind you and interrupted your talk, with big eyes she pleaded:” Don’t go, you promised me a good night story.” “No, she’s right. She should go.”, the dark-haired woman declared. The toddler looked disappointed at her mother: ”But-“ “It’s okay, Sloane. Maybe, we’ll do that another time in the future.” , you reassuringly hugged the little girl.
Audibly Ali cleared her throat: “Goodbye, I hope I’ll see you soon.” “We play in the same team, so I guess we can’t avoid seeing each other.”, you reminded her. Nervously the older woman went through her hair with one hand: “Yes, sure.” “Bye.”, you waved at them. “Goodbye.”
Were those tears shimmering in her beautiful brown eyes? But weren’t you the one who was allowed to grieve the possibility of what you two could have become when she ended it? Confused you left the home of the woman who broke your heart.
A worried Sloane looked up to her mother:” Why do you look so sad, momma?” “I’m not. I just have a hard decision to make. But it’s bad time for you now.”, Ali tried to shrug it off. “No.”, the toddler whined. “Yes, come on.”, the defender’s lips curled up into a tired smile as she knew all too well that her daughter would be soon asleep by the time her small head hit her pillow.
“Ali! Lynn! Doesn’t my little sister look super hot in this outfit?“, Kristie Mewis yelled a week later at Gothams next NWSL game. It has become kind of a ritual that the players took pictures of their outfits before the games for social media. You stood in front of the camera, rolling your eyes at your older sister; “Kristie, stop it.“ “Just admit that I picked it out for you!“, she protested with a laugh. You objected, frowning; “I picked it out. You just lend me the clothes!“ “I picked it out!“, Kristie insisted again. You could easily forget that she was the older one. “Whoever did it, I’m sure every queer woman would be happy to unpack her.“, Lynn interrupted your discussion with a wink.
Ali who stood next to her, waiting for her turn to be photographed, said flatly; “What’s there to unpack? She’s barely wearing anything.“ You could feel your cheeks heat with anger. Before you could answer, Kristie looked at the defender; “Don’t be mean, Ali. It’s a cute fit.“ She gave you a proud smile while Ali shrugged; “It’s true, Kristie.“ Your sister deliberately ignored her negative comments and walked up to you; “Come here. Let’s take some sister photos together to send to Sammy.“ “Sammy will pout forever about the fact that she wasn’t included in this picture.“, you reminded Kristie and immediately smiled at the thought of your other sister who currently played in Kansas. Kristie grinned into the camera; “Let’s be honest, she probably would have ruined it.“ “Still, you know her.“ “Yes, I do.“, she rolled her eyes.
You had taken a quick selfie with Kristie too and texted it to Sam. Now you held up your phone in Kristies face; “Told you. She’s already pouting in her text messages. We need to send her a good snack for when she’s doing her next podcast episode to make up for it.“ “Trust me, she’ll survive.“, Kristie replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. Lynn nodded in agreement; “Yeah, she’s already busy with other things. Sammy will forget about that photo by tomorrow.“ As her podcast partner, Lynn always knew what Sam was up to. “Yeah, you two are probably right.“, you shrugged but sent your sister in Kansas a heart emoji anyway. “We are. Believe us.“, Kristie winked.
After the match Ali was standing next to your locker, arms crossed in front of her chest: “Where do you think you’re going with this outfit?” “I’m going out.”, you shrugged with your shoulders. Although her reaction fuelled your anger. She did not have a right to react jealous. Curiously she asked: “Out? With whom?” “Oh, just with Kristie and some other teammates.”, you replied nonchalantly.
Bitterly the defender answered:” Go and have fun then.” Innocently smiling Kristie intervened: “Isn’t Ashlyn looking after your kids tonight? Come on, Ali. You should join us.” “I don’t think Ali is interested in partying with us.”, you told her. Much to both of your surprise the captain of the team replied:” You know what? Why not? I got nothing else to do.” “Great, this is going to be so much fun.”, your older sister chirmed. A small smile lightened up Alis whole face: “I’m sure it will be.” “We’ll see about that.”, you whispered frustrated.
The club Kristie chose was new and trendy and settled in Manhattan. The music was good, and you and your teammates enjoyed the night out. A stranger came up to you: “Hi, can I get you a drink?” She looked pretty and you could not help but to nod along: “Sure.” “No.”, Ali interrupted the talk between the two of you. “No? I think I can decide that on my own.”, you huffed. Determined the defender shook her head: “No, you can’t.” With these words she took your hand and walked off with you.
Furiously you glanced at her: “Seriously, what the fuck Ali?” “What? It’s impolite. You’re out with us.”, she pointed out. Annoyed with her actions you scoffed: We both know that’s not why you did it.” “Maybe not. But that doesn’t matter. The others don’t have to know.”, Ali admitted. “Don’t worry, Kristie doesn’t know with whom I spent my summer.”, you disclosed. The mentioning of your older sister made the dark-haired woman smile in amusement:” “Kristie doesn’t seem to be bothered anyway. She’s on the phone with her girlfriend.” “And where are Kelley and Lynn?”, you couldn’t help but to ask. While Ali took you on to the dance floor without asking you: “At the bar.” “Oh.”
“Come on. You should have some fun.”, she smirked. As you were starting to move to the music you wanted to know from her:” Are you enjoying your parenting free night?” “I do.”, with that said you could feel her hands placed around your hips. You tried to keep your tone light: “That’s great.” “But I do miss them.”, the older woman answered. A sigh escaped your lips:“I miss them too to be honest.” “They miss you too.” Surprised you looked at her:”Really?” “Sure. You’ve met them quite a few times.”, Ali replied while her fingers touched your naked skin which made you shiver. Secretly you hated that your body still reacted to her like this.
Apparently, she had also noticed your reaction because she quickly pulled her hand away. “Yes, that’s true.“, you replied, trying to ignore what had just happened. Ali furrowed her eyebrows, looking at you intently; “Are you okay?“ “Yes, I’m fine… I think I’ll go home now.“, you explained, turning away from her. “Already?“ “Yes. Good night, Ali.“
You took your bag and were about to leave when you suddenly felt her hand close around your wrist. “Let me bring you home. Your sister obviously isn’t going to.“, Ali decided rather than offered. You followed her gaze to Kristie, who stood off to the side with her phone pressed to her ear and giggled about something her girlfriend must have said. “We should not interrupt her when she’s talking to her girlfriend.“, you had to admit. Ali finally let go of your hand; “I’m sure the others will make sure that she gets home safe. But now let me take you home.“
Your brain was constantly screaming at you while you accepted the offer and followed Ali to her car. The car ride was unusually silent but you were half expecting the awkwardness already. When the car stopped in front of your apartment building, you realized that Ali had gotten out of the car to open the passenger door for you. You gave her a tight smile; “Thanks for bringing me home.“ “You’re welcome.“, she answered politely. While pulling the keys out of your bag, you noticed that Ali hasn’t moved.
With a sigh, you turned to her, finally asking you the question that was bothering you the whole night; “Ali… did you already find someone new?“ The defender seemed taken aback by the question; “No. I’m not looking for someone right now.“ “I see.“ “It’s all a bit much right now. I thought I’d focus on myself and my children. What about you? Are you seeing anyone?“, Ali continued. You shook your head, your lips pressed together tightly; “No. I think I’ll focus on my career right now.“ “That sounds… reasonable.“ “I know.“ You were just about to turn the keys and unlock the door when Ali spoke up again; “You know I’m sorry, right? I didn’t think when we started this. Or else I wouldn’t have put us both through this mess.“ “So you regret us?“, you asked, your voice a pitch higher than you wanted it to be. “That’s not what I said.“, Ali retorted defensively.
You heaved a long sigh; “I guess it’ll be easier when the season ends.“ “Yes. I think it will be. That gives us more space.“, the defender agreed. “Right and we’ll never have to see each other again.“ Ali rolled her eyes at your remark; “You know, you can be a bit dramatic sometimes?“ “To be fair, I learned from the best. Kristie and you.“, you laughed involuntarily. “I’m not dramatic! Your sister is!“, Ali protested with a wide grin. “Yeah, she’s a little bit more drama.“
For a second, everything felt like the break-up never happened but then Alis’ face turned serious again; “See. I’m sure you’ll be alright. You’re an amazing soccer player, smart and pretty, and you have your two sister who always got your back. You don’t need me.“
“Ali, you know that’s not true. I do need you.”, you disagreed. Her expression was unchanged as she answered: “No, you don’t.” “I still don’t care about the age gap. I thought you should know that. Good night, Ali.”, you smiled disappointed. “I do know that. Good night.”
Yet she still did not move so you asked the defender:” Ali, why are you still standing here?” “What? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking.”, Ali blushed. “Thinking about what?” “Mistakes.”, the older woman truthfully replied. Sharply you shot back: “Well, I think you made very clear that we were a mistake.” “No. But apparently think that if you keep accusing me of saying that.”, she shook her head. You could feel your cheek turn red:” Sorry.” “ I don’t think this was a mistake. What was a mistake was the fact that I didn’t think about it before starting something with you. That would have saved us the trouble.”, Ali summed it up. Slowly you nodded:”Right.”
“But now I’m wondering if it’s a mistake to let you go.”, the defender cautiously looked into your eyes. The words left your mouth before you could think more deeply about them: “Don’t let go.” This said she closed the gap between you and pressed her lips onto yours while you replied to her kiss with an equally passion, running your hands through her dark long hair. All the emotions finally making their way out as you embraced each other. Needless to say, Ali did not leave that night.
After your now girlfriends last game where was a big party being held in her honour. All her friends were there to celebrate her long soccer career. Proudly you kissed her which made Kristie gasp out loud: “Oh. My. God!”
“Why are you yelling, Kristie?”, your other sister Sam Mewis asked amused because she was well versed in the older sibling’s talent to make everything super dramatic as if you were part of a reality show. “Our little sister is making out with Ali!”, the blonde shouted into her ear. Unimpressed the taller woman looked at her:” And?” “And seriously?!”, Kristie repeated playfully shocked.
That made Sam laugh out loud: “Yes?” “Why aren’t you freaking out about this?”, the smaller midfielder wanted to know. “Should I?” “Well, they look happy, right?”, the older sister observed as she glanced at Ali and you. Giggling the middle sibling remarked: “I don’t know. They’re about to eat each other up.”
Kristie grimaced in disgust; “Ew, gross.“ “As if you and were any better with your girlfriend.“, Megan Rapinoe interrupted the sisters, giving Kristie a smirk. Sam gasped with widened eyes, happy about the mutual understanding between her and Megan; “Don’t even get me started! You can’t even have a normal conversation without them making out!“
“Let’s try it with this new couple, shall we?“, Megans wife asked, a challenging look on their face. But before she could her plan to action, Ali took her lips off of yours for a second and yelled; “We’re busy here!“ “Get a room!“, Kristie answered. You eyed your sister with scepticism; “Coming from you?“ “Don’t talk to me in this tone, young lady.“, Kristie warned, playfully raising her finger at you. You cringed; “You’re my older sister, not my mum.“
Ali got up, taking your hand in hers; “Let’s leave, love.“ “Please.“, you answered, looking at your sisters with feigned disdain. “Bye, guys.“, Ali waved while gently leading you outside. Kristie watched you with her mouth open; “You can’t just abduct my sister.“ “This is consensual.“, you clarified with a laugh. “This better be!“, Kristie yelled after you. You smiled at her and Sam, waving them goodbye; “See you tomorrow.“ “Or not.“, Kristie added. Sam snorted; “Probably not.“ “Girls!“, you called. But Ali nudged you with her shoulder, giving you a wink; “They are not wrong though.“ “Go.“, Sam rolled her eyes, gesturing for you to finally leave. Sue smiled as she watched you two; “Seems like we don’t have to worry about Ali being bored after her retirement from soccer.“ “I was never worried about that.“, Megan replied, amused.
Kristie in the meantime had taken a step away from the group and was holding her phone to her ear. “Kristie, what are you doing?“, Sam asked. “Uhm, telling mum the news?“, her sister answered, looking at her like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Sam shook her head at her; “Oh my god, Kristie. That’s exactly why I’m mums favorite.“
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Victory
Ali Krieger x fem!reader
The game is intense. Both teams have been playing hard, leading it to be 0-0 after the full ninety minutes, causing it to head into overtime. It’s 105 minutes in and Gotham has taken control of the ball. Kristie passes it downfield and it continues to move forward as Portland’s defenders scramble to guard the ball, but because they’re a little behind, it leaves a space allowing Katie to shoot the ball and hit the back of the bet.
The whole stadium goes wild, including you standing up with Sloane on your hip, cheering with the crowd. She looks around cluelessly with noise-canceling headphones, making her look even more adorable than usual. Kyle alongside you has Ocean in his arms while pumping his fist up and down at the new lead.
Only 14 minutes later, they are advancing to the finals. Ali looks up into the stands with a bright smile, seeing her family witness her journey through her career, but she is quickly pulled aside by her teammates who continue to chant they’re not finished yet.
After a few more minutes, you and Kyle make your way onto the turf with the kids to meet up with the captain. Kelley, Kristie, and Lynn all talk with her but once she sees you approaching, she excuses herself and jogs over.
“Mama won.” Sloane slurs with a cute little grin.
“Yes, she did!” You exclaim as you continue to bounce the little girl on your hip, something she has always enjoyed for whatever reason.
Ali laughs and takes Ocean out of Kyle’s arms without her smile breaking once. “I’m so happy you’re all here. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”
“We’d do anything for you, sis. Right, Y/n/n?” He wraps his arm around Ali’s shoulder before nudging you to answer. You divert your attention back to the girl and notice she’s already staring back at you.
“Of course. Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”
You all stand around and talk for a bit with a few of her teammates. The Portland breeze picks up, making it feel much chillier than it actually is. You’re only covered by a thin zip-up, not thinking the temperature would drop mid-game and freeze you half to death. Your shivering is noticed by Ali, so she shrugs off her coat and rests it on your shoulders before taking Sloane from your hands into her other arm.
“Ali, you’ll be cold now. I’ll be fine-“
“You’re clearly cold and you need to warm up. I’m hot anyways.” She shrugs you off and talks to both of the kids in her arms. You’re lucky that the bitter weather makes your cheeks rosy or she definitely would’ve noticed the deep blush rushing to your cheeks at the gesture.
You have been friends with Ali since forever. Your feelings for her have grown stronger and stronger as time moved on to the point where you’re now sure you’re in love with her. The only problem is that she split from Ashlyn months ago and you were her shoulder to cry on through her heartbreak. To you, it’s still too soon to even think about making a move, especially when she has more important things to think about like her retirement and her kids.
Sloane and Ocean have become important to you as well, treating them as one of your own. The little girl is a goofball and the little boy is a bit of a stinker at times, but nothing makes you love them any less. Ali sees the way you interact with them which makes her melt to the floor, knowing that you’re perfect in any way.
Long before the divorce, she knew it was over with Ashlyn for a while. They both argued constantly and Ali didn’t want the kids to grow up in a toxic environment. When Ashlyn cheated, she weirdly felt relieved. Maybe it was because it made her feel less guilty for growing feelings for you. Her best friend.
When the split happened, she ran to you. Even if she knew it was going to happen, it was still devastating. No matter what caused the divorce, she’ll still always care for her ex-wife, and knowing everything is changing with her career, love, and family, it breaks her. You’re there for it all. Her ups and downs, highs and lows. You assure her she’s stuck with you forever.
So here you are now, in Portland watching the captain survive and advance to the finals. Kyle drove you and the kids since Ali had to arrive a little earlier to get ready, but she insists her brother heads back to his hotel and she’ll take everyone back with her.
“Let me go wash off and gather my things then I’ll meet you here. Are you okay with watching them for a couple of minutes?” The taller girl asks, gesturing to the two toddlers in your arms.
You wave her off the best you can with her busied hand and say, “I’m sure I can handle these angels. Now hurry! I want to get back to the hotel.”
“Jeez, I thought I was bossy.” She snarks, walking away but not before the tip of your foot meets with her behind. “Ow! Meany.” You stick your tongue out on her which she returns, causing the kids in your arms to giggle at their Mama’s banter.
Kelley walks out with Kristie and sees the two giggling toddlers. Rushing over to you, she drops her bag, holds out her hands with a grabby gesture, and takes Ocean from your left arm. Kristie quickly follows and pulls Sloane into hers, allowing her arms to relax from the removed weight.
“I’ve missed you two.” Kelley coos at the boy while sticking her finger out for him to wrap his tiny hands around.
“I want one.” The blonde next to you frowns. “Can I keep her?”
“Mmm, I don’t think Kriegs would be happy with me if I sell her children-“
Your statement is cut off by the locker room door opening, revealing the said girl with dampened hair and a bag swung over her shoulders. “I leave you for a few minutes and you’re already auctioning off my babies?”
“Am not! Kristie is thinking about stealing Sloane!” You defend yourself while pointing to the girl.
“Hey!”
Ali chuckles and wraps her arm around your waist, pulling you into her chest. You don’t know if she realizes what she’s doing, but you’re far from complaining about the closeness. You both watch as your guys' two friends continue to mess with the children before you see them yawn.
“Alright, time to go. Gotta put these two to sleep.”
Kristie frowns but reluctantly hands Sloane over to you anyway. You smile sympathetically and pat her back with your free hand.
“I’m going to call Sam and ask for one now. I’ll see you two later.” The girl hops off on her phone, most likely already face-timing her Australian fiancé.
Kelley also bids her goodbyes, parting ways from the four of you, letting you all finally walk out to the car. You both buckle them in before you settle into the passenger seat and Ali in the driver.
The car ride remains silent besides the quiet hum of the radio in the background. You keep your gaze out the window, watching the unfamiliar buildings pass and the stars in the sky. The two toddlers in the back both fall asleep due to it being past their bedtime and the eventful day they had.
As you pull into the hotel parking lot, you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn around to look at the peaceful two.
“They’re so precious.” You mumble in awe to which Ali hums in agreement, also looking with you.
You both grab their sleeping forms and head into the hotel room. You’ve been staying with Kyle at his, but since she insisted on driving you back, you follow her into her room, thinking she might want to hang out for a bit. When in the room, you both first change the kids' clothes and place them into their little cribs for the night.
Ali sighs and thumps onto the bed in the middle of the room with her hands covering her face. Her shirt rides up due to her arms lifting, exposing her muscular stomach. You sit at the edge of the mattress and admire the beauty in front of you. A clearing of a throat breaks your stare and turns your attention to the brunette who is now sat up staring at you with a ghost of a smirk.
Heat once again radiates onto your face, embarrassing you further proving you just got caught. The best moves and the sheets shuffle from her moving to sit next to you. She nudges her shoulder with hers as she continues to look at your side profile.
Breaking the silence she says, “I’m happy you came with us to Portland. It means a lot to me; you being here through everything.”
“Like I said, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
You look up back at her and your stomach twists at the sight of her gaze remaining on you. With both of your heads turned, your nose is almost hitting against hers. For a second, you swear you saw her eyes flick down to your lips, but maybe your eyes are deceiving you, feeding into your delusional mind that thinks she may feel the same.
Surprisingly, your mind wasn’t faking you out. Her hand reaches out and rests on your cheek, the soft pad of her thumb stroking your skin gently. She slowly leans in closer when she sees you look at her lips, taking it as a sign you’re not going to find her disgusting.
“Is this okay?” The brunette asks as her lips hover over yours. You nod instantly, not trusting your voice at the moment.
That’s when it finally happens. Her lips slot into yours like a missing piece to a puzzle you worked ages on. The kiss is firm, not too soft to make you think she’s unsure, but not too rough to make you think there’s no meaning behind it. As it continues, her other hand moves down and strokes your thigh which makes you crumble even more into the kiss while your hands rest lightly on her chest.
It lasts until you two need air, pulling away you rest your forehead against hers, giggling lightly in delight.
“What are you giggling about?” She smiles at the sweet sound.
“I just can’t believe this is happening. I’m really happy is all.”
Your right-hand slides itself to the back of her neck and rubs up and down, soothing the tense muscles. She sighs in relief from the feeling and pulls away slightly to be able to look at you. If she was a cartoon, hearts would appear in her eyes from seeing you smile softly at her and your doe eyes roaming her face.
Not being able to control herself, she pulls you in again and places multiple pecks on your lips, causing you to giggle at the outburst and try to lightly shove her off. She finally stops when she hears a quiet whine from the crib which makes the both of you pause and see if you woke one of the toddlers up. Lucky for you, they must have fallen back asleep as quickly as they woke up.
Ali moves to lie down on the mattress before opening her arms wide, signaling for you to lay down with her. You slot yourself comfortably into her embrace and cuddle into her chest. She presses one final peck to your head before whispering, “You are the one for me.”
You tap her waist 3 times, telling her you feel the same, something you've both done ever since you started hanging out. Both exhausted from the thrilling day, it doesn’t take long for slumber to take over your bodies, making you miss the quiet buzz from your phone.
brother kriegs<3
im hoping you finally made the move since youre not here. cant wait for you to be my sister-in-law. i have been dreaming of this day since you admitted your feelings xx
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wet dream | sam kerr x kristie mewis
kristie can’t sleep.. sam has a wet dream.. smutty fluff ensues
Jet lag is not a choice.
As much as Kristie tries to tell her that it is, that jet lag is some kind of false mentality that people use as an excuse for travel exhaustion, when really it’s just a mixture of sleep deprivation and being in an airtight container for hours on end.
It’s her first time doing the Australia -> Dubai -> London trip and she’s never felt more awake yet dead asleep in her entire life.
Sam is the exception to jetlag, something that Kristie is still struggling to come to terms with, the 8 hour time difference is messing with her and even though it’s technically 2am in the morning, to her it feels like she should be waking up.
She’s come to terms with the fact that she isn’t sleeping any time soon, waiting for Sam to be deep in sleep until she reaches over to turn on the reading light on her side of Sam’s bed and pull out her book. Kristie’s eyes may be drooping and her body is aching but she figures if the reading doesn’t tire her out then nothing else really will.
It’s when she’s made it a few pages into the first chapter that the woman sleeping next to her starts to make little huffs and mewling noises, Kristie finds it cute. Sam and her have been dating for only a couple of months, most of it has been long distance due to covid so to have somebody she’s been desperate for, sleeping peacefully next to her, it makes her feel so much happier.
She stays focused on her book, her eyes slowly scanning over each words, paying far more attention to each syllable then she probably should. Sam’s adorable noises continue, little breathy, croaky noises leaving her lover's mouth as she moves alongside Kristie.
It goes on like that for a little bit, whilst Kristie works through pages upon pages, Sam’s noises slowly starting to get louder and her body jostling with the sheets as he dreams continue to consume her.
Kristie’s brain somewhere along the way must simply sync whatever noises Sam is generating out, her mind solely focused on the chapters that she’s working her way through, she doesn’t really notice when Sam’s little noises turn into moans, or when her tossing and turning turns into a sort of grinding motion, all she knows is that she’s gotten to the point where she’s suddenly feeling somewhat tired and if she’s going to try and go to sleep at some stage tonight now is probably the time.
She’s folded the corner of her book and put it down on her bedside table, about to flick out the light when she hears Sam beside her. Kristie does a double take, unsure if the sleep deprivation has actually gotten the best of her or if she’s just heard what she thinks she did. She freezes, waiting, and when she hears the same noise again, she flips straight over, untrusting of what her ears are picking up.
Her throat is dry, looking at Sam and watching as her hips thrust upwards, her mouth agape as little pants and occasionally a moan slips from behind her teeth.
Kristie can’t believe what she’s seeing, its truly baffling to her.
Sam and her have been together for just a couple of months, sleeping with somebody beside her after finally getting used to being alone in her bed has been an.. adjustment, to say the least. This feels like an invasion of Sam’s privacy in some way, like Kristie is seeing something she most certainly shouldn’t.
At first, it doesn’t even cross her mind that Sam would be dreaming about her, all Kristie can think about is how bad of a situation she’s suddenly in.
Her own thighs are slowly getting sticky as she sits frozen, a spectator in whatever it is that Sam’s dreaming of.
It’s not until her name is murmured out amongst a particularly loud moan and thrust of Sam’s hips that it all clicks for her.
Sam’s having a sex dream about Kristie, in bed with Kristie. A good one by the looks of it.
They’ve been apart for months, Kristie can’t really think of a time in their relationship where they’ve been together for more than two weeks, beside the time they quarantined together. Australia had been great, but they were in a house with Sam’s parents, it was hardly a place where Kristie felt comfortable to be fucking around with Sam, as much as Sam had tried her hardest.
It made sense that there would be pent up sexual energy, had they both not been so exhausted when they’d gotten home from the airport it probably would have been the first order of business, but both were too exhausted to eat, let alone try and reunite with each other's bodies.
So they’d settled for cuddles and a movie in bed, although Sam didn’t even make it ten minutes before she was dead weight on top of Kristie. That had been around 10 o’clock, It’s nearing 4 now and Kristie is desperate to succumb to her exhaustion but also aware that with Sam feeling whatever it is she is, she’s not getting to sleep until either Sam’s dream drifts away or she wakes up.
Kristie finds her own solution, when a particularly dirty moan of her name, tainted with the chestiness from Sam’s half asleep voice makes the stickiness between her legs transition to a desire so deep in her that she’d be stupid to ignore it.
Sam is the initiator out of the two of them, it’s always been that way and Kristie’s been happy to adhere to however Sam wants her in the bedroom, right now though, she’s got all the power and there are a million things going through her head. It makes her grateful that Sam normally takes the reins, because Kristie is fairly certain that if this level of thinking was needed every single time she wanted to have sex with her girlfriend then their sex lives would be far more boring.
Kristie leans over, pressing her lips to Sam’s neck, hoping that somehow it’ll wake her up, it doesn’t.
When her lips don’t seem to suffice, Kristie brings her hand up to Sam’s waist, her fingers dragging across her hip bones and slowly migrating up to the space between her ribs and breasts.
Kristie’s fingers are feather light, trying to coax Sam out of whatever deep sleep she’s in, it only seems to spur on the state she’s in though, her body leaning into Kristie’s touch and her pants getting louder.
Kristie’s running out of ideas, her wet lips are dragging up and down the column of Sam’s neck and her fingers are pressing in slightly harder along her hips bones and the underside of her breasts, yet Sam is still completely unconscious.
Kristie’s brain short circuits, her desperation for Sam to wake up so that she can finally have a moment with her before getting some good, quality sleep.
Suddenly, her pointer and thumb are pinching down on Sam’s nipple, twisting it in her fingers until Sam's whole body jerks, her eyes snapping open.
It’s uncharacteristically sadistic for Kristie. She doesn’t normally like to inflict pain on anybody, especially her loved ones, but she can’t help but love the way that Sam’s body reacts.
Sam takes quite a few seconds to realise exactly what’s happening, Kristie buries her lips and face in Sam’s neck sucking little marks into her neck.
Sam’s body tenses for a couple of seconds, probably whilst she’s trying to figure out what’s happening, but as soon as everything begins to put itself into place, Sam’s body relaxes, her hands raising from beneath the covers to shift Kristie’s hips onto her own, helping Kristie to swing her legs over Sam’s hips and straddle her. Kristie’s lips never leave her neck, her hands however, move up and down, dragging along the skin along Sam’s torso.
“Kris.”
Kristie continues suckling at Sam’s tanned neck, specifically focusing on her pulse point.
Kristie’s determined, she knows Sam is already worked up, she’s determined to somehow work her up even more, get her as hot and bothered as possible.
“Kristie, babe.”
Sam’s hands tighten on her hips, when Kristie’s lips don’t let up, Sam reaches her hands up, gently pushing Kristie’s head out of her neck, getting a proper look at her.
“Babe, no teasing.”
Sam’s words have a clear undertone, Kristie is not in charge.
She’s temporarily been handed control due to her jumping Sam, she is not the one calling the shots though.
“Good dream, huh?”
Sam’s blushing, it’s a sight that Kristie’s seen very little of, her very confident and cocky partner all of a sudden looking subdued.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
There is the cockiness, back in full swing.
“Kristie, oh, Kristie.”
Kristie’s mimic of Sam’s noises are pretty accurate in her own opinion, Sam seems less than impressed.
“Is it a crime for me to dream about my girl?”
The possessiveness has Kristie keening, Sam’s always made it clear that Kristie is hers, she’s not one for sharing, Kristie belongs to her and vice versa.
“Mm, so what exactly were you dreaming about me?”
Kristie’s hands haunt Sam’s skin, dancing in small circles all over her, purposely avoiding the spots that she knows will give Sam any form of pleasure.
“Kristie.”
Sam’s whining, it’s something Kristie doesn’t see very often.
“Tell me and I’ll touch you, tell me what’s got you so worked up.”
Kristie brushes her fingers over Sam’s nipples, just long enough to feel them harden underneath her tips before moving them away and back down to Sam’s stomach.
“You can’t be serious?”
Sam’s displeased, but she’s also desperate for Kristie’s hand to do something other than draw little patterns up and along her skin, she wants them touching her, touching her where she needs her the most.
“Babe, you got me so worked up with all those little noises, those little thrusts? All whilst you were asleep, now I want you to tell me what was it about that little dream of yours that made you moan louder than I’ve ever heard, or maybe I won’t touch you at all.”
Sam is a quiet lover, she expresses her feelings and thoughts on her face, she doesn’t need to vocalise. That’s why Kristie had been so shocked to hear her so unusually loud.
“Kristie, don’t forget your place.”
Kristie figures that if she’s ever going to try and one up Sam, her time is now. She’s got the advantage, she’s on top, Sam’s anchored to the bed underneath her, hips pinned underneath Kristie’s.
“I think I’m remembering my place just fine, now, what was it that you were dreaming about?”
Sam and Kristie are both stubborn by nature, neither of them like to lose, give up or give in. Sam looks so desperate though, Kristie’s convinced that she might just win this time around.
“Was dreaming about you.”
Kristie rewards the admission with a squeeze of Sam’s right breast, but that’s it, she needs more if Sam wants more from her.
“C’mon love, you can do better than that.”
Kristie brings her fingers back up to the nipple she’d previously abused, tugging at it gently, licking her lips when Sam’s back arches up from underneath her.
“Fuck Kris, seriously?”
Kristie nods her head, her lip caught between her teeth as she subtly grinds her hip against Sam’s and continues to toy with the nipple between her fingers.
“Dreamt about Paris.”
Kristie smirks, a big knowing smirk.
Her hands trail down, under the waistband of Sam’s cotton sleep shorts, cupping her, feeling the warmth and wetness that has spread itself all over Sam’s shorts and thighs.
“Mm, what about Paris baby, you can do it, tell me.”
Sam looks like she might just kill Kristie, her dream had put her on edge, but Kristie teasing her, it’s putting her on a different level of arousal.
“F-fuck Kris, the balcony, the kitchen, the beach, the bed, all of it.”
Paris was the last time her and Sam had the opportunity to properly share a bed for less than 24 hours, after the Olympics, it had possibly been the best sex Kristie had in her entire life. Four days, of just her and Sam. It had been the first true introduction they’d had to each other, the first time that they got to properly appreciate and worship every part of each other's bodies.
Kristie lets her finger dip down, connecting with Sam’s clit. Sam rolls her hips into Kristie’s fingers, vying for more pressure, more movement, more anything.
“Mm? What about it, you can tell me.”
Kristie keeps her thumb on Sam’s clit, whilst her middle finger and ring finger trail down through Sam’s wetness to her cunt.
Sam’s completely soaked, her arousal is all over Kristie’s hand, her pussy is attempting to suck Kristie’s fingers in, Kristie is too tempted, but she’s relishing in the power she holds and she’s not quite ready to give it up yet.
“You want my fingers? Tell me what you were dreaming about.”
Kristie put her two fingers right at Sam’s entrance, dipping in and out with the very tips of her fingers.
“F-fuck me, Kris.”
Kristie shakes her head.
“I’ll fuck you when you tell me what you were dreaming about.”
Sam’s so desperate, more desperate than she thinks she's ever been before.
“Fuck, Kris, all of it, night two after dinner in the shower.”
Kristie smiles, it’s a favourite memory of hers.
Something about showers, alcohol and first time anal was pretty hard to forget.
Kristie pushes her fingers slowly into Sam, there isn’t any reluctance but she wants to draw out Sam’s pleasure for as long as possible, to do that she has to be slower, hard and fast too early is probably going to result in Sam orgasming in ten seconds.
Kristie starts off with a slow pace, trying to find the spot inside Sam which she knows will make her legs shake.
It doesn’t take too long, Sam helps her, jutting her hips up into Kristie’s hand until she finally brushes up against Sam’s sweet spot.
Kristie’s desperate to draw out one of those moans that she heard whilst Sam was in her unconscious state, it’s a sound that she’ll never be able to get out of her head and she’s so desperate to hear more of it.
Kristie pushes her palm down against Sam’s clit, roughening her approach and fastening her strokes.
“Getting close babe? Making you feel good am I?”
The scrunch between Sam’s brows tells Kristie all she needs to know, but she wants to hear it from her.
“F-fuck Kris, so good.”
Kristie smirks, this is definitely not the way she would have imagined spending tonight and even if it’s panned out in a weird way, she definitely isn’t mad about it. These moments with Sam are what makes being together so perfect, there is always some surprise or something new that’s introduced with every new step they take together.
“Mm, gonna cum for me babe?”
Sam nods her head, her lip caught between her teeth, her back arched up and her bed hair spread out across the pillow as if it were a halo of brown locks.
“F-fuck Kris, gonna cum for you babe.”
Kristie smirks, leaning down to press her lips to Sam’s.
The kiss is rushed and desperate but Kristie loves it, she loves every second of it.
“Be loud for me baby, I know you can do it, c’mon, cum all over my hand.”
Sam’s hips suddenly freeze and she lets out a deep groan into Kristie’s mouth, her walls spasming around Kristie’s fingers.
She grinds out the aftershocks on Kristie’s hands, Sam’s hips nudging up against Kristie in random movements as she comes down from her high.
Sam pushes Kristie’s hand away when it becomes too much, Kristie gently removes her fingers from Sam’s pussy, bringing them up to her mouth and licking Sam’s taste off of her fingers. Once she’s done, she leans down, bringing Sam into a dirty kiss and sharing the flavour that she’s grown to love so much.
When Sam’s hand makes its way down to the band of Kristie’s sleep shorts, she shakes her head, pulling Sam’s hand from her skin and bringing it up to rest on her arm. Kristie wants some sleep, and she knows that if Sam and her get started she’s not getting some any time soon.
Sam’s brow raises in questioning, neither of them are one to turn each other down, and it’s taking every part of Kristie’s will to deny her.
“Sleep baby, sex tomorrow.”
Kristie rests her forehead against Sam’s, pressing a kiss to the bridge of her nose.
“You, my love, are magical and I’ll prove that to you in the morning.”
Kristie presses more kisses to Sam’s skin, enjoying the praise from her girlfriend.
“Was I equally as magical in your dream, huh?”
Kristie giggles as Sam’s hands begin to assault her sides, digging into her ribs and sending Kristie into a fit. She is vulnerable enough for Sam to be able to flip her over so she’s no longer the one on top, Sam is.
“You are magical all the time, in my dreams, on the pitch, in my bed, across the world, you are perfect.”
Sam’s the one now who begins to press kisses all over Kristie’s face, her lips attach themselves to every single part of her scalp, nose and cheeks.
“Alright, I get it, you love me.”
Sam hits Kristie’s chest, rolling her eyes as she tumbles off of her body to lie down next to her.
Kristie keeps waiting for the day where this all ends, where the honeymoon phase suddenly stops and all of the love sick obsession finally passes and yet it hasn’t, not a bit of the puppy love that started on their first date has faded and it honestly terrifies Kristie because she doesn’t want the day to come, she’s petrified that it will come and that her love for Sam will suddenly, rapidly diminish.
“I love you too Sam, you’re just as perfect.”
Sam smiles at Kristie, the both of them flipped on their sides and looking at each other with the same amount of admiration as each other.
“Mm, well there will be lots of loving in the morning, but you my love look exhausted and in need of some hugs.”
Sam makes grabby hands and Kristie leans into her touch with such ease that it’s practically no effort whatsoever.
Sam leans over to turn Kristie’s reading lamp off, switching it off before gathering Kristie in her arms and relaxing back into the pillows.
Sleep comes to Kristie a lot easier, the mixture of Sam’s touch and her exhaustion helps her to drift off, in possibly her favourite place on earth.
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WOSO MASTERLIST
-Leah Williamson
Legacy’s Daughter
International Break
I’ll Take Care Of You
Hot Tub Tease Part 1
Hot Tub Tease Part 2
Hot Tub Tease Part 3
Under the Surface
Starting a New Streak
Clothing Swap
Stop the Teasing but don’t Stop
-Jessie Fleming
I can be your New Home Part 1
I can be your New Home Part 2
I can be your New Home Part 3
Winter Olympian
All Tatted Up Part 1
All Tatted Up Part 2
Running out of Time
Are You Jealous?
Canadian Wonders
Media Day
Our Story
Goalkeeper
They’re gone now
Kissing Strangers
In Front of the Camera
In Front of the Camera part 2
In the End
Against All Odds
For Her Safety
Moose
-Jill Roord
Mama & Mommy
One Shot
The Two Roord’s
-Mapi León
The Girl in the Bleachers
New Fear Unlocked
Collision Madness
-Vivianne Miedema
Always Here
They Know
Sick for you
-Alexia Putellas
The Jacket
Award Night
Mama Putellas
One Time Won’t Hurt
-Guro Reiten
Us Always
I Had To
Into the Closet
-Jordan Nobbs
Loosing Control
Back with Her
Miles Difference
-Kristie Mewis
The Confidence she Needed
Soft for Her
-Katie Mccabe
Her Clumsy Girl
Yellow Card Madness
Kids and Katie
-Sam Kerr
Not so Champs
Even Protectors Break Down
-Ona Batlle
Comfort Spaniard
Tattoo Tour
Don’t Let Me Go
Good Girl
-Lauren Hemp
Soft for Her
-Erin Cuthbert
Saving the Game
-Niamh Charles
Smitten for you
-Caroline Graham Hansen
Going Through It
Going Through It Part 2
-Entire Teams
Cool Heart, Hot Headed (Lionesses)
Sleeper (Man United)
-Patri Guijarro
Greece and Wives
-Gio Queiroz
Little Does He Know
-Alessia Russo
Sun Through the Curtains
-Platonic fics
Pernille Harder and Magda Eriksson
Pernille Harder and Magda Eriksson
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MASTERLIST
MINORS DNI, please leave requests if you want! I write for a lot of woso, do not repost my stories!! If you have sent a request to another writer, please do not send the same one to me<3 Feel free to leave comments, etc!
Kid Fic List!
KATIE MCCABE
Miss Australia (18+)
Part One Part Two
KYRA COONEY CROSS
Communication (Fluff)
Media Duties (Communication pt 2)
Until We Moved Away (Fluff)
HAYLEY RASO
My Girl (Fluff)
KERSTIN CASPARJI
Charmer (Fluff)
LEAH WILLIAMSON
Inappropriate (suggestive, slight angst)
Bled Blue (18+)
ALESSIA RUSSO
Carded (Fluff and Angst)
Lilo’s Sparkle (mum! Alessia, fluff)
LAUREN HEMP
Home Away From Home (fluff)
Girl(friends) (fluff)
Bug And Bingo (fluff, caitlin foord! child! daughter)
JESSIE FLEMING
Way To My Heart. (fluff)
CAITLIN FOORD
Bug And Bingo (fluff, mum! caitlin)
NIAMH CHARLES
Armband (fluff, suggestive)
Back To You (18+)
Brown-Eyed Girl (Baby Fic)
Under The Sheets (Coming Soon) 18+
LIONESSES
BABY ENGLAND SERIES
part one part two part three
headcannons
^ suggestions/plot request completely up to audience discretion. I will only continue this if people want me to.
Open to make a similar Auswnt one (Baby Aussie?)
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illness pt. 2
A few days later, Y/N's friends decided to take matters into their own hands. They were deeply concerned about her health and knew that waiting any longer wasn't an option. Jessie, Kristie, and Sam hatched a plan to trick Y/N into seeing a doctor, despite her reluctance.
"Hey, Y/N," Jessie said one morning, her tone casual, "how about we go grab some coffee today? There's this new café I've been wanting to check out."
Y/N, still under the impression that her friends had respected her wish to avoid the topic, readily agreed. "Sure, sounds great. I could use a good cup of coffee."
Little did Y/N know that the coffee shop was just a cover for their true intention—a doctor's appointment that Kristie had secretly scheduled. They believed that once Y/N was at the clinic, she would be more likely to follow through.
As they arrived at the medical clinic, Y/N's confusion and frustration grew. She had expected a coffee shop, not a doctor's office. Her anger flared as they entered the building.
"What's going on here, Jessie?" Y/N demanded, her voice sharp with irritation.
Jessie exchanged a glance with Kristie and Sam, their determination unwavering. "Y/N, we're just taking a little detour. Trust us, it's for your own good."
Y/N felt a surge of anger rise within her. "This is not what I agreed to! You had no right to do this."
Despite her protests and frustration, Y/N found herself sitting in the doctor's waiting room, her arms crossed and her mood decidedly foul. Her friends had tricked her, and she couldn't believe they would go to such lengths.
The minutes ticked by slowly, and Y/N's anger simmered beneath the surface as she waited for her appointment. She shot occasional glares at her friends, who remained resolute in their decision. They knew that Y/N needed to get checked out, even if she was furious with them in the process.
“Y/N?” A nurse came out before Y/N stood up to follow her.
“No, you guys can stay out here,” Y/N snapped when she saw them wanting to go in with her.
… … … … … … … … … …
Y/N continued to seethe with frustration and anger as they left the doctor's office, her frustration simmering beneath the surface. Her friends, Jessie, Kristie, and Sam, walked alongside her, trying to offer words of comfort and support, but her mood remained dark.
"I can't believe you all did this," Y/N muttered, her voice tinged with resentment. "I could have handled it on my own."
Jessie reached out, attempting to hold Y/N's hand, but Y/N pulled away, unwilling to accept their gestures of reassurance. She was furious that her friends had tricked her into the appointment.
The ride back home was tense and filled with awkward silence, with Y/N stewing in her anger. When they finally reached their destination, Y/N stormed inside her apartment, slamming the door shut behind her while Jessie, Kristie, and Sam felt the repercussions of their actions.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have done that.” Jessie sighs feeling a tremendous amount of guilt. “We know how much she values trust and honesty and that stunt we pulled wasn’t the right approach.”
“She wouldn’t have gone.” Kristie tries to reason. “It happened before. She refused to seek medical attention during one camp a few years ago despite everyone trying to convince her she needed it. Coach had to give her an ultimatum and it saved her because it turns out she was playing with a broken rib that was centimeters from puncturing her lung. One wrong hit or twist and it would have had terrible circumstances. She’ll refuse doctors until someone forces her.”
“Still feels wrong.”
… … … … … … … … … …
Y/N phone rang a few hours later and when she saw the caller ID, her heart skipped a beat. It was the doctor. She knows better than the doctor's calling after hours. With trembling hands, she answered the call.
As she listened to the doctor's words, her world seemed to spin out of control. Shock, fear, and disbelief washed over her, and she could hardly process the devastating news.
After hanging up the phone, Y/N was in a daze. She needed to clear her head, to escape the suffocating reality that had suddenly encased her. Without a word, she grabbed her shoes and jacket and headed for the door, determined to go for a walk to gather her thoughts.
As Y/N walked past Jessie, Kristie, and Sam, her friends immediately sensed that something was terribly amiss. The weight of their concern bore down on her, but she remained resolute, refusing to acknowledge their inquiries.
"Y/N, is everything okay?" Jessie asked, her voice laced with genuine worry. She exchanged a concerned glance with Kristie and Sam, who were equally perplexed by Y/N's demeanor.
Y/N's steps slowed briefly, a hint of hesitation in her gait, but she quickly pushed it aside. She couldn't bear to let them in, not when her world had just been shattered by the doctor's call. Without a word, she continued to move toward the door.
Kristie reached out, gently placing a hand on Y/N's arm, trying to get her attention. "Y/N, please, talk to us. Something's clearly bothering you."
Y/N jerked her arm away, her emotions boiling over. She couldn't keep up the façade any longer. Her voice trembled as she finally addressed them, her eyes brimming with tears of frustration and despair.
"You want to know what's wrong?" Y/N snapped, her tone bitter and broken. "The doctor called me with the results. You want the answer so bad?!” Y/N paused, “It's cancer. Are you guys happy now?"
Her revelation hung heavily in the air, a crushing weight that sent shockwaves through their hearts. Jessie, Kristie, and Sam were stunned into silence, their expressions shifting from concern to disbelief. None of them had expected such a devastating diagnosis, and they were left grappling with their own guilt and remorse for how they had handled the situation.
Jessie stepped forward, her heart aching for her girlfriend, and she instinctively moved in to offer a comforting hug. But Y/N's reaction was visceral. She pushed Jessie away with a force that surprised them all.
"Y/N…" Jessie began, her voice trembling with concern.
Tears streamed down her face as she lashed out at her friends, her voice filled with bitterness and betrayal. "No, fuck you all for ruining my trust. I need to be alone."
Her words hung heavy in the air, cutting through the tension in the room like a knife. Y/N's anger and pain were palpable, and she felt like her world had crumbled around her.
"Y/N, you shouldn't be alone after that news," Sam spoke up, her voice gentle but firm. She understood Y/N's need for space, but she also recognized the immense weight of the diagnosis and the importance of being there for their friend in her darkest hour.
“I need space. If you have any respect for me and what I need, you will not follow me. Just let me be by myself.” Y/N opens the door to leave before turning back and requesting one more thing. “Don’t tell anyone about this.”
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I Shouldn't Be Jealous (You Aren't Even Mine) (Kristie Mewis x Reader)
Kristie Mewis knew she didn't have the right to be jealous, sleeping together in no way meant you were dating. However, when she saw Alessia Russo's arms wrapped tightly around you, she couldn't help but march across the field and stake her claim on something she wanted and didn't have.
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“Y/N!”
You turn on your heels, your lips splitting in a massive grin when you see Alessia Russo jogging your way.
Considering you were currently a member of Arsenal, you and Alessia were incredibly tight, you had grown up together after all and even when Alessia left the NWSL to play overseas, you were still thick as thieves.
Since your childhood, you were attached at the hip, partners in crime your parents would call you, and that still stands to this day.
You can’t help but laugh when Alessia lifts you in the air and does a spin, the blonde kissing your cheek playfully.
“Knock it off.” You snort, pushing her chest halfheartedly, the blonde wrapping her arms around your neck.
“But it’s been so long since we seen each other!” She giggles and you roll your eyes.
“I don’t think I’d call a few weeks a ‘long time’.” Your fingers forming quotation marks in the air.
Alessia swats at your hands.
“Don’t act like you didn’t miss me...” She smirks and you shake your head, knowing that she was right.
“Shut up.”
You’re so deep in conversation with your best friend, that you don’t realize you’re being watched closely by a certain mid-fielder, a mid-fielder who was currently fuming.
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Kristie Mewis was jealous, incredibly jealous.
She knew she shouldn’t be; she knew she had NO reason to be, it wasn’t as if you were dating after all, but seeing Alessia Russo run up to you, wrapping her arms tightly around you and spinning you in her hold made her scowl.
She knew you weren’t dating, sleeping together to blow of some steam didn’t mean you were dating, but she still couldn’t stop the urge to stake her claim, especially when Alessia’s hands rested gently on your waist.
The final straw for her was when Alessia’s arms wrapped around your neck, the blonde kissing your cheek lovingly, whispering softly in your ear.
Kristie’s hands ball into fists, her nostrils flaring.
“What’s the matter with you?” Emily Sonnett asks, her brows furrowed.
She follows Kristie’s gaze, her hazel orbs widening.
Her lips split in realization, the blonde turning back towards her teammate.
“Oh my god, you’re jealous.” She teases, falling silent when the older woman shoots her a glare.
Emily bursts into laughter, her arms wrapped around her middle.
“You’re SO jealous.” She snickers, Kristie’s blue orbs going aflame, something that makes Emily’s laughter cease.
“Coming Lindsey!” She yells, Lindsey Horan turning towards her with an arched brow.
“I didn’t--
“Yes, you did, now let's go.” She says, dragging the USWNT captain away, the woman wearing a confused expression.
Meanwhile, Kristie is still seething, her feet subconsciously carrying her towards the two of you.
You turn, your eyes widening when you see the look on Kristie’s face, your brows furrowing.
“Is something wrong?” You ask as you approach her, the blonde glaring daggers at Alessia, her brows arched as Kristie reaches her hand out, shaking it a bit harder than necessary.
“Good game.” She says through gritted teeth, Alessia’s blue orbs darting between the two of you.
“Everything okay?” She asks, her brows knitted in confusion.
Kristie takes your hand, intertwining your fingers with a smug smirk, noting the twitch at the corner of Alessia’s mouth.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” Kristie asks, giving your hand a squeeze, her hand resting on the front of your jersey, your muscles prominent beneath her palm.
“Are you ready?” She asks, your eyes dropping to the hand resting on your abdomen, your cheeks flushing.
“U-Uh, yeah, give me just a second.” You say, turning towards Alessia, giving her a shrug, the two of you equally confused.
“Well, I gotta get going anyway. It was great seeing you!” Alessia says, wrapping her arms around you once more, Kristie’s hand still very much in your own as you hug the English Player.
Alessia turns, kissing your cheek again before she jogs towards her teammates, Kristie’s blue orbs burning holes in her back.
“Are you okay?” You ask as you turn to Kristie, her blue orbs leaving Alessia’s retreating form and locking with your Y/E/C’s.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She says, her voice clipped.
“Kris, I know you.” You say, placing your hands on her shoulders before you turn her towards you.
“I know when something is wrong.” You say, ducking down to catch her gaze.
Kristie sighs.
“It’s nothing, now come on, we have to get to the locker room.” She says, dragging you across the field towards the locker room.
You screech to a halt, your eyes widening, a smirk stretching across your face.
“Were you staking your claim on me Mewis?” You ask teasingly, the woman stalling mid-step.
“Were you jealous?” You say, poking her in the side playfully.
She growls, turning on you her blue orbs locking with your Y/E/C’s.
“I was NOT staking my claim on anything, and I am CERTAINLY not jealous.” She growls, her hand leaving yours as she stomps towards the locker room.
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Kristie avoided you for the remainder of the day, you’d never seen the woman so jealous, but you also knew she’d never seen someone hanging all over you before.
You hadn’t expected her to react the way she did however, you hadn’t expected the woman you were simply sleeping with to stake her claim on you in front of your best friend.
In all honesty, it kind of made your heart swell.
You knew when you started this arrangement with Kristie, it was about blowing off steam, about having your pleasure sated with someone you trusted, and that someone was Kristie Mewis.
Your arrangement first started at the World Cup, the two of you sleeping together nearly the entirety of your time overseas.
Though you thought no feelings would develop, they did, and they did in such a way that made you long for the blonde for more than just sex.
You wanted her, in every sense of the word, you wanted to hold her, to call her yours, but that wasn’t what you agreed to, that wasn’t going to happen.
At least that’s what you thought, now though, with her current display on the field in front of Alessia, you wondered if she felt the same way you do.
Just as the thought cross your mind, your hotel room door swings open, the woman you were sharing it with making her way inside, her blue orbs meeting your Y/E/C’s.
“Hey.” Kristie whispers, dropping her bag on the floor beside her bed before making her way out onto the balcony where you're standing.
The silence is tense, and awkward, the two of you choosing to remain silent, that is until Kristie’s hand moves to rest on top of your own.
Your eyes widen, your cheeks flushing pink as she pushes her fingers in between your own.
“You were right.” She confesses softly, your brows arching, though you remain silent.
“I was jealous.” She mumbles, a small smile stretching across your face.
“Why?” You ask, Kristie sighing softly as she shakes her head.
“I-I just...” She stammers, her mouth opening and closing, as if searching for a way to put her thoughts into words.
Instead, her mouth shuts, the blonde instead, cupping your cheeks gently before pulling you into a kiss.
The kiss is unlike any you shared before, the kisses between you before driven by lust, this kiss however isn’t.
It’s passionate, it’s soft, and loving, neither of you attempting to deepen the kiss like you typically did before, content with the slow and tender kisses you were sharing.
You reluctantly part, Kristie’s forehead leaning against your own, your noses brushing lightly.
“I love you, Y/N.” She confesses, your heart skipping a beat in your chest, your eyes going glassy.
“I think I have for a while, and seeing you with Alessia, just...” She shakes her head, her gaze falling to the floor.
“I wanted to be the one holding you like that.” She murmurs, her breath hitching when you tilt her chin upward with your fingertip until her eyes meet yours.
“First off, Alessia and I are only friends, and that’s all we’ll ever be.” You say softly, gently stroking Kristie’s chin.
“And second.” You pause, leaning in, your lips meeting hers again, the kiss even softer than the one you’d shared before.
“I love you too.” You whisper, Kristie’s eyes widening, her blue orbs watery as she surges in, her lips slamming against your own.
The kiss is intense and emotional, the small of your back meeting the balcony’s railing as you kiss, Kristie’s tongue eventually making its way into your mouth.
Her breath catches in her throat when you guide her backwards, her back now meeting the opposite railing.
Your tongues tangle, the blonde midfielder moaning into your mouth, her hands sliding up the back of your shirt, her fingertips prodding into your back.
She gasps when you lift her into the air, pressing her against the balcony’s door, burying your face in her neck, the woman moaning as you nip at her pulse point.
Her legs wrap around your middle as you suck a bruise into her neck, now staking your claim on the woman you have pinned between you and the glass door.
You carry her into the room, gently placing her onto the bed’s surface, something you’d done multiple times, but this time it was so different.
You jerk your shirt over your head, leaving you in nothing but a bra and the pajama bottoms you were wearing.
Kristie holds her arms up, a signal that she wanted her upper body to be as bare as your own.
You jerk her shirt over her head, tossing it across the room before crawling on top of her, your lips inches away from her own.
“I know we’ve done this plenty of times before, but I want this to mean something.” You whisper, the woman’s chest rising and falling rapidly.
You yelp when you’re rolled over onto your back, the woman now straddling your middle.
You sigh when her hands settle on your stomach, her fingers prodding into your abdominal muscles as she teasingly runs a finger down the line between your abs.
“I do too.” She says softly, smiling as she ducks down to kiss your lips before almost immediately pulling back.
Your throat bobs when she undoes her bra in one swift motion, the sight of her bare chest never ceasing to make your cheeks flush.
She moans softly, her head tilting backwards when you cup her breasts, lightly teasing her nipples with your thumbs.
“Ah.” She moans when you sit up, your lips wrapping around one of her erect nipples, your tongue lashing against the pink bud.
Lithe fingers tangle in your hair as you turn your attention to her other breast, giving it equal treatment as the other, but unlike the other, you leave small purple bruises in your wake.
“Who’s staking their claim on who now?” Kristie teases and you chuckle, rolling the two of you over, her back now against the bed beneath you.
“Nobody better ever see these besides me.” You say, flicking your tongue against her nipple again, Kristie gasping softly.
She sits up, unhooking your bra, her lips wrapping around your own nipple, a groan crawling up your throat.
“God, I love that sound.” She says against your breast, giving your nipple a light bite before turning her attention to the other.
You push her back onto the bed, her back arching when you slide a hand between you, her slick already soaking through her shorts.
“So wet for me, huh?” You ask, teasingly drawing small circles against the wet spot on her shorts.
“Oh.” She moans, throwing her head back when your teasing caresses increase in speed, the circles you're drawing against her much faster than before.
“Just like that.” She sighs, her brows knitting as your hand leaves her entirely.
She moans loudly when she realizes your hand is sliding into her shorts, bypassing her panties and making direct contact with her clit.
“Fuck.” She moans as you press your thumb against her clit, giving it a small rub.
“Please.” She begs, whimpering when you tease her opening with your fingertips.
“Mmm.” She whines when you slide two fingers into her tight heat, your fingers expertly and almost immediately finding her spongey frontal wall.
She keens as your fingers slip in and out of her, curling in just the right way to massage the spot in her that makes her see stars.
“Yessss.” She hisses, her dark blue orbs fluttering open, locking with your equally dark Y/E/C’s.
“Keep your eyes open.” You whisper, your throat bobbing as she does everything to fight her fluttering eyelids, her core fluttering around your fingers.
She gasps when you slip a third finger into her, the pulsating of her core around your fingers, telling you that she was close.
“I love you, Kris.” You whisper, leaning in, your forehead resting against hers as your fingers slide in and out of her pulsing core.
“I love too--
Kristie’s back arches, a high-pitched moan leaving her as she trembles, her core clenching down around you, pulling your fingers in.
You draw small circles on her clit, prolonging her orgasm, the woman continuing to twitch and whimper.
She grabs your wrist, stopping you from rubbing her clit any further.
“Jesus.” She pants, a smirk stretching across your face as you grab her ruined shorts and panties, dragging them down her body and tossing them behind you.
Your eyes lock with Kristie’s as you slide down her body, your tongue swiping across your lips as you hook Kristie’s legs up over your shoulders.
You wiggle your eyebrows, the blonde giggling as you tickle her inner thighs with the tip of your nose.
“Do you think you can handle anymore?” You ask, kissing the inside of her thigh tenderly.
“We can always stop if you want.” You smile, leaning your cheek against her thigh, the blonde brushing a strand of loose hair out of your face.
“You get in THAT position, and you think I’m going to tell you to stop now?” She asks with a grin, and you chuckle.
“I will admit, I WAS hoping you wouldn't want to stop.” You smirk, your eyes falling to her glistening core.
Kristie’s fingers tangle roughly in your hair when you surge in, running your tongue along her slit before flicking it against her clit.
“Fuck.” She sighs, moaning when your tongue runs through her lower lips, teasingly circling her entrance.
Her back arches, her eyes squeezed shut.
“Right there.” She whimpers when you start sucking on the throbbing pink bundle of nerves between her legs.
Kristie’s back arches off the bed as she climaxes with a loud cry that you know can be heard in the rooms nearby.
She quakes violently, your lips wrapped firmly around her clit, sucking it wildly until she’s crying out again, being rocked with a third orgasm.
This time, you stop, knowing the blonde was spent, the woman panting heavily, staring bleary eyed at the ceiling above.
“You alright there?” You ask as you crawl up her body, the woman chuckling breathlessly as you collapse beside her.
“More than alright.” She says, covering her eyes with her hands before she turns towards you, your arms wrapping around her as you pull her against your chest.
“What about you?” She asks, and you hum, ducking down to kiss the top of her head.
“I think we’ll have enough time for you to return the favor, don’t you?” You ask, the woman leaning back to look into your eyes, a loving smile stretched across your face, your Y/E/C orbs sparkling with what could only be described as pure adoration.
She leans in, pressing her lips gently against your own, before bumping the tip of your nose with hers.
“Yeah, we do.” She says softly and your lips split in a grin.
“You better, I mean I DID just make you orgasm three times.” You shrug and she rolls her eyes, giving your shoulder a playful shove.
“Oh, trust me, I haven’t forgotten.” She snorts and you smirk your tongue trapped between your teeth as you sneakily slip your hand back between her legs, the woman gasping when your fingers again brush her clit.
She whimpers, her arms wrapping tightly around you as you draw small circles against the swollen bundle of nerves between her legs.
Her back arches as your small circles increase in speed, her brows furrowed.
“Fuck.” She says, her mouth a gape, her head tilted back.
It isn’t long before she begins shuddering as she climaxes again, her nails digging into your back as her thighs quake, the slick between her legs growing.
“Shit.” She whispers against your neck, panting heavily, her hot breath dampening your skin.
“You won’t forget that one either, right?” You ask, and she chuckles, kissing your collarbone.
“Not a chance.” She says, continuing to pant, gently caressing your back, knowing she’d done some damage with her nails.
You snort, the woman pulling away from you with a furrowed brow.
“What’s so funny?” She asks and you chuckle.
“I thought you were going to murder Alessia.”
She scoffs, hiding her face against your neck.
“Shut up.” She mumbles and you chuckle, tightening your hold on the woman.
“Come on, it was cute.”
You yelp when she playfully nips at your collarbone.
“It wasn’t cute.” She growls and you snort, the woman squeaking when you give her sides a squeeze.
“It was.”
She groans, nuzzling against your collarbone, a smirk stretching across your face.
“If this is what happens every time you get jealous, I might have to make you jealous more often.”
Kristie whines, her voice muffled by your shoulder, the exhaustion in her voice evident.
“You better not.”
You chuckle, kissing the top of her head again.
“I only have eyes for you.” You whisper against the top of her head, smiling when you realize the woman has dozed off.
You nuzzle against the top of her head before whispering again.
“I’ve only ever had eyes for you Kristie Mewis and I will always only have eyes for you.”
You tighten your hold on her, the woman humming as you bury your face in her blonde hair, you too eventually drifting off with the woman you loved, and the woman who loved you fast asleep in your arms.
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Her PR Guy- Ch.2
Y/N’s POV
It had been about a month since I started working for Gotham, and I was already loving every second of it. The players were among the nicest people I had worked with, but there was just one problem— I was self-sabotaging and avoiding a certain blonde midfielder who was exactly my type.
I was hardly able to function in Kristie’s presence without turning into a gay mess, so I had been avoiding her and not acknowledging my feelings. I knew what I was doing wasn’t healthy, so I decided to speak with my therapist, Celesta, about it.
***
As I sat in the waiting room of Celesta’s office, I noticed that the ESPN body issue had come out and was sitting on one of the side tables by the couches. Before I could gather the courage to see if a certain blonde midfielder was featured in the issue, Celesta came out to greet me and then escorted me to her office.
“So, Y/N, how have you been coping with your move to New York?”
“I’ve been doing pretty well, but I wanted to talk to you about something regarding work…”
“Go right ahead!”
“I’m attracted to one of the players I work with, and although I’m pretty sure the feeling is mutual, I have found myself avoiding her”
“Why do you think that is (Y/N)?”
“I think it’s because she’s out of my league and I don’t want to embarrass myself while talking to her. Also I don’t know why she would want to date someone like me when she can have her pick out of pretty much every queer person who’s single in the NWSL?”
“It sounds like you’re experiencing some imposter syndrome, but I’d challenge you to be nicer to yourself, and to stop with the negative self-talk. If you tell yourself something enough times, you’ll end up believing it.”
“Yeah, but how do I fix it and stop self-sabotaging?”
“I’d suggest coming up with an affirmation to say to yourself when you’re struggling; I think it would really help”
“I’ll be sure to try that from now on. Thanks Celesta!.”
***
The next morning, I decided to grab brunch at a local LGBTQ+ hangout with my best friend Danny. I didn’t know what to wear, so Danny came over early to help me pick out an outfit that would be fitting for my debut into the queer community of NYC.
I was dressed in a classic blue flannel, dark wash jeans, and a pair of chukka boots, and I could tell that there were plenty of eyes on me. Once we were seated by the host, our waitress came over and introduced herself.
“Hi, my name is Sammi, and I’ll be your waitress this morning! What can I get started for you boys?”
“I’ll take a mimosa,” said Danny.
“And I’ll have a strawberry banana smoothie, please,” I said.
“For sure, handsome,” Sammi replied, I’ll have your drinks out for you shortly,” said Sammi.
***
“She was super friendly and totally your type! You should definitely ask her for her number (Y/N/N)!”
“Oh shit…she was flirting with me, wasn’t she?”
“I mean, yeah, it was pretty obvious…”
“Goddamn! I can’t believe I didn’t pick up on that,” I groaned in frustration.
Sammi came back with our drinks, and asked, “Are you guys ready to order?”
“Yes,” said Danny, “I’ll have the buckwheat pancakes with a side of bacon”
“And what about you, cutie?”
“I’ll umm… take the the Eggs Benedict with extra hollandaise sauce.”
“Coming right up,” Sammi replied.
After Sammi left to put in our orders, I avoided eye contact with Danny in an effort to maintain some type of self-preservation.
“She’s definitely into you!” Exclaimed Danny.
“Maybe so, but I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship yet,” I replied.
“When are you going to stop letting Karen control your life?”
This wasn’t the first time someone in my circle had something to this effect. My buddy Alex had said the same thing when I was ranting about my huge crush on Kristie.
“Fuck it, you’re right Danny!” I said, “I’ll ask for her number when she brings us the check.”
“Slay! Look at you (Y/N/N)! I’m so proud of you.”
***
Sammi came back with our food shortly after I made the decision to “shoot my shot”.
“Here are those buckwheat pancakes with a side of bacon,” she said as she placed Danny’s plate in front of him.
“And here is your Eggs Benedict with the extra hollandaise sauce,” Sammi said with a wink.
As soon as Sammi left the vicinity, I started to freak out.
“Yeah, never mind. There’s no way I can handle asking for her number, I definitely don’t have the balls for that!”
“Well, why don’t you just write your number on the extra receipt and leave it there for her to see?”
“That’s actually not a bad idea; I think I will!”
“Okay then, let’s dig in!”
***
When Sammi came to collect our plates, I was beyond stuffed.
“I think I’m going to nap away my food coma when I get home”
“Me too, (Y/N/N)!”
After she finished bussing our table, Sammi brought our checks out to us, and sure as heck, mine had her number on it, along with a note:
You’re super cute and I’d love to go out with you! The ball’s in your court, handsome 😊
Kristie POV
I was sitting with Ash, Ali, Midge, and Lynn at Brunch when (Y/N) came up with the topic of conversation.
“Honestly, I’m not sure how that man is still single…if I wasn’t already in a committed relationship and in love with Marley, you’d best believe I’d be making a move on him,” said Lynn, “You mentioned that you thought he was cute, Kristie— what’s the hold-up?”
“I’m not sure, honestly. I’ve been flirting with him, but I think he’s starting to avoid me,” replied Kristie.
“Well, if I were you I’d take it up a notch. Be super direct and then leave the ball in his court,” suggested Ali.
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Kristie Mewis Appreciation
woso appreciation masterlist | with @alotofpockets
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Torn
Kewis x Child!Reader
Summary: No one tells you anything
Something bad happens to Mom when she's away with Chelsea.
She comes back with crutches and a bandage around her leg. It's pretty bad, you gather, but no one tells you what exactly is wrong with her.
"Careful, chook," Mom says as you round the corner chasing after Helen," Don't run so fast. I'm delicate."
You give her an unimpressed look at interrupting you but don't say anything because she's hurt. You have to do that a lot now. Mom is very busy trying to recover, Mommy tells you often, and that you shouldn't interrupt her while she's doing that.
Mommy is trying to clean up around the two of you while muttering to Auntie Sam on the phone. You think that's a little funny sometimes, that you have an Auntie Sam and the Mom's adult name is Sam too.
It's kind of funny but you don't dwell on it for long because Helen pops her head up over the coffee table that Mom's using to stretch her boo-boo leg. Helen gives you a look that says 'keep-playing-with-me' so you hurry to follow her, grabbing the jingly bells on a stick to wave at her.
It's her favourite toy and you shake it for her to paw at.
"Hey," Mommy moves past and takes it off you," Mom's trying to relax. How about we play quietly?"
You huff but don't argue. Helen mews rudely at Mommy as you go to sit in your play corner.
Mommy's packed away all your loud, interesting toys so you're forced to play with the boring princess toys Grandpa got you for Christmas. You make one of your dinosaurs eat her.
Usually, when you play with dinosaurs, Mom comes over to play with you but she and Mommy are cuddling on the sofa and talking in hushed voices.
You know that means they're having an adult conversation about Mom's injury that they don't want you to hear about.
You know the very bare minimum about Mom's knee. You knew she hurt it when she went on holiday with Chelsea and recently came back home from the hospital surgery she had.
She walks around on crutches now and isn't allowed to pick you up or run around with you anymore.
It's very annoying and it makes her sad sometimes. You try to cheer her up but Mommy always directs you to play by yourself because she's scared that you'll hurt Mom.
"What are you doing there, chook?" Mom asks when she watches you take the clothes off of one of your princesses.
"Dinos can't eat clothes, Mom," You reply," Got to be naked to eat."
You brutally smack your Spinosaurus against the princess and make crude eating sounds with your mouth.
Mommy wrinkles her nose in disgust like every time you do something like this. You think Mommy's a bit like a princess sometimes because she likes dressing up all pretty and is less willing to play rough with you like Mom does.
"What happened to playing nice?" Mommy asks," We have to treat everyone with respect."
You roll your eyes. "Toys aren't real people, Mommy. They're just pretend."
Mom laughs. "She's got you there, Kristie."
Kristie is Mommy's grown up name and you think that's kind of cool. Her name is even like a princess name and sometimes Auntie Sam jokes that she's the princess of eyebrows.
Mommy is very proud of her eyebrows but she's not been taking care of them like she usually does because she's very focused on helping Mom with her knee.
At the thought of Mom's injury, you huff and bumshuffle your way with your Spinosaurus and Allosaurus over to Helen sitting in her cat tree.
Sam watches you go. You've been different since she came home injured. Not different enough that she's overly concerned but enough that she's begun to notice it.
"She's doing it again," She whispers to Kristie as they both watch your little shoulders slouch into yourself when you turn around, as if to check that they're both still there.
Your eyes stay focused on where Sam's leg is propped up on the table.
"I think the injury is throwing her off a little," Kristie replies with a sigh," I imagine this is a lot."
"Are we paying enough attention to her? I mean..."
They watch you as you wander back to your play corner and try to drag your big tub of dinosaurs over to Helen's cat tree. You're practically obsessed with dinosaurs ever since you caught a rerun of Dinosaur King on the tv.
It had launched an obsession that Sam likened to her own for football and your absolute favourite thing was handing her and Kristie dinosaurs so they could play with you.
"Heya, Chook," Sam calls out," Do you need some help there?"
"Can't help," You grunt as you helplessly tug at the box," You're hurt."
"Well, I can help," Kristie says, already moving to get up.
You freeze her with a look of contempt. "Can't help either. You have to look after Mom." You move around the box to push it rather than pull and it suddenly gets a lot easier.
It's a stupid thing to be proud of, Sam thinks, but she's proud nonetheless. You're a good little problem solver and you're clearly picking up on hers and Kristie's behaviours without it being fully explained to you.
You sit in front of Helen and put out a dinosaur in front of her. Sam's not sure what kind it is but that's fine because you clearly do, as you choose your own dinosaur from the box and make it fight Helen's.
Kristie moves to sit crosslegged next to you. You spare her a glance but go back to playing.
She reaches into your box.
"Can't touch unless you're playing," You say firmly," And you can't play.
"Why can't I play?"
"Because you have to look after Mom."
"And that means I can't play?"
"No." You make Helen's dinosaur lay on its side and die because that's what happens with dinosaurs. "Because Mom's more important than playing and I'm littler so I can be forgotten."
Your words don't really make sense and yet somehow makes perfect sense to Kristie. She sighs.
"Are you feeling sad? Because I haven't been playing with you since Mom hurt her leg?"
"I'm not sad," You say as you pick out another dinosaur for Helen," I'm littler than Mom and she's bigger and has a boo-boo so she needs to be looked after."
"Mommy can still play with you," Mom says from her spot on the sofa. She hasn't said much since Mommy came over but she has been watching. "If you bring the box over here then I can play too."
You glance over your shoulder with a look that makes it clear you think she's lying. "You can't play, Mom," You say," Because you've hurt your knee and you're delicate. You said so."
"I did, didn't I?" Mom laughs a bit awkwardly. "As long as you don't run around or anything, we can still play. Here." She awkwardly moves to sit on the floor, throwing a sofa cushion down to rest her leg on as she sits by the coffee table.
You're still a little sceptical and you glance at Mommy to check. She's in charge of what you do with Mom because you're littler than her and she's got working knees.
She gives you nod. "If we all stay sitting, we can play at the table."
Kristie tries not to feel the guilt in her chest when you light up like a Christmas tree and shove your box across the floor. You never used to look so happy when she and Sam offered to play with you.
"You can be the Microceratus, Mommy, because it's pretty like you." You hand her the toy. "And you can be my Ornithomimus because it's fast." You hand Sam the toy.
Sam smiles. "Thanks, chook. What are you going to be?"
"I'm going to be Spinosaurus," You say," Because they're my favourite."
You dip into your box to grab your little trees and bushes to dot around the table to make a scene. You go to grab your Spinosaurus before stopping. You glance between Sam and Kristie.
"Can...Can we play later too? Please? If Mom's knee is less hurt?"
Sam smiles at you. "Of course we can play later, chook."
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Whumptober 2023: 28 (Sam/Kristie)
No. 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”
Bloody Knife | Sacrifice | “You’ll have to go through me.”
Spotting Kristie and Sam, you bolt towards them. You can hear the footsteps behind you, matching your pace.
The women turn their heads at the incoming commotion, confused and horrified at what they see. They can’t think of a single reason that you- a barely old enough to drink football player- would be being chased by a man twice your height and easily double your age. To make it even creepier, he’s wearing a shirt with your face on it.
(And as much as you hate it, you’re also kinda obsessed. It must be custom, there’s no way they sell that in stores.)
The rational side of your brain tells you that you probably shouldn’t be leading a strange man closer to your friends. The other part, the part currently winning, was screaming at you to make it to them as fast as you could. They were safe. They would keep you safe.
You approach the women, Kristie yanking you into her arms. Her grip is tight, pressing you close to her body and turning so she’s between you and your new friend.
Sam takes a different approach. She steps toe-to-toe with this man, not allowing the height difference to deter her. In her Australian accent, she’s shouting at him to leave you alone.
When he tries to respond, she shuts him up quickly with a sharp glare. He’s unsure as to what to do now, this much you can tell through the two bodies between you. But slowly, you can see him start to move his feet to the side. It’s a small movement, almost unnoticeable, but Sam and Kristie pick up on it immediately.
“If you’re going to get to her,” Sam threatens in a low tone, “you’ll have to go through me.”
The man stands, clearly unsure. On one hand, Sam’s scary. On the other hand, he’s so close that he could almost touch you- his biggest dream.
His decision is made a second later when another voice is heard.
“And me.”
If he thought Sam was scary, Kristie was absolutely terrifying. Deciding that it’s not worth it, he turns around and hightails it out of there.
The two women surround you, questioning what had happened and ensuring that you were okay. If only that man knew, these fierce bodyguards were actually total softies.
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