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Why won't you tell them? (Preath x Reader)

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Warnings: Slight mentions of feelings of worthlessness and not being enough.

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"When did this relationship become all about you two? Where's my say in this? Relationships are about compromise and working together, but I guess maybe we're not in a real relationship seeing as there is no compromise, it's all about you two and I get no say."

"Y/n-"

"No, I know you are scared, but you're not even willing to start by telling our family or friends. Do you have any idea how it makes me feel to have my girlfriends not want even a single person to know about us? Do you even realise how worthless and not enough it makes me feel? It feels like you don't care about me or my feelings, like you're ashamed of me, like I'm just a dirty little secret for you to keep hidden away."

I grabbed my bags, heading for the door. Christen and Tobin quickly followed, stopping in front of me before I could leave, "Wait, where are you going? We can work through this."

"My cab is here. I'm away filming for the next month remember? Take this time to figure out what you want and we'll talk when I get back. See you in a few weeks."

They looked like they wanted to say more, but sighed and told me they loved me instead. I didn't want to leave on bad terms, but at this point there wasn't much else to be said. We had been going in circles for weeks now and I honestly couldn't keep doing it. I loved them beyond words, I couldn't imagine myself with anyone else, but I was tired. I was tired of feeling like they were ashamed of me, that our relationship only existed within the walls of our apartment. Hopefully, the time apart would make something change. Even if it wasn't a good change, which I was really hoping it wouldn't be, it had to be better than living with the constant self-doubt and questioning about them and our relationship. 

I stepped around them, stopping just before the stairs. Even if we were fighting, I still needed them to know I loved them. You never know what's going to happen or when the last time you'll see someone is, "I love you too."

---

I hadn't had the chance to read the script for this episode before I got to set. When I finally read it, it was like a punch to the gut. The whole show centered around a couple that was in a secret relationship, one wanted to tell people, but the other wasn't ready. This episode was centered around a fight about it. All it did was remind me about the fight we had before I left, about the uncertainty of our relationship. The only upside to this was it would give me a chance to express my feelings while also making the acting look more real. 

The whole filming of the scene was painful, more often than not leaving me crying myself to sleep at night. I hadn't heard from Christen or Tobin since I left. I missed them like crazy, I was miserable, but we needed space from each other, they needed space to figure out what they really wanted. There had been countless times that I wanted to message them, to just forget about this whole thing so we could go back to how we were. I knew I couldn't though. 

Filming went by quickly and before I knew it the episode was airing. I never watched the movies or tv shows I was in, but I knew Christen and Tobin did. Even without watching it, I knew my emotions were on full display. There had been countless comments from people who watched the show. Most seemed to be focused around the fight scene. It was the scene where I had almost lost control of my emotions completely. The tears and emotion in my voice was real, the scene having taken me back to our fight. The fans had picked up on that with multiple comments along the lines of 'There's no way that acting was fake, the emotions were too real' and 'Something tells me that there were real emotions behind that, who would ever hurt someone as wonderful as Y/n?'. 

Part of me hoped that this would make Christen and Tobin realize just how much they were hurting me. That maybe it would make them a bit more willing to compromise. As much as I wanted the world to know, I would just be happy with our families or friends knowing. Hell, I would just be happy with them acknowledging my point of view and trying to come up with a starting point we were all happy with. As much as I didn't want to admit it, if nothing changed when I went home then I don't think I could stay. Their love and my love for them wasn't enough to outweigh the pain they were causing. 

Christen and Tobin's POV

It had been almost a month since Y/n had left for filming. We hadn't talked since she left, wanting to give her space, but we were also terrified. Maybe she would talk to us and decide that we were done. In a way, not talking to her meant nothing bad could happen yet. We missed her like crazy though, since the start of our relationship we had never gone this long without talking. In a way it was a wake up call. We got a glimpse into what life would be like with Y/n and it was not something we ever wanted or wanted to even experience again. The fear had overtaken us for so long, it was hard to break out of that. Even now without Y/n, it was hard, but now it was clear that something had to change.

We watched every episode Y/n was in. She had come so far since we first met and we were insanely proud of her. What we didn't expect was the episode to be so close to our current reality. The hurt, sadness, anger and tiredness was so real. It hit us hard, like a punch to the gut. We were hurting the women we loved because we were too scared to even tell one person about us. It didn't help that most of the comments were about how real her emotions were, even coming from the team who adored Y/n. Everyone could see something was wrong. Everyone could see the pain radiating off her. Something had to change because if it didn't then we would lose her for good. That thought alone was a thousand times worse than the idea of what people would think of our relationship. 

"We can't let her slip away from us, we can't lose her."

We didn't know when Y/n was coming back, we didn't even know if she was going to come back home when she landed. It took a good five minutes to write the message, but it was time to bite the bullet and just do it. 

Christen: I know we haven't talked since you left and we're sorry. These last few weeks without you or talking to you were absolute hell. We wanted to give you space, not contact you if it wasn't something you wanted right now. 

Tobin: We love you so much Y/n, we are so far from ashamed of you and we're sorry we made you feel like we were. You're not just some secret we want to keep, we want to shout our love for you from the rooftops, but we let fear get in the way. Things are going to change, we swear.

Christen: I know we hurt you and that's something we will regret it for the rest of our lives. We don't actually know when you're back or if you were planning to come home, but please come home when you land, we need to have a proper conversation about this. 

Y/n: I love you too. I'm back tonight, see you then.

"We're doing it, we're telling everyone. The only opinions of our relationship that actually matter are ours. That's something we should have realised a long time ago before we hurt Y/n."

"Let's do it. Let's announce it right now."

We didn't spend much time finding the picture we wanted to use. It was our favourite picture of the three of us. We were cuddled up on the couch, Y/n with a huge grin as we kissed her cheeks. The fear was overwhelming as we typed out the caption, but we pushed through. This was something we were determined to do, no matter how terrifying it was. 

Y/n's POV

I was waiting at the airport with one of my costars, scrolling tiktok to kill time when I was brought back by her practically yelling at me. "What the fuck Y/n?"

My hands went up in surrender, utterly confused as to what was happening, "What did I do?"

She turned her phone around, showing me two separate Instagram stories of pretty much the same thing. It was a selfie of Tobin, Christen and I cuddled up on the couch, both of them kissing my cheeks. Tobin's was captioned, 'A month is too long to be without you, we can't wait for you to get home <3 <3'. While Christens was captioned, 'I can't wait to be in your arms again, hurry home because a month is too long <3 <3'

I felt my heart speed up as I realised what this meant. They had just announced to the whole world that we were together. Without me being there, without talking to me, they had told everyone. They had broken through their fear. A part of me felt guilty though. What if I had pushed them into something they weren't actually ready for? I never wanted to force them into something they really weren't ready for, I just wanted them to actually consider it. I couldn't help but worry that they'll start to resent me for it. "Oh yeah, that. Surprise I guess."

"They're cute. How did you manage to get not one, but two beautiful women to date you when I can barely get one? That's just not fair."

I laughed, genuinely laughed for the first time in over a month, "Beats me, but I'm not complaining."

My phone started blowing up, I muted the notifications, not wanting to deal with it right now. I snapped a quick selfie, showing my luggage in the background before uploading it. 'Hurrying home to you <3'. Then I quickly messaged them so they knew I had seen it and that I loved them. 

Y/n: I can't believe you did that, you didn't have to jump straight to the whole world, but I appreciate it. I love you both so much, I've missed you so much and can't wait to see you. My plane lands at 6, I'll see you at home <3

Before I could even get in the door, a body slammed into me, arms wrapping tightly around me. Christens perfume filled my senses as I melted into her arms. I hadn't even realised how much I had missed them until now. Every time I was away, I missed them, but after not speaking to them for a month, it was like ten times worse. Tears prickled my eyes as I held her tighter, only pulling away to connect our lips in a slow, soft, lingering kiss. Everything I had been missing and craving since I left. The tears were fully falling as I pulled away, taking Tobin's hand and pulling her into a hug. I sunk into it, holding her just as tight as Christen. Our kiss was slightly more wet and salty due to the tears, but just as amazing. Being back with them was like a weight had been lifted. Things had been tense for quite a while, but now I felt the familiar sense of peace that I only ever experienced with them. 

We finally made our way inside, the tears were wiped from my cheeks as Tobin kissed my forehead, "Don't cry baby."

"I just missed you both so much. Let's not go a month without talking again. You're not going to start hating me are you? For making you tell everyone?"

"No. That will never happen, that could never happen. We love you Y/n."

Christen wrapped her arms around my waist, a light kiss being placed against my jaw, "You didn't make us do it, we chose to, we wanted to. You gave us the push we needed to do it, but you didn't make us. We're sorry for how much we were hurting you. We're sorry we ever made you feel like you were worthless and not enough, or that we didn't care. You mean the world to us Y/n, there is no one in this world that is better for us than you, there is no one in this world that we want and love more than you."

"We will never forgive ourselves for what we put you through, but we will do whatever it takes to make it up to you, to rebuild whatever trust or anything we have broken."

I pulled them down onto the couch, enjoying the feeling of having them cuddles against me again, "Yes you hurt me and yes I questioned our relationship, but you didn't break any trust or anything. You don't have anything to make up to me, you already have. You did the thing that terrified you, for me. So please don't beat yourself up for what happened. It happened, we've acknowledged it and now we're putting it behind us and dealing with whatever comes next together."

[holyblonded]

‘merica baby | stargirl

pairings: uswnt x teen!reader

summary: your first camp with the senior team

warnings: estrella and sonnet 😭

notes: estrella menacing on a different continent alert 🗣️🗣️

The sharp thud of your foot striking the ball echoes through the training ground, followed by the unmistakable snap of the net rippling as the ball rockets into the bottom corner.

“Again. Top left this time,” the assistant coach calls, tossing another ball into your path.

You barely break stride, your body moving on instinct. A sharp touch to control, a quick glance, and then, boom. Another strike, that lands right into the left corner of the goal.

From across the field, a group of veterans watches you closely.

“Damn,” Kelley mutters, arms crossed as she observes the drill. “She’s got a cannon on her.”

“Yeah,” Alex agrees, eyebrows raised slightly. “And she’s hitting those. Not just power, placement too.”

Megan lets out a low whistle. “Kid’s a sniper.”

“Didn’t she leave the Spanish youth team?” Sonnett asks, tilting her head. “Like, just dipped?”

“Yeah,” Alex nods. “There was some shady stuff going on with a coach, and she called them out. Said she’d never play for them again.”

That gets some approving nods from the group.

“Takes guts,” Megan says, watching as you send another shot flying into the top bins like it’s nothing. “Especially at her age. It’s admirable.”

“Wonder what she’s like?” Sonnett muses. “She’s been all business since she got here. Intense.”

Right on cue, Tobin and Christen stroll over, looking smug.

“Oh, she’s funny,” Tobin says casually.

The vets turn to them, eyebrows raised.

“You met her?” Alex asks.

Christen grins. “Yeah. We ran into her when she landed. Sweet kid. A bit mischievous.”

“Mischievous?” Kelley repeats, intrigued.

Tobin nods, smirking. “Cute too. We like her.”

With a shared glance, the veterans decide it’s time to introduce themselves properly.

As you line up another shot, you hear footsteps approaching. You glance up to see Megan, Alex, Kelley, and Sonnett standing nearby, watching you with amused expressions.

Megan gestures toward the goal. “You trying to break the net, or…?”

You wipe your face with the sleeve of your training top and shrug. “Just making sure it knows who’s in charge.”

Sonnett snickers. “I like her already.”

Alex steps forward, offering her hand. “We just wanted to come say hi. Welcome to the team, Y/n.”

You shake her hand, glancing at the others as they introduce themselves. “I go by Estrella.”

Megan grins. “We were just talking about you.”

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Tobin and Christen said you’re funny,” Kelley says, nudging you playfully. “You hiding that from us?”

A slow smirk tugs at your lips. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just waiting for the perfect moment.”

Megan throws her head back laughing. “Oh, she’s good.”

“Yeah,” Alex agrees, clapping you on the shoulder. “I think you’re gonna fit in just fine, kid.”

“I’m fine, Ale. I promise to call you before I head to training tomorrow. Love you, bye.”

You set the phone down, hoping to catch some shut eye, but as soon as you flip over in your bed you are met with the eyes of Emily Sonnet. Instead of screaming you stare back oddly.

“Is this is what it’s going to be like in America?” You questioned allowed.

Emily laughed off your comment and held out a hand, as if she had just made the most normal entrance in the world. “Welcome to the USWNT, rookie. You’re mine now.”

You blinked. “I—what?”

Sonnett grinned. “We’re pranking the team. Right now. Get up.”

Before you could protest, she yanked you out of bed, shoving a roll of toilet paper into your hands. “We have about an hour before anyone starts waking up. Let’s make it count.”

And just like that, you were running down the hotel hallway with Emily, trying not to laugh too loudly as you worked your way through the rooms.

You both snuck into Kelley and Crystal’s room, careful not to wake them. Emily pulled out a Sharpie and drew an elegant mustache on Kelley’s face, while you gently placed a cup of water on the top of the slightly ajar bathroom door, ready to tip over as soon as someone went in.

Before leaving, you whispered to Emily, “Think they’ll murder us in the morning?”

“Oh, absolutely,” she whispered back.

The next on the list were Lindsey and Rose. The two were dead asleep, so you simply rearranged all their furniture to be slightly off. The lamp was upside down, their shoes were swapped, and Rose’s training gear was mysteriously replaced with an oversized hoodie labeled PROPERTY OF SONNET.

This time for the Mewis Sisters, you left a small Bluetooth speaker hidden under their bed, set to play an ominous whispering sound at random intervals.

You heard the sisters exclaims of confusion, making you and Emily snicker.

Finally, feeling victorious, you and Emily sprinted down the hall to your final target: Tobin and Christen’s room.

The plan was simple, flip their room inside out, maybe saran-wrap their door. But as soon as Emily reached for the handle, the door swung open on its own.

Tobin and Christen stood there, arms crossed.

You froze mid-step. Emily, to her credit, at least tried to play it cool. “Oh, hey, guys! Crazy seeing you here.”

Tobin raised an eyebrow. “Do you know what time it is?”

“Uh…” You glanced at Emily. She was no help, suddenly very invested in the carpet pattern.

Christen sighed. “Emily, go back to your room.”

Emily grinned, clapped you on the shoulder, and whispered, “Good luck, kid,” before disappearing down the hall.

You gulped. Tobin turned to you, shaking her head. “You’re coming with us.”

You frowned. “Where exactly am I—”

“You’re sleeping in Alex’s room tonight,” Christen interrupted, already texting. “You clearly need better supervision. I don’t even know how you and Emily got paired together.”

Your jaw dropped. “Are you serious? It was Emily’s idea!”

Tobin smirked. “And you went along with it.”

Minutes later, you found yourself standing in Alex Morgan’s room, rubbing the back of your neck as she tried to look stern—but you could tell she was holding back a smile.

“So,” Alex sighed, arms crossed. “You and Sonnett decided to prank half the team on your first night?”

You shrugged, a smirk growing on your face. “Technically, she decided. I just… assisted.”

Alex pinched the bridge of her nose but finally chuckled. “Alright, troublemaker, go to bed. I expect you bright and early at breakfast.”

“You know, you remind me of my mami. Your names are similar and you have the same disappointed looks on your face.”

You crawled into the spare bed, grinning slightly. Sure, you got caught and you got sentenced to Alex’s Supervision Jail, but it was better than your youth team days.

You should’ve known that waking up to Emily Sonnett looming over you at six in the morning meant trouble.

“Rise and shine, partner in crime,” she whispered, grinning like a madwoman.

You groaned and rolled over, burying your face in your pillow. “Sonnett, it’s six. In the morning.”

“Exactly. Prime time for pranking. Now get up, we’re going big at breakfast.”

Your eyes snapped open in interest as you squinted at her. “Define big.”

Emily’s grin widened. “I’m talking Hall of Fame-level pranking. Something they’ll talk about for years.”

You sat up, now fully intrigued. “I’m listening.”

She held up a small bag of sugar packets. Or what should have been sugar packets.

“That’s salt,” you deadpanned.

Emily nodded proudly. “Indeed, it is.”

It was then that you knew today was going to be amazing.

The team had barely started rolling into the dining hall when you and Emily made your move. Some players were still half-asleep—Lindsey had bedhead, Sam was blinking blearily at her cereal, and Rose was sitting next to her, dead-eyed, barely functioning.

Perfect. You took a deep breath, then dramatically launched yourself onto the floor like you’d just been hit by a freight train.

“MY LEG!” you howled, clutching your shin like you’d been mortally wounded.

Chaos. Immediate chaos.

Crystal Dunn jumped up so fast she nearly flipped her chair. “Oh my God, are you okay?!”

Kelley almost choked on her coffee.

Rose, still groggy, blinked at you in confusion. “Did… did you just fall on your own?”

Meanwhile, behind the distraction, Emily was working her magic.

She snuck behind the food counter, swapping out all the sugar in the coffee station with salt. Then, she grabbed the last plate of pancakes, lifted the top one, and doused the bottom layer with extra-spicy hot sauce before neatly stacking them back.

Her final masterpiece? Swiping Megan Rapinoe’s phone and changing the autocorrect settings so that every time she typed yes, it autocorrected to I love Sonnett and Estrella.

Crystal was now kneeling beside you, a hand on your shin. “Where does it hurt?” You blinked. Sat up. Stretched your leg.

“Never mind,” you said brightly. “I’m good.”

The room fell into silence.

Crystal blinked at you.

Kelley groaned. “This is what happens when we let Sonnett befriend the rookies.”

The first victim: Lindsey Horan.

She took a long sip of her coffee, expecting sweet, comforting caffeine. Instead…

“WHAT THE—” She spat it back into her cup so aggressively that it splashed onto her sleeve.

“WHO DID THIS? WHO REPLACED THE SUGAR WITH SALT?!”

Emily and you kept your heads down, shoveling food into your mouths like innocent angels.

Then Megan Rapinoe took a bite of her pancakes and immediately contorted her face.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL F—”

She lunged for her water, chugging it in record time while frantically fanning her mouth.

“WHO DID THIS?!” she wheezed.

Emily covered her mouth, shoulders shaking. You could barely hold it together.

Then came Kelley O’Hara. She picked up her phone, started typing, then frowned.

“…I love Sonnett and Estrella?” she read out loud, confused.

Her head snapped up.

Emily lost it. She was laughing so hard she nearly fell off her chair. Now, the entire room was onto you.

Tobin stood with her arms crossed. “You two are menaces.”

Christen sighed, rubbing her temples. “We should’ve kept her in our room last night.”

Alex, ever the responsible adult, stood up. “Alright, you know the rule. If you pull off this big of a prank, you pay for it.”

Emily elbowed you. “This is where she makes us run.”

Kelley, still trying to fix her phone, smirked. “Oh, you bet they’re running.”

And that’s how you and Emily found yourselves running endless laps around the training pitch while the entire team enjoyed their breakfast.

Some of the devils even cheered when you passed.

“Was it worth it?” Emily huffed beside you.

You glanced at the dining hall window, where Megan was still chugging water, Lindsey was glaring at her salty coffee, and Kelley was angrily texting while her phone kept auto-correcting.

You grinned. “No doubt, man.”

[meazalykov]

invisible string theory

lena oberdorf x uswnt!lyon!reader

part one - part two - part three

summary: you're with her now, but you've known of her for longer than that.

warnings: long chapter since I have to split this up into three parts, changing things that happened irl just a tiny bit for the plot of this, google translated language.

the pathway of your career was never simple, or original. 

growing up in the states, you participated in many youth programs. sacrificing a chance at a normal childhood, you took the chance to fulfill your 5-year-old self's dream. 

before you know it, you’d grow up to be the best teenager in the country– in terms of soccer. 

just before going into high-school, you were called up for the usynt for the first time. your parents wanted to see you happy, so you were sent into homeschooling. 

it wasn’t easy leaving public-school. you barely had time for your non-soccer playing friends and eventually– you seemed to forget about them. your friends and teammates on your club and national teams were your new priority. 

breaking records on the national level, it seemed like the youth team was too easy for you. 

and then 2018 came along, when you were 16 years ol–  

well, not yet. just a day before your 16th birthday, in January 2018, you were having your debut on the uswnt. 

against denmark, you were thrown into the game in the 50th minute, not long after halftime. being an attacking midfielder, you were expected to contribute to any attack or opportunity given for you. 

playing with the current world champions intimidated you. your new mentor, christen press, noticed this when your leg and foot tapped against the grass as the both of you waited to get subbed in. 

“hey! you gotta relax.” christen whispers over the crowd, her tone stricter than usual which causes your leg to stop tapping.

a goal came from mallory pugh that same second, so you were distracted for a few seconds celebrating. 

luckily, this gave you enough time to take deep breaths.. something your sports therapist recommended for situations like this. 

“i will, sorry.” you quickly spoke after, moving your tongue to press on the inside of your cheek. you didn’t notice how nervous you could’ve looked from the outside. 

“you don’t need to apologize, you’ll do great i promise!” she patted your upper back a few times before the ref blew the whistle for the subs. 

after the whistle blew in the 93rd minute, you breathed a huge sigh of relief. most of your older teammates ran to your side to congratulate your contributions to the 5-1 win. 

1 goal and one assist on your senior team debut didn’t happen to players everyday, especially to newly 16 year olds.  

a year later, after 16 more caps, happy tears ran out of your eyes when your coach, jill, called you. 

this wasn’t too long after you made your professional club debut for sky blue fc, or what is now referred to as gotham fc. jill let you know that you were going to the world cup!

now being 17 years old, you were the youngest person on the uswnt roster to play in the women's world cup ever. 

being referred to as “baby blue” by the rest of the team, due to your age and the club you play for, they all made an effort to make sure that you had the best experience for your first world cup. 

you attached yourself to christen, megan, alex and tobin when it came down to needing mentors to guide you in france– and your closest friends mallory, tierna, and rose. 

in the football world, you’re treated like an adult. something you struggled with. 

your parents, siblings, and other relatives came to france to support you on your journey– but due to the everyday training (twice a day), media days, strict meal plans, and mental stress before the tournament– you couldn’t see them at all. 

thankfully, they were able to see you along with the rest of the world during the group stages. 

against thailand, you scored a goal with three assists after you were substituted in the 60th minute. the 13-0 win gave you a rush that would last throughout the entire tournament.

you didn’t play against chile, or sweden. sitting on the bench and observing your team was enough for you though– they’ll call you whenever they need you. 

one moment throughout the tournament, there was a four day break between the group stages and the round of 16. 

adidas, the brand you chose to sign for, wanted to do a photoshoot with many internationals who signed their brand. the world cup is the only chance they’ll be able to do this collaboration– and with fifa's approval– over 20 players from different countries are there in a big conference room, ready to get their picture taken. 

standing in the red uswnt kit, you felt intimidated– unaware that you could’ve been the most intimidating. 

unfortunately for you, lindsey and you were the only americans at this photoshoot. you attached yourself to the blonde before she was pulled away by staff. this left you alone sitting on a random chair– at a random table. 

(i know giulia gwinn is signed for nike, but pretend she is signed to adidas for the plot)

“um– hey?” a girl your age– or maybe a bit older– with blonde hair stands in front of you with a confused, yet amused, expression. 

your eyebrows knit together as you respond back with a smile, “hi!” 

before the blonde could say anything, you turn your head to see a table card in the middle of the circle table. its labeled under germany so your eyes widened before you quickly stood up from your chair. 

“oh my goodness i’m sorry– i just found a random seat to sit in because i’m bored.” you talk a bit more than necessary, afraid that you did something disrespectful.

“its totally okay– i’ve been wandering around myself– i’m giulia!” she reaches her hand out, her german accent strong. 

you reach your hand out to meet hers, “i’m y/n. i’m with the us team.” 

giulia smiles, “i know– its hard to not notice the current world champs in the room.” 

you smile, your social anxiety fades as you engage in a conversation with the german footballer. 

“so when are you getting your pictures done?” giulia asks, wanting to continue the conversation with you. 

“oh i had my individuals and duo pictures with horan done earlier– i’m just waiting for the big group photo we have to take in–” you check your apple watch, “20 minutes.” 

“oh same!” giulia says, looking down at your apple watch too, seeing that it's 11:40am. 

“congratulations on getting on top of group B, i watched a little bit of the game during my lunch break yesterday!” you compliment as you cross your arms naturally. 

“thank you! it wasn’t easy.” giulia smiles.

“i feel you.” you relate. 

before you could talk to giulia more, another girl jogs up towards the two of you. 

she is wearing the same german kit as giulia, so you know she is her national teammate. she's taller than you, brunette, and you figure that she has short hair, since her hair was tied up in a small bun. 

the brunette looked very cute, but you brushed that thought aside. you have no idea what her name is and you need to put all of your focus on the world cup. 

“Da bist du ja! Ich habe dich gesucht, aber ich sehe, du hast einen neuen Freund gefunden.“ (There you are! I've been looking for you, but I see you've found a new friend.) the brunette nudges giulia’s shoulder, looking at her before looking at you with curiousity. 

“relax! this is y/n.” giulia waves her hand towards you. 

“hey.” is all you say, smiling at the cute girl. 

“hey.” she responds, smiling with the same cheeky smile you had. 

“wer ist das? sie ist süß” (who is that? she is cute) the brunette says to giulia. you didn’t understand german, but you could tell that she was asking a question through the tone of her voice.

giulia rolls her eyes before giggling, 

“this is y/n, like i told you. she plays for the united states.” giulia responds in english, which you’re grateful for. the girl looked you up and down for a few seconds before talking to giulia in german again.

over giulia’s shoulder, just 20 feet behind her, you see horan waving her hand for you to come to her. you look back at the german girls, hating to cut them off from their conversation. 

“sorry girls but i have to go. it was so nice meeting you giulia!” you quickly hug giulia, and she hugs you back tightly before you walk away. 

ten days later-- when jill called for you to warm up in the final against the netherlands, your legs felt like pencil lead that could’ve snapped in half. 

in the 75th minute, the united states were up by 2. however, the euro champions against you had a point to prove. they weren’t going to let themselves lose the world cup without a fight. 

tobin heath got injured during the semi-finals and doctors made it clear that she couldn’t play the full 90 minutes in the final, so jill made the last decision to call you up. 

every commentator on broadcasts, radio stations, and television networks were wondering why jill was putting you– a seventeen year old with no world cup experience– over people like carli lloyd who's on the bench.

you couldn’t make a single mistake on the pitch. your mind repeated that sentence back to you as you warmed up with sprints and stretches on the sidelines. 

five minutes go by and you’re on the pitch. focusing on the ball, you made beautiful passes to the forwards and midfielders around you.

when your eyes were on the ball, it was distracting from the neverending stadium around you. 

blocking out the noise of the crowd and the pressure of the moment, the 83rd minute comes along. krieger pushes the ball away from a dutch forward and launches the ball in the air towards rose lavelle, the girl who scored the second goal moments before. 

rose, being closed in by dutch defenders, passed the ball behind her to kelley o’hara. kelley saw you were free and there was open space between you and her, so she launched the ball towards you. 

this was your chance. usually, you never tried to seek personal glory. however, something changed when that ball hit your ivory colored cleat.

your feet take the ball towards the goal. veenendaal, the dutch goalkeeper, sets herself up in a ready position as she sees her defenders failing to take the ball from you. 

as you race closer to the goal, the crowd gets louder. the orange defenders close in but you dribble around them effortlessly, a skill uswnt fans love seeing from your younger self. 

an oranje defender hit your body from the left side but it was too late. your foot was angled on the left side of the ball, making the outside of your right foot clear to launch a powerful shot at the goal. 

veenendaal dived a second too late, the ball hit the lower corner of the net, going in for the third goal of the world cup final. 

you didn’t take a moment to process your thoughts before you lifted yourself off of the grass and sprinted towards the corner of the pitch, the same corner raphinoe celebrated the first goal at an hour before. 

your hands were spread out wide as tears threatened to pour out of your eyes in joy. the look of happiness that you’ve never felt until now. 

“Y/N L/N THE YOUNGEST GOALSCORER IN A WORLD CUP FINAL!!” commentators screamed on television broadcasts as your teammates, both on and off of the pitch, ran to you and squeezed your adrenaline filled body. 

one month later, you’re back home in new york city. the rush of winning the world cup is still fresh– along with your popularity in the community skyrocketing due to your amazing world cup campaign. 

you missed france already-- a little too much. the bond you’ve had with your uswnt teammates there was indescribable. 

the world cup distracted you from your unfortunate situation at gotham fc too. 

you’re an amazing player and the world cup showed the world that, but your coach at gotham seemed to have an agenda against you. 

at first, you didn’t think so. you arrived at gotham six months ago and started for the first few games in the NWSL season, but it seems like the coach forgot about you after. 

the defensive style of the squad is something you didn’t prefer as well. your play style fit well with an attacking style of play, but your coach didn’t want that. 

after being benched for the big game against san diego wave, you had enough. 

your agent and yourself filled a request in to transfer clubs or go on loan. 

luckily for you, many clubs all over the world wanted the best U17 player. 

when lyon came knocking on your door, you were happy to accept a year long loan deal. 

at first, moving across the atlantic scared you. your older sister, whos much older than you, agreed to live with you until you’re eighteen that january, but you’ll be far away. 

however, lyon is the best club in the world. you would never say no simply because you were “a little uncomfortable” with the move. oh well, football comes with uncomfortable events.  

the uncomfortable events paid off well, since you're a starter for the champions league final against wolfsburg.

twenty minutes in, and you nearly had an opportunity to have the first goal of the final.

the ball was at lucy bronze's feet. you were free to accept her pass and did so. before you could pass the ball up to sommer-- Alex popp knocked you from behind and you were on the grass.

you were okay, and you got up fine afterwards. in fact-- you felt like that knock helped your nerves from playing your first champion's league final at the age of 18.

minutes later, sakina had the ball which prompted you to push forward. ingrid engen from wolfsburg kept her eyes on you, since she knows how fast and precise you were with the ball.

sakina tried to pass the ball up to kumagai, but pernille harder takes the ball. luckily, you were able to side tackle the ball from her. she fell, but you were at the ball so no yellow card was needed.

the noise around you were coaches yelling and players shouting at others in many languages. french, german, swedish, dutch, you name it.

its 2020, and there was no crowd due to covid. the empty chairs made it easy for your voice to echo.

you were close to being fluent in french after living in lyon for the last year, and having sakina and selma as your closest friends, so you opted to yell out to your teammates in that language instead of english--where the whole pitch might understand you.

renard had the ball with no wolfsburg player coming at her, so she took her time deciding on who to pass the ball to.

her pass to buchanan was clean, but svenja huth takes the ball from lucy as she runs to the middle.

svenja tries to pass the ball but it goes back to the defender in navy blue, renard.

the tall defender launches the ball at you running towards the right side. cascarino and you swap places as your feet quickly get inside of the box with the ball.

your left foot shoots the ball but the ball hits off of repohl-- wolfsburg's goalkeeper's, foot. the ball bounces towards le sommer, who shot the ball into the goal at the 25th minute.

le sommer high-fived you and hugged you as you both ran back into your positions. all season at lyon, you've had the highest number of assist-- and the third highest amount of goals.

the french club hopes to buy you from gotham, if there is no issue. your contract does say that there is no buy option involved, but they hope to try.

in the 44th minute, everyone was struggling to get their feet onto the ball. you were standing directly in the middle outside of the box when the ball was bounced back to you.

your left foot, your non-dominant one, launches the ball into the goal at a lightening speed. ingrid and alex popp didn't have the chance to stop you before your teammates screamed in celebration.

"when it fell-- it fell kindly for the american international who scores the second goal for lyon." a commentator speaks to the television audience as you ran to hug majri.

before the end of halftime, as you're ready to head back out onto the pitch, you frowned in realization.

after this fun season, you'll head back to the united states with a coach who wants nothing to do with you. you tried to stay optimistic and think about everything after the final is over, but the end of the season is in 45 minutes plus extra time.

"y/n bébé, garde la tête haute, tu as déjà marqué" (y/n baby, keep your head up, you've already scored) cascarino says as she places her hands on your shoulders. you relax into her hands as your head turns to face her stressed facial expression.

"ce n'est pas ça, je ne veux juste pas te quitter après ça" (that's not it, i just don't want to leave you after this) you whisper. your head leans back onto cascarino's head as she sighs.

"garde espoir, Lyon est content de t'avoir ici. Peut-être trouveront-ils un arrangement avec ton club d'origine" (keep hope, Lyon is happy to have you here. Maybe they will find an arrangement with your original club) cascarino whispers before you both jog out to the pitch.

"maybe.." you whisper to yourself after cascarino jogs away from you.

nothing much happened after halftime started, until alex popp scores a header. you weren't too afraid, since lyon are still up by one, but it's anyones game with thirty minutes left.

subs were made in the sixty-first minute for wolfsburg, so you stand beside cascarino to talk to her. as you look ahead at ewa leaving the pitch, you spot a familiar face entering.

the girl with a determined look jog onto the pitch, and you continue to look at her as she scans around the field. your mind itches, you know you've seen this girl somewhere before.

as she turns around with her back from you, you see 5 oberdorf.

again, you have no idea on who she is. you haven't played against wolfsburg until now, so maybe you played against her national team before? you had no idea.

wolfsburg had more possession this time around. you made a few tackles and won a few duals, but the german club was hungry to score an equalizer.

lucy got the ball away from pernille and passed the ball up to you.

you ran with the ball up the field. you dribbled around ingrid and alex popp effortlessly and your next move was to pass up to le sommer who was free.

all you heard was sakina yell "derrière toi!" (behind you) before you saw someone's leg coming from under you. your first reaction was to jump as the persons leg tripped you onto the grass.

your arms stopped your head from hitting the ground, but you turned to see that it was "oberdorf" who side tackled you.

"that should've been a yellow." you groaned to yourself as you stood up and wiped the grass stains off of your navy blue shorts.

"it was all ball, so no." oberdorf said back. your head quickly turned to her as she smirked at you.

so she's german.. hm. you thought as you recongized the accent.

a few minutes later, as lucy was preparing to throw the ball in-- oberdorf marked you as she stood beside you, not giving you a chance to escape her defense.

"get off of me!" you quietly said when she tried to hold your arm.

"lena, mark her!" ingrid yelled out as you quickly moved back to where lucy might throw.

you were sweaty at this point, but not too tired. a goal before halftime was what you needed to recharge your motivation and energy.

"you aren't getting another goal passed me." oberdorf says quickly. you shake your head as you look at her. the audacity.

"who are you talking to?" you snap.

"you." she smirked.

"well, oberdorf-- if you look at the scoreboard, you guys need another goal to equal us." you say as you both push back with bouhaddi, lyon's goalkeeper, was ready to hit the ball up the pitch.

"my name is lena." she scoffs as you went to saying her last name instead of her first.

"well, lena. its nice to meet you." you look ahead to see bouhaddi's kick.

the ball goes up to cascarino who heads the ball over to kumagai. you ran closer to offer help away from popp, but lena is chasing you.

the japanese decided to kick it back to renard so you move back to your natural spot. oberdorf follows you since she is assigned to mark you.

"what do you mean its nice to meet me? you met me last year." the german comments.

your mind seems to ease at this, you know that you've met her somewhere, and its fortunate that lena knows.

after a few minutes, you couldn't respond to her since the game is heating up. lucy cleared the ball out a few times, which caused a bunch of throw ins to occur.

fridolina almost scored after kicking from outside of the box, but the ball came straight to you. your body turned quickly, so her shot deflected off of your back and away from a chance of goal.

"where did we meet?" you ask as you end up near her again, waiting to defend the ball away from a free kick for wolfsburg by their goal.

"the adidas photoshoot during the world cup." she quietly says.

your conversations were quiet, since the empty stadium could echo your voice loudly if you were loudly talking.

the free kick was cleared by renard, but being on wolfsburg side of the pitch made you concerned. if lyon kept this up, wolfsburg might equalize.

luckily, in the 87th minute, lyon had a corner kick.

the kick was taken and it landed at your foot. you shot the ball towards the left side of the goal but it deflected off of janssen's foot.

the deflected landed on the back foot of gunnarsdottir and landed in the goal for the third goal of the final.

the group hug was filled with shouts that echoed throughout the stadium. after hugging dottir, cascarino and sakina patted your back as they jumped up and down around you.

"three goal contributions! you are insane." sakina says with her strong French accent, you smile as the end of the game is nearing. wolfsburg will have to pull of a miracle to beat lyon now.

in the last minute of extra time, oberdorf had you marked again. remembering what she said earlier, you smirked as you looked at her tense body position.

"I might've not scored against you, but I did get another assist." you say.

lena looked towards you with a straight face before responding, "ha ha" sarcastically.

when the whistle blows, you run to selma bacha who was on the line ready to be subbed in. she held you tightly as you repeatedly yelled, "we did it! we did it!"

after ellie carpenter hugged you for your one goal and two assists, you saw lena pulling pernille into a quick side hug.

saying that you didn't look at lena differently than all of the other girls would've been a lie. you found her attractive, and you know she knows she's attractive. that smirk wasn't fooling anyone.

"hey, great game lena." you said as you quickly hugged her. playing all 90 minutes made you tired, but you were okay since you're a champion's league winner.

she hugged you back. not to be weird, but you liked the way she smelled.

"thank you. can I have your shirt later?" she asks. you smirk at the idea of her wanting to swap jerseys with you.

"sure, as long as I can have yours." your eyebrows knitted together as you put your hands on her shoulders. lena smiled through her sad eyes and nodded her head at you.

part two here

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[alotofpockets]

Tobin Heath & Christen Press Appreciation

Request a player | @totaly-obsessed

[desperate-gay]

The Look of Love

Ali Krieger x fem!reader

summary: fake dating one of your best friends turns out to be one of the best lies of your life

“-It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Says you! It’s going to be so embarrassing for me.”

Ali turns her head and sees you and Kelley bickering back and forth. She can’t help but notice the cute pout on your face as you playfully stump your foot and huff at the defender.

“Now what are you two arguing about?” Alex asks, giving the both of you a pointed look.

“Our friend here has been invited to her brother’s wedding, but she doesn’t have a plus one,” Kelley informs while resting her hands on your shoulders, making you roll your eyes and head over to your locker.

“It’s not how it sounds. My family constantly pesters me about how my siblings are either engaged, married, or even having a kid. I don’t even have a girlfriend! I just don’t want to deal with people asking me where my plus one is on my brother’s special day.” You sigh, shaking your head and pulling your sweaty training jersey over your head.

You only have two siblings; one brother and one sister. Your sister has been married for around two years and is now pregnant with her second child, and now your brother is getting married. A little over a year ago, you were dating a girl you thought would be your endgame until you caught her kissing some other girl at a coffee shop. At the time when invitations were sent, you expected to have someone attending with you, but now you don’t.

“So why don’t you bring a fake date?” Christen shrugs as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, so when she turns around, she notices everyone staring at her. “What?”

“That’s genius! Y/n/n you’ve got to do it.”

Everyone begins to agree with Kelley and Christen while you stay quiet with a hesitant look on your face. Ali also remains silent, observing your reactions to see what your thoughts are about it.

“Guys I- I don’t even know where I would begin to look for someone willing to do something like this, yet learn everything about them within two days.”

“Then one of us can help you!” Kelley says, expanding her arms, gesturing around the whole locker room. “C’mon, it will be a win-win. No family bothering you about your love life and your brother gets his day.”

Thinking of all the pros and cons, you eventually agree to the plan.

“Well, who’s gonna be my girlfriend for a day?” You ask, sighing at how stupid it sounds.

“I can’t because I have plans with Sam in Australia-“

“-me neither, I have to be out of state but the end of tomorrow.”

A bunch of the girls start spitting out excuses and their plans for the week. You just roll your eyes and continue packing your kit bag up.

“I’ll do it.”

Your head immediately snaps up along with everyone else’s. Silence overcomes the room, but you continue to stare at the person who volunteered.

“Wha- wait, seriously?” You stammer with your eyes slightly wider than usual.

“I don’t see why not. I don’t have any plans and I can help you out.” Ali shrugs nonchalantly while the rest of the room remains quiet, silently watching the interaction between you two.

“Oh my god, thank you thank you thank you!” Ali laughs when you bring her into a bear hug and bounce up and down before pulling away slightly, causing your moves to slow.

“It is an open bar, right?” She looks down at you with a teasing smile. You smack her shoulder and begin to pull away before she pulls you back in, laughing at your reaction.

Christen and Alex give each other a knowing look and go back to changing.

—

“Okay, let’s go over this one last time.” You say, scared that if people start asking questions about your relationship you’re not gonna have the same answers. Your rushing mind is stopped by Ali reaching out and grabbing your hand from across the table.

“Y/n/n, it’s going to be okay. We’ve known each other for years, so all we have to do is say how our first date was and maybe a few other details.” She starts gesturing her breathing by raising her hand up and down and pursing her lips for you to follow her lead.

Once your heart rate goes down to its normal level, you both head into the separate rooms of your apartment to get dressed. The wedding starts in about 2 hours, so you’re both just on time. When you step out of the room and into the living room, you notice Ali staring at you with her eyes widened and mouth slightly slacked.

“What? Does it look bad? Oh god, I cannot deal with the comments of-“ You ramble on while twisting and turning to see if there is something wrong with the dress.

“N-no, no, you just look…stunning.” The tall girl words breathlessly, admiring your loose lilac-colored dress that matches amazingly with your light face of makeup.

You blush and take in her outfit. She stands in a cream-colored suit that compliments your dress perfectly. “You also look great.”

After a minute of just looking at each other, Ali clears her throat and says, “We better get going if we don’t want to be late. M’lady?”

She holds out her arm with an opening between her forearm and bicep for you to slot your own in. You giggle, accepting her gesture while walking to her car. Being the gentlewoman she is, she opens the passenger door for you and offers you a hand so you don’t trip in your heels.

“Here we go.” You mumble before Ali starts driving.

—

You and Ali walk into the venue hand in hand while scanning over the crowded room.

“Darling!” Looking up you see your mother walking over to you with open arms.

“Hey, mom.” You accept her hug before introducing her to your girlfriend. Ali shakes her hand and makes a small conversation as if it’s the easiest thing on the planet. You begin to space out but a laugh and a hand on your lower back interrupt your thoughts.

“You okay, my love?” The girl next to you asks once her laughter dies down. The name gives you butterflies but you choose to ignore it, knowing that all of this is fake.

The reason you got into your past relationship was because of Ali. You have basically followed her to each and every one of her clubs your whole career. You met in 2013 when you both were signed to Washington Spirit, and you have been attached to each other’s hips since that day. You quickly found yourself blushing and swooning at everything the brunette did after a few months of knowing her and you carried those feelings all these years. The only people who know are Alex and Christen.

Instead of confronting your love for the defender, you tried everything to try and vanish them. Eventually, you got into a relationship with your ex when you finally started to feel something for someone else, but that ended up in the dumper.

Now you’re afraid that all your feelings are going to flood and resurface. Sure you never stopped loving her, but it didn’t feel as strong. The fact she is your fake girlfriend for the day is going to make it 10x harder to ignore the constant butterflies in your stomach and the blood rushing to your face with every word she speaks to you.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Don’t worry baby, you might get wrinkles.” You tease while wiping your thumb over her cheeks, causing the talker girl to squat your hand away with a laugh.

“I am not that old.”

You have a 6-year age gap, but you both never think of it because you’re so connected in ways that most people who are the same age are.

“Keep telling yourself that, granny.”

Your mother watches the interaction between you two with a soft smile before excusing herself to go talk to other members of your family. Your mom has always been supportive of you and always stood by your side through the tough times, so seeing you look so happy makes her heart squeeze.

—

After the vows and rings are exchanged, everyone heads over to the room where the reception is going to be held. Ali’s hand never leaving the small of your back, guides you to the room with music blaring out from it.

Most people go out onto the dance floor and sway to the music while you both find a table to sit at. She pulls out the chair for you to take a seat and places a kiss on your cheek, making your face turn all red.

“I’m gonna go get us some drinks, I’ll be right back.”

Once she’s out of sight, your mom pops a squat across from you and gives you an unreadable expression.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask warily, scared of what might come out of her mouth.

“She’s not your girlfriend.”

You’re taken aback by the sudden admission and start to stumble over your words. “Wha- what do you mean?”

“Oh please, you can’t lie without me figuring it out. I have mom instincts.” She states matter of factly while sipping on her champagne.

You take a look around to see if anyone is near you and lean in so she can hear you clearly without having to shout. “Okay, we’re not dating but no one can know.”

“Why did you even lie in the first place?”

“Because I can’t deal with Aunt Mary or Uncle John constantly asking when I’m going to settle down and why I haven’t yet. At least not on my brother’s and sister-in-law’s night.” You sigh, looking down at your fingers as you fiddle with the tablecloth.

Your mother reaches across the table and grasps your hand before going on to say, “I know that you love her. She’s the girl you were so hung over on before you got with she devil, isn’t she?”

You snort at the nickname your siblings and mother have given your ex. They all thought she was no good from the beginning and knew you could do better, and so did Ali but she never let you know that.

“Yeah, she is.” You nod and look over, noticing the girl you’re speaking about approaching you. Your mom also sees so she quickly says something that leaves you stunned.

“From the way she looks at you, she feels the same, even when you’re not looking she can’t keep her eyes off of you. She looks at you like you’ve hung all the stars in the sky. She loves you, sweetie.” With that, she stands up and greets Ali with a smile before heading over to the newlyweds. You continue looking shocked not noticing your plus-one setting down your glasses.

“You still there?” Ali waves her hand in front of your face, grinning once your eyes meet hers.

“Sorry, did you say something before?” You ask with a soft smile to which the older girl responds with a nod.

“I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me with a dance?” She holds out her hand, hoping you’ll take it and you do.

“I would love to.”

Right when your feet hit the dance floor, a slow song turns on making you feel as sheepish as if you were at your first middle school dance. Without hesitation, Ali intertwines one of her hands with yours and rests her other on your waist. You place your other hand right where her neck meets her shoulder before you both begin to sway. The side of your forehead presses against her cheek, keeping you close together.

Subconsciously, you inhale her perfume and sigh at the smell, and what you don’t know is Ali is doing the same thing to your hair, smelling your coconut shampoo. When you open your eyes, you look over her shoulder and notice your mom smiling at the two of you. She nods her head, signaling for you to finally confess your true feelings.

You let out a shaky breath before pulling away slightly so you can see Ali’s face. She smiles at you with her eyes remaining on yours. The crinkles on the side of her eyes make you swoon and lose your thoughts.

“Do you want to know what my mom said to me while you went to get us drinks?”

“What?” She cocks her head to the side slightly, showing you she’s pretty curious as to what was said.

“Well, first, she told me she knows that we’re not dating, and second, she insists that you love me.” You whisper the last part, hoping she doesn’t catch it but she does.

She chuckles and looks up at the ceiling before returning her gaze to you and says, “Is it that obvious?”

Your head snaps up at her statement and you look at her with a puzzled look.

“You…love me?” You ask, pointing at yourself to make sure she is indeed talking about you.

“It’s impossible not to. That doesn’t scare you, does it?” Now it’s her turn to look sheepish and scared while waiting for your response.

“No, it actually makes me extremely happy. I have been in love with you since 2013.” Your confession makes the defender smile widely which you return, both of you in your own little circle. Her eyes switch between each of yours and down to your lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I will hit you if you don’t.”

Her fingers curl under your chin and pull you in, allowing your lips to finally touch. It feels like the movies where the girl kisses her one true love and her foot pops up in the middle of it. The butterflies in your stomach swarm like never before. Once you both pull back, your smiles never leave your faces. The comfortable silence between you two is interrupted by the newlyweds and your mother clapping and wooing.

You laugh into Ali’s neck while she chuckles and hugs your smaller form. She pecks your forehead and asks, “You wanna know what took me so long to get the drinks?”

“What?”

“The new bride and groom had a stern talk with me. They also knew about us not being a couple. Your family must be spies.”

Looking over her shoulder, you see the three wiggling their eyebrows and giving you a thumbs up, making you roll your eyes.

“Thanks to them, I can do this whenever I want now.”

You smash your lips against hers and hug your arms around her neck. Ali dips you down, causing you to squeal against her lips and her smile into it. She lifts you back up and hugs you.

“Can I take you on a date tomorrow?”

“You better.”

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

The voice over the phone (Christen Press x Reader)

My postgrad is finally done and I slept 14 hours straight so you get a random fic in celebration. Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Slight mentions of homophobia and being disowned.

Words: 4.3k

Some people, well actually probably a lot of people would say it was stupid to fall in love with a voice over the phone. A voice belonging to a women you had never met, let alone seen or knew the name of. It happened to me though. I had no intentions of feeling anything for this person, but slowly it happened. We started out as two strangers who happened to find each other and start talking to each other. The more we talked, the more we opened up and soon enough, I was telling her everything I was thinking, feeling, experiencing. I could be vulnerable with her. She was doing the same. I didn't know her real name, where she lived or anything revealing of her identity besides her age and gender. Neither did she about me. It was safe, anonymous. After a couple of months of talking, she brought up the idea of a phone call. 

Once I heard her soft, slightly raspy voice for the first time, I was hooked. It was soothing, comforting in a way I had never heard before. We talked every night. About our days, problems, frustrations, and anything else we wanted to get off our chests. Talking to her was easy, either because of the anonymity of it or because she was comforting. I didn't know, but I knew I never wanted it to end. Maybe I wasn't falling in love with her, I was definitely in love with her voice though.

Of course we had talked about the idea of meeting or at least revealing what we looked like. I would've loved to know what she looked like, but we decided that for now at least, we wanted to stay hidden. Maybe one day it would happen. 

Well that day happened sooner than I anticipated. It was my first camp for the USWNT. I had just arrived when I heard it. The soft, raspy voice of the anonymous girl from the phone. I spun around, eyes landing on a tall, tan, brunette with the most gorgeous green eyes. It was her. She didn't seem to recoganise me when I spoke to her. Which was both a relief and sent anxiousness through me. I had to decide if I told her or not. I didn't want to make things weird or stop our conversations. Talking with Christen was something I loved doing. Since I had her to talk to, I felt lighter, more relaxed. I knew it was wrong, but I let the fear overshadow that and decided not to tell Christen. 

---

I was in a secluded corner of the hotel, talking to Christen over the phone when she walked around the corner. I froze, thinking about ending the phone call, but that would be suspicious, I also went to mute the phone call, but it was too late. Christen was already speaking.

"Y/n?" Christen questioned, her voice echoing through the phone. She froze, looking at her phone then me, "You- you're Alice?"

Alice was the fake name I had given her when we first started talking. It was the first thing that came to mind when we decided on fake names.  "Uh yeah."

"Holy shit. Why don't you seem surprised by this?"

It had already been two weeks of lying to her every time we talked. I couldn't keep doing it, even though I knew things weren't going to go well. So I reluctantly told her the truth, "I already knew who you were." 

"How did you know? How long have you known? Why didn't you tell me?" Christen asked, hurt and betrayal clear as day on her face. 

"Since the start of camp, I recoganised your voice. I didn't want to make things weird. We know too much about each other that no one else does. Things would either go great or things would get weird and I didn't want that to happen. I'm sorry, I know I should have told you."

"You should have told me. I had the right to know."

"I know, Chris I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Anger replaced the hurt as she stepped back, putting as much distance between us as possible. My eyes stung with tears. I knew what was about to happen and I knew it was my fault. I didn't have the right to be upset about it. "Whatever this was, is done. I don't want to hear from you on that stupid app ever again, hell I would never talk to you again if we weren't on the same fucking team. I trusted you. I trusted you with stuff that no one else knows. With how easy it was for you to lie to me, now I have to worry that you'll tell everyone here."

I attempted to swallow the lump in my throat, the last thing I wanted was her to see me break,  "Despite what it seems like, lying to you wasn't easy Chris. I hate myself for it. Thank you for the last few months, I know you might not believe it, but you have no idea how much it meant to me. I'm sorry I broke your trust, it was never my intention. I won't ever tell anyone anything you've told me, I swear."

Christen walked away without another word as I sunk back against the wall, tears finally slipping out. I should have told her the second I realised who she was. Now I had lost the one person in this world I could open up to about anything and it was my own stupid fault. Everything in me was telling me to run after her, to beg for forgiveness, but that wasn't fair to her. She had already been hurt enough by me, I didn't need to add to that. 

---

A few months had past since Christen found out and I had lost her. She had been ignoring me ever since. I had spent a few days moping, watching the hidden sadness surrounding Christen while trying to hide my own. After a few days, I decided it wasn't my right to be sad when I was the one who had hurt her. I got myself together, at least to anyone looking at me. Inside, I still beat myself up everyday, I found myself looking at our messages, reading through them, unable to delete them or going to message her when I had a bad day. It was torture. I knew it wasn't healthy, but I couldn't stop myself. 

I was sitting on the bed in the hotel room, waiting to see who my roommate was. She walked through the door. I froze once again, cursing the universe who seemed to be against me. Of course this would happen to me. I noticed her frown before I picked up my headphones and key and leaving the room. She didn't want me around, she had made that perfectly clear. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable or remind her more than needed about what happened so I was going to do my best to avoid her while we had to share a room. 

Since camp started, I had stayed out of the room all day, not returning until Christen was asleep, unless I knew she wasn't there. I was up, ready and out the door before she woke up. I was exhausted, but it was worth it to not make her uncomfortable. It also avoided the pain I felt when I saw her. The pain during training and team bonding was enough. 

We had a day off, I didn't know what to do with myself. The tiredness was setting in, I didn't feel like doing anything so instead I was just sitting in the hotel garden, re-reading the messages between Christen and I. Today I was determined to actually delete the messages between us. It wasn't good for my mental health anymore. Just as I was about to delete them, a message popped up.

Footygirl_88: My roommate is ignoring me. She comes back when I'm asleep and leaves again before I wake up. I know me and her aren't on good terms at the moment, but I'm worried about her. She can't be getting much sleep. There are always bags under her eyes and she just looks sad all the time even though she tries to hide it. 

SoccerNerd19: Maybe she feels guilty about what happened between you two? That she ruined everything and doesn't know if it can ever be fixed. Maybe she's giving you space because you made it clear you don't want to be around her and she doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. Maybe seeing you hurts her because she knows she fucked up and beats herself up for it everyday, even if she doesn't have the right to feel that way.  

Three little dots appears for a few seconds before disappearing. I sighed, putting my phone in my pocket figuring the conversation was probably over. Maybe 10 minutes later there was a buzz in my pocket. 

Footygirl_88: Yes I wanted space, but I never wanted her to exhaust herself out because of it. It's her room as well, she has every right to be here. Being around her doesn't make me uncomfortable, it's confusing, but never uncomfortable. 

Footygirl_88: I don't know how I feel, what I think. It's like a jumbled mess of hurt, confusion, anger, but also missing and understanding. I miss talking to her everyday, having someone to confide in. I also understand part of why she hid it, she didn't want things to get weird, but I also don't understand. She said she trusted me with everything, but she didn't trust me enough to tell me the truth. 

SoccerNerd19: She was scared that if you found out who she was then everything would stop. Scared you would stop talking to her, stop opening up, that things would get weird and she would lose you. That was the last thing she ever wanted to happen, she couldn't imagine not talking to you anymore. Despite not knowing what you looked liked, where you lived, what you did or even your real name, she started to feel feelings for you that scared her. Honestly, it made her feel kind of crazy. I mean, how could you start having feelings for someone that you've never seen let alone met?

Footygirl_88: I never wanted to stop talking to her either. I get that she was scared, but things weren't necessarily going to change. She never even tried to find out. 

Footygirl_88: Do you think I should talk to her? Or is it too late?

SoccerNerd19: If you feel comfortable talking to her then you should, I know she would like that, but the last thing she wants is for you to feel uncomfortable.

Footygirl_88: Can you come back to the room please? We should talk

It was a lot easier to talk to her when pretending to be someone else. To say I was nervous was an understatement, I had just told her things that I would have only told the girl on the phone. Except the girl on the phone was Christen Press and I was around her a lot these days. I had also admitted to having feelings for her. 

I slowly made my way back to the room. I was scared and nervous, almost tempted to run away. However, If there was even the slightest chance of having any form of relationship with her, I had to push aside the nerves and fear and talk to her.

"H-hey."

"Hi. I wasn't sure you even still had the app, but I thought I would give it a shot."

I awkwardly sat down on my bed, "I was actually about to delete it when your message popped up. I've spent too long these last few months re-reading our conversations, trying to stop myself from messaging you."

"I was thinking about doing that, but I couldn't bring myself to. We've had a lot of good conversations. You know, you have a stronger accent on the phone then you do in person. I think that's why I didn't recoganise you."

"When I'm tired I do. Most of the time when we talked it was after a long day where I was tired. I tend to dull down my accent around some people, but with you I never felt the need to do that."

"I like your accent." I was raised in Barcelona and had picked up the accent. I didn't necessarily like it all the time, it made me feel like I stood out, but when Christen told me she liked it, I felt a little less self conscious.    

We sat in silence for a few seconds before I spoke up again, unable to just sit in silence anymore, "W-what did you want to talk about?"

"You're not crazy for developing feelings because I like you too. I jus-"

"You don't know if you can trust me."

Christen sighed, shifting to sit cross-legged on the bed, "It's not that I don't trust you Y/n. I probably trust you more than anyone. Which is saying something because up until a few months ago, I had no idea who you were. I'm just hurt that I had to find out by myself, that you didn't feel like you could tell me. Maybe I'm also a bit worried that if anything came up that you thought I would react badly to or any other negative reaction, that you wouldn't tell me."

"I'm sorry Chris, I know I should have told you, I wanted to tell you. I'm not going to recount all the reasons I didn't because you already know. It won't be like that again, I swear. The last thing I want or wanted I guess was to lose you. Honesty even when it's hard. I don't expect us to go back to how we were, at least not for a while. If you could find it in yourself to give me another chance, to re-prove myself, I will do everything I can to do that. There's no pressure, I understand if you can't."

"I think I can do that. It might take a while, but I don't want to give this up without at least trying to fix it. You can start by not running away and actually being around the room. We can't fix things if you're never around, also I meant it when I said I was worried. How much sleep have you been getting?"

"Maybe five hours max, but on average four."

"Y/n!" Christen scolded, "Never do that again or I will actually stop talking to you for good."

"Okay okay, promise."

---

It had taken a few weeks for us to stop being awkward around each other. The team didn't know what happened, but they definitely caught on to the tension and weirdness between us. I think they were just relieved we were getting along. We hadn't had any deep, personal or late night talks like we used to, we were actually talking and hanging out again though. Occasionally, we would have conversations on the app like we used to, pretending we didn't know each other. They just weren't as personal. 

Today however, was a shit day. My father, who had disowned me when I came out to him, who I hadn't heard from in about 3 years, messaged me out of the blue. I didn't know how to process it, so I messaged the one person I knew who could help me through it. I didn't know if she would want to have that type of conversation yet, but it was worth a shot. I knew I could have just texted her, but at the moment this way felt safer.

SoccerNerd19: I don't know if you want to do this again so feel free to ignore me, but I'm spiraling.

SoccerNerd19: My father messaged me today. I don't know what to think, how to feel, how to process it. 

My phone rung not even ten seconds later. Christens name flashing across the screen. I hesitated for a second before answering. 

Hi

Hey Y/n/n. What did he want?

He said that he had done a lot of thinking over the last three years, that he realised he had made a huge mistake and wants to see me. 

How do you feel about seeing him?

He's my dad, of course I miss him, but he did something no father should do. I trusted him, I showed him a part of me and he just threw me aside after telling me he would always love me unconditionally, that he would always be there when I needed him. Turns out it was all a lie, his love was conditional on me being straight. On me fitting into his ideals. When he disowned me, it destroyed me. It took me at least a year and a half to start being a tiny bit okay again. I'm still not completely okay, I still find myself lying in bed late at night thinking about how we used to be, spending birthdays and holidays wishing that despite everything he was there. I don't know if I can bring myself to take the risk of undoing all my progress by seeing him. 

You don't have to see him if you don't want to or you can wait until you feel like you're ready to see him. I know how much he hurt you, but maybe talking to him will help you heal. Whether that is just seeing him once then deciding to try rebuild your relationship or deciding you never want to see him again. Whatever you choose, I'm here with you Y/n.

Thank you Chris

If you decide to see him, maybe we can arrange it for next camp and I can come with you. If that's something you might want of course.

I would really appreciate that Chris, but you don't have to. It's my problem, I don't want to put you in an un-

I want to Y/n. I meant it when I said I'm here with you. You just have to let me in, let me be there for you. You don't have to make the decision right now, but when you do let me know okay? Don't push me away. 

Okay. You're amazing Chris, thank you.

It was camp time again and Christen and I were roomed together. I had decided to give seeing my dad a chance. I didn't know if I would keep seeing him, but maybe seeing him would help close some wounds. It was happening tomorrow and Christen was coming with me. It had crossed my mind to not tell her because I felt bad about bringing her into my situation, but we had gone back to our almost nightly conversations and I had promised not to push her away. I wasn't about to make the same mistake twice. Besides, I really wanted Christen with me. 

Christen had gone out while I was trying to have an early night to stop myself from freaking out. Trying being the main word there. The door opened and closed quietly, surprising me because I didn't expect her back so soon. 

"Hey, are you awake?"

"Yeah. What's up?"

"Can we maybe try having one of our conversations in person?"

I pat the empty side of the bed, waiting for Christen to climb under the blankets before speaking again, "What's going on?"

"I don't know, I just feel off today."

"Okay, why don't you try name some of the things you're feeling?"

I had my eyes closed, lying on my side next to her. It was how I normally talked to her over the phone. I don't know why, it was just a habit that had formed. "You're not going to fall asleep on me are you?"

"No, this is how I have always talked to you. Now stop avoiding it."

"I just feel irritable, all over the place, down. Just everything all at once and I don't know why. I had to leave dinner because everything felt wrong."

"Can I try something?" Christen nodded so I shifted, wrapping my arms around her and hugging her tightly. Christen sunk into me, a relieved sigh slipping out. I held her until she slowly pulled away, small smile on her face. 

"I think I needed that. Thank you."

"Perks of being together for our talks."

"I think I want to do this more often. The phone calls are great, but it's really nice being close to you when we talk or even just in general. I like being around you Y/n."

"Me too Chris."

Christen said she was feeling better so we started talking about random things instead. Now that the awkwardness had disappeared, it was just like all our conversations over the phone, but better because we were together. The only problem was that the feelings I had began to develop for the girl over the phone, had started to develop rather quickly for Christen. Yes they were the same person, but it was different. I knew a lot about Christen over the phone, while I was still getting to know who she was in person. There was always the urge to kiss her or at the very least ask her out. She had confessed to liking me too, but I was still nervous. She was also getting to know me as a person, what if she didn't like that person? Also, after what happened, I didn't want to rush into anything . 

At some point I must have fallen asleep because I woke up with Christens arm wrapped tightly around me. Christen stirred, quickly going to move back. Before she could, I caught her hand, lacing our fingers together, "Please don't."

Her thumb ran over the mine, making me relax again, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, it doesn't have to mean anything, but please can we just stay like this for a while?"

"Okay. Are you nervous about today?"

"I don't know, I don't know what I'm feeling. Honestly, I'm trying not to think about it for now."

Christen pulled me further against her, holding me tighter and kissing just below my ear. I melted against her, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her lips against my skin, even if it was innocent, "I've got you."

---

We had just gotten back from seeing my dad. It had gone better than I expected. I was able to finally be honest with him about what he had done to me and how he had made me feel. He had apologised profusely, acknowledging that nothing he could say would change what he did, but he wanted to try rebuild our relationship if I was comfortable with it. I didn't know what I wanted, if I could handle that. It was something I was willing to think about at least. 

I was feeling better than I thought I would be, but things were still kind of messy. Christen pulled me in for a hug which I sunk into instantly. Since we met, I had fallen in love with Christens hugs. They were warm and comforting, the type of hug that you sunk into and never wanted to leave. Eventually though, I pulled myself away, but didn't go far. I felt myself leaning in before I could stop myself. When I felt her breath fanning against my lips, I quickly pulled back. It wasn't the first time this had happened, but it was the closest I had gotten, "Shit I'm sorry."

Christen huffed, catching my arm before I could go put anymore distance between us, "Can you just kiss me already?"

I searched her face for any signs of discomfort or hesitance. When I didn't find any, I cupped her cheek, connecting our lips in a soft, short kiss. There were butterflies, sparks and every other cliché thing you could think of. It felt better than I ever could have imagined. Christen pulled me back in, lips gliding across mine as if they had a thousand times before. 

Unfortunately, my phone rang, ruining the moment. It did however remind me that I was supposed to be at a photoshoot right now. I pulled away quickly to answer the call, frantically apologising and assuring them I would be there in a few minutes. Thankfully it was in the hotel. 

"Shit, I'm so sorry I have to go. I'm late for my photoshoot."

Christen pecked my lips before pushing me to the door, "I'll see you later."

A few hours later I ended up back in our room. Christen wasn't there so I flopped down on the bed. I knew the team was doing something, but I couldn't bring myself to go. Between seeing my dad, finally kissing Christen then having to deal with a photo shoot on top of that, it had been an exhausting day. Both mentally and physically. Before I knew it, my eyes grew heavy and I quickly fell asleep. 

I felt the bed dip next to me, Christens perfume filling my senses. Instead of saying anything or even opening my eyes, I just pushed myself up against her side, burying my face against her neck. "The girls missed you at team bonding."

"Just the girls?" I mumbled, feeling her shiver slightly.

Christen left a lingering kiss against my temple, "Maybe I missed you too, but they did keep asking about you."

"I'm sorry I didn't come. I just don't think I could've been around people after today."

"Don't apologise darling, I know today was hard. I told them you had your photoshoot so you wouldn't make it."

Finally, I pulled myself away, but only just enough to connect our lips. "I didn't mean to kiss and run earlier."

"I know you didn't, it's okay. We both got caught up and lost track of time. I'm just glad you finally did kiss me."

"Let me take you out tonight? Like a proper date."

Christen smiled, fingers running through my hair, "That could be acceptable, are you sure feel up to it though? We can always do tomorrow instead."

"There's nothing I would rather do then take a beautiful women out and spoil the shit out of her like she deserves. In five minutes though because I don't think I've ever been this comfy."  

[skipper1331]

Protective Moms // Jessie Fleming

a/n: based off this request. Hope you like it :)

Matchday.

Canada vs the United States.

Girlfriend vs girlfriend.

Jess and you met in London, both playing for the blues.

The two of you hit off straight away, same interests, same sense of humor, you were similar in many ways but also so different that you completed each other perfectly. It came as no surprise when you revealed your relationship to your Chelsea teammates. They loved you together.

Only the Chelsea girls knew about you though. You both thought it was important to tell them yet you couldn't tell your national teammates. You kept your personal life private which is why you decided to tell them in person and not through the phone.

Considering that Tobin Heath played for Arsenal you could've told her as well as Christen Press but to be honest you were afraid. Tobin was one of the first players to approach you after you had your first call-up. She took you under her wig and became a mentor. So did Christen. You respected them so much and despite the fact that you would do anything for Jess, you were still afraid that Tobin and Christen would be disappointed in you. Or worse, if you introduce Jessie and they wouldn't like her.

As the Call-Up for camp came you were excited. You loved the chelsea girls but you also missed your friends at home. What you didn‘t like though was that you would play a friendly against Canada. There was always a certain rivalry in those games, it was physical, intense and nobody goes down without a fight.

As usual, you wore your headphones on the bus ride to the stadium. Next to you sat Rose, your bus buddy, while Press and Heath sat in the row next to you. They'd be lying if they didn't say that they noticed you checking your phone a lot and smiling at it. However, they didn’t do anything about it. If you wanted to tell them something, they would be there but they wouldn't force you to. They've known you long enough to know how you handle things.

Flem🔥

Can I have your shirt later? x

You

Only If I get yours too xx

Flem🔥

deal

Shortly after the game started, the first slide tackles came from both teams.

The game was balanced, sometimes Canada had their chances and sometimes your team, the goalkeepers definitely had something to do.

Jess and you didn‘t interact much, yes, off pitch you’re a couple but rivals on the field. The only interaction was when Canada had a corner kick and you pressed your body against hers. The canadian would bet that you did it on purpose as your breath hit the back of her neck. It made her go crazy, weak in the knees. Well, after all, it was the first time in 2 weeks that she saw you and could feel your proximity. (Spoiler: whether she had seen you or not, she still would have had weak knees and a racing heart. She always had when she’s near you)

It was 0-0 at half time. A solid result, but not satisfying.

Every single player on the field got more eager to score which resulted in more ruthless tackles.

You were in the opponent's half when Chapman took the ball away from you. Immediately you’re after her to get the ball back. You’re close behind her as she played a pass, her elbow slamming with so much strength in your face, right on your nose. "Fuck" you couldn‘t even scream out of pain because it hurt so much. You fell to the ground as you held your nose, your head hitting the ground. The game continued without anyone noticing that you were lying there. The only one who noticed was the person who caused it, she was standing by your side yelling at the referee. The game was only paused after a number of boo‘s from the stands and as soon as your girlfriend saw you curled up on the floor she ran to you as fast as she could. "Get the fuck away from her!" the brunette shoved Chapman as she kneeled down. She wasn't one to swear, but seeing you on the ground? It turned her into someone else, a protector who must protect you, her girl, at all costs. "Can you take your hands out of your face?" the sweet voice of your girl asked, taking a hold on your wrists. Just as she was about to pull your hands down slowly an angry Tobin Heath pushed her body to the ground, "Don‘t touch her" she hissed. Wrong move. Because when Tobin touched the young Canadian, Sinclair stepped in, "You don‘t touch her"

While Heath and Sinclair provoked each other, Christen went completely nuts on the bench. Still no medic team anywhere near you. Jess was by your side again, your hands out of your face as she could see the blood that was spread across your face. Definitely a broken nose and a possible black eye. You hated blood. You'll immediately feel nauseous and dizzy when you see it whether it’s your own or someone else's. "The medics are almost there, love. Keep your eyes open" her voice laced with worry as your eyes kept closing.

Finally, when the medic team arrived, they tried to stop the bleeding. After a minute or two everything seemed to be fine and you were able to stand up again which turned out to be a big mistake because as soon as you got back on your feet you passed out. They didn't know if it was because of the blood you saw or because the knock was so bad. Either way, you got substituted.

"Sub me off! I need to be with her. Please" Jess begged as she saw you getting carried of the field in the stretcher. Sinc had never seen the small Canadian so desperate while talking to their coach.

Unfortunately, Chris, who actually wanted to be by your side, was subbed on for you.

When Jess got subbed off which was 5 played minutes later she ran to the medic room. She had never felt so helpless.

On the pitch, your mentors played sloppy, everyone could see that your injury effected them. Canada as well couldn't play accurately without one of their key players. The game was dominated by bad passes and missed shots.

"How is she?" Jess questioned as she entered the room, "Broken nose and a little concussion."

You were lying on the bed, your nose bandaged with plasters, sleeping. As the last medic team member left the room the canadian sat next to you on a chair. She held your hand while her thumb stroked over your knuckles.

"I would swap shirts but mine is blood stained" you murmured. Your throat was sore but your face hurt less than before, the painkillers slowly working. "Please don‘t joke" the girl whispered, still not able to calm down "I was so worried"

"My girl, i‘m a fighter-"

The door was swung open as a worried Christen Press entered with Tobin Heath behind her, "Are you ok- What are you doing here?" the same woman asked who pushed Jess away from you.

Frightened, the canadian jumped out of her seat, turning to look at your team moms. Chris with a smile on her face, connecting the dots while Tobs had a scowl on hers. "Um.. I.." your girlfriend stuttered as she let go of your hand.

"Jess is my girlfriend"

"What?!"

You groaned as your head ache got worse due the loud noise, your hands massaging your temples. "What did the doc say?" united states number 23 asked, placing her hand on Tobins back, changing the subject. "Broken nose, little concussion. I need to rest" you answered. Tobin was glaring at your lover who was shuffling with her feet. "We‘ll talk about this, madame" the veteran said before she left the room. She was concerned about you but the news that the canadian was your girl was something she had to process first.

Her little boo with a girlfriend.

She‘d witnessed your highlights, watched you grow in the game, supported you, accompanied you at the lowest point in your career. You had been through a lot together, so maybe it was her pride that hurt because you didn't tell her earlier about your love story and that she had to find out about it through an injury, almost going for Chapman's throat because of that, by the way.

"She‘ll come around" Christen said as she saw how your face saddened, "I‘ll talk to her" she went to your side before she pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead to assure you that everything will be fine.

"Maybe we all could get some coffee?" the suggestion coming from Jessie, "If you want to get to know me? Officially, i mean"

-

A few days later you‘re sitting at a little coffee shop waiting for your team moms to show up. Jess was next to you, holding your hand. It was unclear who was trying to calm whom. The brunette was nervous because she was meeting people you cared so much about and wanted to show them she was worthy of your love and you were nervous because you wanted them to like Jessie.

"Hi" you both greeted synchronously, slightly giggling at one another. "Hey" the dark haired women pressed a kiss to your forehead as she hugged you, carefully not to touch your injured nose. Jess stretched out her hand for Tobin to shake as she repeated her greeting. "Hello" the forward replied, accepting her hand. You felt relief as you saw their little interaction. Christen had definitely spoken to the forward about her behavior a few days ago.

The four of you talked for a while, there was no tension or anything negative. Everybody was enjoying the 'parents meet kids girlfriend'-meeting, it even seemed like scary Tobin Heath liked Jessie but there was this one question on the tip of her tongue that she wanted answered. "Jessie, I need to ask you this" she started as Jess looked at you nervously, your hand finding her thigh, "What are your intentions with y/n?"

She rested her elbows on the table, leaning forward to show her authority, Jess gulping under Tobins stare "Well," helplessly, she looked at CP who, however, was also waiting for an answer. Just because she, in terms of her protectiveness, acted calm and collected didn‘t mean she didn't want a straight answer to the question. She also had to know if your girlfriend was enough for you. "I love her. Umm, we‘re young but.. umm.. hopefully she‘ll be my wife one day" the canadian didn‘t really know how to answer that question. Her intensions were only good ones.

She wants to make you happy.

She wants to make you proud.

She wants to support you no matter what.

She wants to sit in the stands and she wants to cheer for you.

She wants to show you that you only deserved the best.

She wants to love you for the rest of her life.

She wants to be by your side as long as you‘ll let her.

She wants you.

Christen smiled like a proud parent as Tobin grinned widely. Jess looked cofused around, not understanding why the moms looked at her like that, you looking at her with the biggest heart eyes, "Oh no" she said as she understood those faces "I said that out loud, didn‘t I?"

"Jup"

Christen and Tobin got up, "My job here is done", ready to go.

"You chose a good one, y/n/n."

This time it was Christen who commented like Tobin would. In her mind, Heath agreed yet she would never admit stuff like that in prensence of Jess.

But Jessie was indeed a good one.

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pt. 2

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[meazalykov]

the golden girl

uswnt x uswnt!reader

summary: what happened in a world where reader played on the USWNT in the 2019 World Cup?

part one (part two here)

Knowing that the call at eight am could change the pathway of my career, I couldn’t sleep. My mind spins rapidly as I tried to close my eyes and manipulate myself into believing that tomorrow would be an ordinary day, but that didn’t work. 

Hi! My name is Y/n L/n and I am a soccer player who plays for club Olympique Lyon. I am a forward who many people call the “next big thing,” since I am only 19 years old. 

After winning the Champions League final with Lyon, scoring a brace which involved a penalty, my career seemed to go in a great path that was unordinary for a teenager. 

I sat on my bed, criss-crossed, as I stared at the digital alarm clock on my bedside table. 4:38am. Three hours and twenty two minutes until I get the call. 

After traveling to my hometown in the United States, Virginia Beach, I traveled to the last International camp, before the World Cup, in order to “try out” for a World Cup roster spot. My mentality is great, my skills during the camp were phenomenal and I believe I proved that to the coaches, but I am young. 

The coaches will prioritize other forwards like Alex Morgan, Tobin Heath, Megan Raphinoe, and Christen Press first. I am aware of that. They’ve won the 2015 World Cup four years ago and have the experience to go up again. However, everyone knows that the USWNT will need to bring on youngsters to set themselves up for future competitions, so I have confidence that I'll be the one they’ll call. 

Three hours and twenty minutes later, I sat at my dining room table in Lyon, preparing for the unexpected. 

My phone’s flashlight goes off a few times and my screen brightens at the sight of my International Coach’s number. 

“Hey.” I spoke first as my finger pressed on the green button. The nervousness in my voice was present, I wanted this decision to go my way. 

“Hi Y/n! How are you feeling right now!?” My United States coach, Jill Ellis, asked. 

“I’m- Um— I’m nervous.” I told the truth. I heard a small chuckle come from the coach which I raised my eyebrows at. The tension on my end could be cut with a sharp knife. The lack of sleep made my nerves worse too. 

“Well I have some news for you.” Jill said. I swallowed on nothing as the next few seconds can predict how my day– sorry— year will go. I know she has to call other players about the decisions for them so our call won’t last long, thankfully. 

“Let me start off by saying that all of the coaching staff, including myself, needed to consider someone who is young and has a lot of quality. We were impressed by the amount of work you've put into our international camps and we’ve kept up on your club experience at Lyon for more reference. So, we’ve chosen you to be on the roster to represent the United States in the 2019 World Cup.” The excitement in Jill’s voice grew when she announced that I would be in the World Cup. 

However, most of what she said sounded muffled through the happy tears that poured down my eyes. I couldn’t believe it! My hard work paid off. 

“Thank you!” I said. 

“No Thank you Y/n! We’ll see you soon, Bye!” Jill ended the call before I jumped in joy. 

A couple of months later, I sat on the bench in France as the USWNT was up against Thailand in the group stage. It was the 64th minute and we were up 7-0. As I sat on the bench, my heart raced faster out of nervousness. Eventually, my head turned when I heard her call my name. I am excited, but my stomach felt like there was a rock in it. The weight of expectations settled squarely on my shoulders as I looked at the ongoing game. 

We are winning the game by seven, but I still wanted to prove my best to the coach, teammates, and the fans. When I stood up, my legs felt like jelly making my way to the touchline. The crowd's roar was deafening, every step closer to the pitch amplifying my nerves. 

“You’re going to go on for Raphinoe. We are up 7-0 but use this as an opportunity to get a feel of the field and experience.” Jill spoke with empathy as she patted on my back, allowing me to do the required warmup on the sideline before standing at the midline. 

I tried to shake off the doubts, reminding myself of the countless hours of practice that had brought me to this moment. The nerves in my legs wouldn’t calm down. Maybe I can use that as a source of adrenaline. 

Running onto the field in replacement for Raphinoe, the enormity of the occasion hit me like a ton of bricks. The stadium seemed to stretch endlessly all around me, filled with thousands of spectators watching my every move. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. The ball was at the other end of the field, giving me a moment to collect myself.

Then, Julie Ertz shot the ball over the left side of the field to gain space. The ball landed on my ivory-colored cleat and I dribbled around a Thailand opponent before passing to Alex Morgan who lightly tapped the ball behind the net. Goal!

My jaw dropped in realization as Alex jogged over to hug me. Some of the girls on the pitch came to congratulate me on the assist as others clapped their hands. I didn’t take it offensively, we are up 8-0 now and there's not much to celebrate now besides the inevitable win. My first touch in the World Cup gave an assist which I later found impressed spectators. 

I glanced at my teammates when the game started again, finding reassurance in their encouraging, yet concentrated, nods and smiles. They had confidence in my abilities, even if I struggled to find it within myself sometimes. With each passing second, my nerves began to settle, now replaced by a fierce determination to prove myself worthy of wearing the US jersey.

Eventually, I found myself caught up in the rhythm of the play. My eyes were on the ball, blocking out the noise of the crowd and the pressure of the moment. With each touch and pass to a teammate, my confidence grew and my movements became more fluid and precise.

Then, in the 73rd minute, it happened. A perfectly timed pass by Samantha Mewis found my feet. At this point I wanted to be the goalscorer, not the assist. With a burst of speed, I raced towards the goal and dribbled around the defenders who were in the way of the goal, the screaming chants of the crowd fading into the background as they saw what I was doing. At that moment, there was only me, the ball, and the goal.

My right foot unleashed a powerful shot, the ball rocketing into the back of the net with a stunning curve. Goal! The stadium erupted into cheers, the sound washing over me like a tidal wave of euphoria as my teammates ran to congratulate me on my first ever goal in the World Cup. For a brief moment, I allowed myself to bask in the glory of my achievement, the weight of my nerves finally lifted off of my shoulders. The game ended in a 13-0 win for us!

Later in the World Cup tournament, I found myself on the bench as my heart pounded at the match in front of me. Thanks to Alex Morgan and Christen Press who scored in the Semifinal against the Lionesses, we were in the World Cup final against the Dutch. 

As the game enters the 79th minute, with the score being 2-0, the coach calls my name. This took me by surprise since I didn’t believe that any substitutes would join the final. When I stood up, my legs felt like lead as I made my way onto the pitch for Tobin Heath, who had an injury earlier in the tournament and couldn't play all 90 minutes. The roar of the crowd washes over me, drowning out the doubts that threatened to consume me since I am on the right wing.

With only minutes remaining, I can’t make a mistake. I have to make every second count. We are up 2-0 but the Netherlands could easily catch up if we make a few errors, they’re EURO champions and have a statement to make for the world.

As I focus on the ball, blocking out the noise of the crowd and the pressure of the moment, the 89th minute comes along. Krieger gets the ball from a Dutch forward and launches the ball in the air towards Rose Lavelle. The girl who scored the second goal in the final headed the ball over the field again before it landed onto my feet— This is my chance. 

My feet take the ball towards the goal. Veenendaal, the Dutch Goalkeeper, sets herself up in a ready position. As I race closer to the goal, my heart pounds in my chest. The defenders close in but I dribble around them effortlessly. An Oranje defender missed her chance to side tackle me as my left foot unleashed a powerful shot. The ball grazed the tip of Veenendaal’s fingers and the ball hit the back of the net with stunning precision. Goal!

The stadium erupts into cheers as I run to the corner of the pitch to celebrate. A typical knee slide that allowed my knees to slide through the soft grass before I stood up and turned to my teammates who rushed to congratulate me. Everyone on the bench got up and ran to me as well to celebrate. At that moment, the voice in my head told me that I’ve done it. My goal gave everyone the reassurance that we secured a World Cup win for the USWNT four times. 

After winning the Bronze Ball, Gold Medal, and being able to take pictures with the World Cup trophy itself, I cried. The tears wouldn’t stop after my bestfriend Mallory Pugh hugged me as she cried as well. We were so happy, I have never felt so proud of myself and my team. 

Hopefully 2023 will secure us a three-peat…. 

part two here

[alotofpockets]

Christen Press Appreciation

woso appreciation masterlist | with @totaly-obsessed

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

Falling in love again (Christen Press x Reader)

Writers block is being a pain at the moment so sorry it's been a while since I posted. I'll be back to trying to write my list of requests in a few weeks when I'm back from holiday. This wasn't requested, just a random idea and probably not very good but I hope you like it!

Warnings: Death of a partner, grief. If you find anything else let me know and I'll add it!

Words: 4.3K

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Almost two years had passed since I lost my person. The person I thought I would spend my life with, the person I loved more than I thought it was possible to love someone. Life was cruel like that, giving you a person who understood you, who loved you so deeply, only to rip it away in the worst way possible. The day the phone call came, telling me Talia had been in an accident that claimed her life was a blur. Honestly, at times it still felt like a dream. The overwhelming grief, disbelief and fear I felt that day still ever present if I thought back to it. 

I had almost quit soccer for good after that, but I knew she wouldn't want me too. Talia loved watching me play, she knew how much I loved it, always encouraging me and supporting me in everything I did. So I kept going, every game I played, I played for her. The grief had faded since then. It was always there, it always would be, some days were worse than others, but it was bearable. It didn't consume me like it once had.   

One of the things Talia used to love was colouring in my tattoos. Not that I would have admitted it to her, but once we started dating, my new tattoos were purely designed so she could colour them. Our spare time was often spent with her colouring them while I drew or did random stuff. It was something I found myself doing often, especially when I was missing her.

Someone sat down next to me as I slowly coloured in one of the many tattoos scattered over my body. I didn't pay them much attention, continuing colouring, "What are you doing?"

I shrugged, not looking up at Emily, "Colouring."

"Is she colouring in her tattoos again?" Kelley asked sitting across from us.

"Yup, we really need to get her paper or a colouring book."

"Have you ever noticed even when there's paper around she still does it? Look at how comfortable and peaceful she looks. It's like a built in stress relief." I fought the urge to chuckle at how they talked as if I wasn't there. To be fair I was only half listening. 

"Why do you colour in your tattoos?"

I sighed, putting down the pen. The team had been bugging me for months now about it. These were some of the people I trusted most in the world, there was no reason to keep hiding it from them. "It reminds me of my wife. She would sit there for hours colouring in my tattoos while I drew. It became sort of a routine."

"You're married? You don't wear a ring."

I pulled the chain around my neck that held a simple black band and a silver band with a line of diamonds. "Mine and hers," I took a deep breath trying to control my emotions, "She died almost 2 years ago, I only take it off for games."

"God Y/n, I'm so sorry," Ali said, pulling me in for a quick hug.

Alex was the next to pull me into a tight hug, "How come we never knew? We've known you longer then two years?"

"No one knew except our close friends and family. At the time we weren't as close as we are now and I guess I couldn't bring myself to mention it after. We never specifically hid it, just didn't put it out there. She never wanted to the world to know who she was. Never wanted who she was with to impact her kids."

"She had kids?"

"She was a teacher at a school for kids with disabilities. They meant the world to her, she would do anything for them. It was always a worry that her suddenly being known would affect her job in some way."

"It sounds like she was an amazing person. I'm sad we never got to meet her."

"You did, you just never knew who she was to me."

"Talia? I remember you mentioning that she passed away and that's why you took that break," Alyssa asked.

"Yup, we had been married 4 years the day you met her."

"That's why you completely disappeared that day then wouldn't tell us why."

A small smile appeared on my face remembering that day. We had booked a hotel room, ordered way to much room service, gave each other massages, then had a bath and watched movies. It was simple, but one of my favourite nights besides the day we got married, "She had flown in that weekend just so we could celebrate our anniversary. We never spent one apart."

---

Christen sat down on her bed, staring up at me for a second before speaking, "That's why you turn everyone down when they ask you out? Including me."

There had been many people over the years that had asked me on dates, all being turned down for obvious reasons. Christen had been one of them though, about a year after Talia passed. Besides Talia, Christen was the only person I could actually see myself with if I ever got to a point where I felt ready. That wasn't now, but part of me hoped it would happen soon. Despite the guilt and grief that was there, I wanted the chance to be happy again with someone. We had talked about it a few times and neither of us wanted the other to hold on for too long. Talia would want me to be happy, to move on and one day, when the time was right, I would.

I sighed sitting down next to Christen. Sitting or lying on the others bed was a pretty common occurrence when we roomed together. "You know I know she would want me to be happy, but every time I even think about starting to date again, it feels like I'm betraying her. Like if I start something, I'll forget her."

"You'll never forget her. No matter what you're doing or who you're with, she will always be in your heart. She'll always be your person, but you can love someone else while still loving her just as much as you always have. It's not one or the other and if the next person doesn't understand that then they aren't worth the time. There's no rush to move on."

"Thanks Chris. Out of all the people that have asked me out, you're the only one I thought about saying yes to. I'm sorry I wasn't ready."

Christen placed her hand on my knee, squeezing gently. Something that always seemed to make me feel peace. "Don't be. I always knew there was a slim chance of you saying yes and I accepted that. I was just happy that it didn't change our friendship."

"Would you still be open to that date? Not right now, but sometime in the near future."

"Of course I would. There's no rush or pressure though Y/n/n, whenever you're ready, I'm ready. And if you're never ready that's okay too."

--- Today was two years since Talia was taken. Of course it was game day. When I realised the date it was like a weight was sitting on my chest. Christen was still asleep so I slipped quietly into the bathroom to shower and let the tears out. I had originally been thinking about pulling out of the game, but after my shower I was actually feeling okay to play. I was determined to win for her. 

The final whistle blew as I clung onto whoever was closest, my knees trying to give out on me. The rush of emotions I felt was not what I expected. Happiness, relief, grief all rushing through me as I tried to hold it together in front of everyone. Letting my emotions show in front of friends or family was hard enough, I didn't need that happening in front of the fans. 

I managed to hold it together enough to greet the fans before we made our way to the locker room. As I put the necklace back on, I broke. Tears silently streaming down my cheeks before a sob forced it's way out. Instantly, Ali's arms wrapped around me tightly as I sobbed into her shoulder. I didn't like crying in front of people, but there was no stopping it. So for once, I just let it out with the comfort of the people I trusted most. 

Once I had calmed down, Ali finally spoke up, "What's going on Y/n/n?"

"I-it's been 2 years sin-since- I'm sorry."

Ali's arms tightened as another hand squeezed mine, "Never apologise for feeling how you feel. You can always feel how you feel with us. We've got you always."

We spent longer in the locker room than we normally would as the girls took turns comforting me and making sure I was okay before we left. After dinner, most of the team ended up in one of the rooms for team bonding. There were quite a few questions about Talia, normally I didn't talk about her much because of the emotions it brings up, but everyone seemed genuinely interested in her.  Also, talking about her was actually quite therapeutic.  

Even though it was therapeutic, talking about Talia still brought up emotions so I had found myself cuddled up with Ali for comfort. I had almost went to Christen for comfort, but the guilt had started to creep in again making me decide against it.

"How old were you when you got married? It must have been quite young," Tierna asked.  

"We were. We started dating at 19, married at 23.  Possibly too young in some peoples opinions, but at the time we just got the idea in our heads and went with it. I proposed and 2 months later we were married. My time with Talia was incredible, it was fun and low maintenance. We met in college when we both didn't have a lot of money, most of our dates in our first few years were picnics, walks or movie nights. 

I mean our first anniversary, we made each other homemade cards. Talia got me marshmallows because I was obsessed with them at the time and I got her chocolate and gummy bears. We ended up at the beach, making smores before going back to my apartment and making pasta for dinner. To this day that was probably one one of my favourites. Talia never cared about fancy or expensive things, that never changed the further I got in my professional career or as our money situation changed. She was just happy if we were together."

I knew I was rambling, but I couldn't help myself. Talking about Talia before I lost her was one of my favourite things. The girls didn't seem to mind though as everyone's attention seemed to be completely on me. "She sounds like she was an incredible person."

"She was. I think she would have gotten along with all of you. Especially Emily and Kelley. Talia loved pranks and just being annoying. She wrapped up a carrot and gave it to me more than once, she would pull little pranks all the time or poke and prod at me constantly."

Later that night, Christen got my attention as I slipped into my bed, "Hey, you doing okay? I know today was hard."

"It was, but I'm feeling okay right now. I think talking about her helped. I've never really let myself because of the emotions it brings up. Turns out it's quite freeing to talk about her."

"The team would agree, it was nice to hear about her. I can see how much you love her."

"It's uh not weird for you is it?"

"No. Y/n, she was your wife, you love her, you always will. I know that. If we were to eventually get to a point past friendship, I would never expect anything else. You can talk to me about her whenever you want and I don't want you to feel bad about it."

"Thank you Chris. I don't want you to think I'm leading you on or anything. I have every intention of asking you on a date, I just need a bit of time."

"Hey, I don't think that at all. Like I said, there is no rush, there's no expectations."

---

It had been about six months since mine and Christen's initial conversation. I was finally feeling like I was ready to try dating again, all I had to do was ask. It had taken longer than I thought it would and a part of me was thinking that Christen would have lost interest by now or just didn't want to deal with my past. A part of me was tempted to not ask, to save myself from rejection, but I also knew there was no way to know unless I asked. 

"So."

"So?"

I took a deep breath, trying to clear some of the nerves that had been building. I had never asked one out let alone dated anyone else besides Talia. Christen sent me a small smile, the nerves melting away when I saw the adoration in her eyes. "Will you go on a date with me Chris?"

"You're ready for that?"

"I think so, I've been thinking about it a lot recently. It's just this is something I haven't done with anyone besides Talia so I might not be perfect or even close to it, but I'll try."

"I would love to Y/n. Just tell me if we go on this date and you realise you're not ready. I'll understand. You also don't have to be perfect, we'll figure this out as we go okay?"

"Thank you Chris. I'll pick you up at 6?"

"We're sharing a room."

"I'm going to get ready in Ali and Alex's room, that way I can pick you up."

"And they say chivalry is dead." 

---

Trying to plan a date was so far out of my comfort zone that I didn't even know where to start. Of course I had been on many dates with Talia, but that was different. It had been 10 or so years since my first and only first date. I knew Talia like the back of my hand, I knew what she liked, where she liked to go. Christen on the other hand, I knew her, but to a far lesser extent which was making me overthink. What if she didn't like what I planned? What if I did too much or not enough? 

Before I could continue to spiral, I decided to enlist the help of Tobin. Normally I would go to Ali, but Tobin was Christens bestfriend. 

"You okay Y/n?"

"No. Well yes but also no. Christen and I are going on a date tonight and I'm freaking out. I cannot for the life of me decide what to do. Every time something comes to mind, I convince myself that it's not enough. Chris will be the second person I've ever taken on a date, it needs to be perfect."

Tobin led me to sit on the bed as I had started to pace across the room. "Don't tell her I told you, but Chris doesn't care what you do, she's just happy to go out with you. Tell me your ideas?"

"I know she likes parks or gardens, beaches, picnics, museums, that sort of thing. There's not a beach around otherwise I would take her there and it'll be too late to take her to the museum but I found a nice park the other day. It has a lake and there were heaps of like lights and stuff. Was thinking picking up some takeaway and other bits to have a picnic at the park, but it doesn't seem like enough."

"Y/n, that is perfect. I know this is pretty much completely new to you, but you just need to try relax a little bit. You know Chris, she's your friend, you know what she likes. She's going to love a picnic in the park, maybe a walk around after."

"Thank you Tobs."

"Hey Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Chris is going into this knowing there's a chance you realise you're not ready and she'll understand that, everyone will. There'll be no hard feelings or anything. Just if that happens, please tell her sooner rather than later. I know you won't do it on purpose, but I don't want her to get her hopes up."

"I will. This wasn't a decision I made lightly, I feel ready and I'm really hoping I am. I admit, it does feel a bit weird, but I really like her Tobin. The last thing I want to do is hurt her."

Tobin smiled slightly, pulling me into a quick hug, "I know and so does Chris. Just take it one step at a time, you don't need to rush anything or do anything that doesn't feel right."

After one last hug I made my way to the door, "Thanks Tobs, I should go get ready before I make myself late."

Before heading back to my room, I ran down to the shop to get a few things. Picking out what to buy took longer than it should have. Everything I thought about buying, I ended up second guessing if Christen actually liked it. Time was running out though so I ended up picking out some wine I thought she liked and some other picnic type things.

Despite almost making myself late, I knocked on the door at exactly 6 pm, trying my best to push down the nerves. Tobin was right, Christen was my friend, I knew she didn't expect or even really like some fancy date. There was no real reason to be this nervous. Part of it was probably because of how new it was, part of me was second guessing if I was truly ready for this, but I think that was due to nerves and not wanting to hurt Christen. Another part was because it was Christen. Gorgeous, kind, thoughtful Christen. Anyone in their right mind would be nervous to be going on a date with her. 

"Hi Y/n/n."

"Hi."

Christen smiled, kissing my cheek softly, "You okay?" 

"A bit nervous, but I'm okay. You ready to go?"

We made our way out of the hotel, stopping to pick up takeaway before starting the ten minute walk to the park. Christen didn't ask about what we were doing, instead making random conversation. Knowing I was nervous, I had a feeling she was doing it on purpose to try calm me down. It was definitely working, my nerves were fading away the longer we talked and I wasn't thinking so much about if it was enough. Instead, I was letting myself be excited about it. 

When we got to the park, Christens eyes lit up as she looked around. I found a nice spot by the lake, spreading everything out on the blanket as Christen got comfortable. "How'd you find this place? It's beautiful."

"I stumbled upon it when I went for a walk the other night."

"You went for a walk, alone at night?"

"Maybe not my best idea, but I needed to clear my head away from our room, away from the hotel."

Concern covered Christens face as she straightened slightly, "Away from our room? Was I doing something wrong?"

"No, no you didn't do anything. I was trying to figure out if I asked you out or not. I guess I was worried that I had left it too long and maybe you weren't interested anymore. I also felt a bit guilty, making you wait so long. It seems unfair to you. Got in my head about it I guess. If you can't tell, I'm a bit of an overthinker sometimes."

"Well I'm glad you did. This wasn't unfair to me, I promise. You were honest about everything Y/n, you didn't give me false hope or lie to me. That was all I could ask of you. Are you feeling okay about this?"

"I am. Honestly, it feels a little bit weird which maybe you don't want to hear, but I'm really having a good time."

Christen smiled, taking my hand gently, "Look, I don't get how it feels, but I will never dismiss anything you're feeling. You can always talk to me about it. It's okay for it to feel weird because it probably is for you, I don't take offence to that."

"Thank you. Now lets eat before it gets cold."

We spent the next couple of hours talking about anything we could think of. There had never been anyone but Talia that I could talk to so comfortably without running out of things to talk about. That was until Christen came along. Long before there were any feelings, there had always been something about her that made me feel comfortable talking to her about things. Now I craved the conversations I could have with her. I wanted to get to know her more, from the mundane to the personal. 

Conversation continued as we walked around the park hand in hand then back to the hotel when it started to get late. The nerves had long faded by now, instead being replaced by giddiness and maybe butterflies. Going on a date with Christen felt right. Despite the lingering guilt, I knew Talia would approve. I knew that out of anyone to move on with she would have chosen Christen for me. That in itself brought a sense of peace. 

---

Christen slipped under the blankets on her bed, pulling me down with her. I laughed as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, mumbling something about wanting cuddles. Pulling her closer, I left a soft kiss against her forehead before speaking. "You want me to sleep in your bed tonight?" 

Christen just nodded. We had just got back from our fifth date in two weeks. They could have been spaced out since we lived in the same city, but I felt like a smitten teenager again. Instead of the nerves that plagued me for our first date, I was excited about the dates. Maybe to some it was too many too quick, but I didn't care and Christen didn't seem to either.

Despite the amount of dates we had been on, we were planning on taking things slow. It was my idea to take it slow as this was something I hadn't done in a long time. We had kissed for the first time at the end of the last one, but even though we were rooming together, we hadn't slept in the same bed yet.

"That can be arranged, but I need to get changed and brush my teeth." She groaned dramatically, but let me go with a pout. After completing my nightly routine, I took my necklace off, putting it next to the bed. It felt unfair to Christen to be sleeping in the same bed as her while still wearing my wife's ring.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking it off."

"Because you want to or because you feel you have to?" I just shrugged, Christen stood up, grabbing the necklace and putting it back around my neck before her arms wrapped around my waist from behind. "I will never make you take this off. I never want you to feel like you have to for me okay? You will always love her and that's okay. It doesn't mean you can't have that love for someone else as well."

I nodded leaning back into her. One of my biggest fears with dating someone new was that they wouldn't understand or get mad at the fact that I will always be in love with someone else. That person just happened to not be here anymore. It was scary that I already felt myself falling for Christen, she was just such a beautiful person, inside and out. I don't think I could stop myself from falling even if I wanted to.

---

Christen and I were lying on my bed as the movie credits started to play. We were supposed to go out, but I wasn't feeling up to it. Talia's birthday was in a few days and I had been thinking about her a lot. No matter how much time passed, I still missed her just as much. I was feeling somewhat guilty about the new realisation that I was in love with Christen, like I was being unfaithful to Talia. I felt guilty a lot when Christen and I first started dating. It had mostly faded over the 6 months we had been together, though it always got worse near dates to do with Talia. I just had to keep reminding myself that there was nothing to feel guilty about and that she would be happy for me.

"I hope she's proud of me," I stated quietly, mostly to myself.

Christen turned her head slightly, "Maybe I didn't know her very well, but I know she is. You've come so far in your life and career. You are an amazing person, anyone would be proud of you."

"Sometimes I wish I could have one last conversation with her. See what she thinks of my life, where I am, who I'm with. I still talk to her sometimes, almost expecting a response, but of course it'll never come."

Her fingers laced with mine, squeezing slightly, "I'm sure she's listening and she's happy that you're living the life you want. That's what the people who love us should want for us."

I rolled over so I could look at her properly, brushing a piece of hair out of her face, "Have I ever thanked you? For letting me talk about her, for understanding that me loving her doesn't take away from what I feel for you, for always being there for me on days like our anniversary, or her birthday or the anniversary of her death. It's something I am forever grateful for Chris."

"I will always do all of those things, you don't ever need to thank me. I love you Y/n, I'll always be there for you no matter what."

"Y-you love me?"

"I do. You don't have to say it back, I just wanted you to know."

I kissed her softly, trying to show everything I was feeling, "I love you Chris."

[skipper1331]

Taking care // Jessie Fleming

kinda pt. 2 of Protective Moms

a/n: based off this request.

"Tobs, I can walk on my own" you whined, the striker supporting you. "I have broken nose, nothing more"

"And a serious concussion"

You grumbled but you had no other choice, Tobin wouldn‘t leave your side until your body was laid down in your bed. "Can I at least have my phone back?"

"Ask Christen"

Back at your room you laid down, Tobs placed a glass of water on your nightstand before she tucked you under the duvet. "How shall I ask her when she isn’t here?"

"That‘s not my problem, we‘ll check up on you later." the forward then left the room, ready to go to training. (She tried to tell the coach that she had to watch you and take care of you but as soon as you heard that you argued with her, that you‘re old enough, etc. which she only half-heartedly accepted)

A long sigh left your throat.

-

"Jess is pretty amazing, isn‘t she?" you smiled as you went to breakfast with Chris and Tobs. "She‘s alright" said Tobin while Christen answered, "She’s such a sweetheart." As you had your breakfast on your plate you walked towards the table where Sonnett, Kelley and Alex sat. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through your head, it throbbed and spun then went black. You passed out.

Everything seemed fine so far, your nose was broken but otherwise nothing to notice from the concussion. Yesterday, Chris, Tobin, Jess and you were out for a 'parents meet kids girlfriend' date and you were your usual self.

Well, until now. The plate shattered across the floor, your body hitting the floor with a 'humpf'. Christen was the first by your side, rapidly and firmly patting your cheek, with no luck in waking you - you were knocked out while Tobin ran around the hotel searching for someone from the physio team, a doc, anyone.

-

That‘s how you ended up for the rest of the day and the next few days in your bed with no phone and no remote to turn the tv on, strict guidelines: Rest, rest, rest! Tobin took the doc very serious, she wouldn‘t risk more damage. The little meet up with your girl was already to much after the knock from Chapman. Even though the moms where at training they made sure you had everything, a bottle of water beside your bed and painkillers next to it, just in case.

Meanwhile Jess was going crazy. Why hadn‘t you replied to her texts? Did the moms forbid you to contact her? Oh god, they didn‘t like her?! She tried to call you over and over, your phone ringing in Chris‘ bag as she was doing drills with her team mates.

"You good, Jess?" Sinc asked the young canadian as she saw how she was biting her lip nervously, her fingers playing with the hem of her hoodie.

"Huh? Yeah! I‘m fine" the midfielder replied. She wasn't convincing so Sinc took a seat beside her. She nudged the shoulder of the young canadian, silently asking what‘s wrong. "She isn‘t answering" she admitted, her ears turning red, "the only text she sent was a good morning which was hours ago"

"So? Maybe she‘s at training?"

"No, no. She has to be in bed because of her concussion"

"Well then, maybe she‘s sleeping" the older woman tried to ease Jessie‘s mind but with no success, she could see that her brain was working on high speed, trying to figure out what‘s wrong. "I just feel like something is off, you know? Like something happened."

The only thing Christine could do now was support her, "If you think someting is off then go to her." a big smile spread across the face of the small canadian "you think?"

"If you don‘t, you have to wait until she answers"

-

Knocking on your door, Jess was nervous. Shortly after her talk with Sinc the midfielder went to your hotel, it took her some time but she made it. She didn‘t know why she was nervous, you were her girlfriend after all yet the thought of an angry Tobin Heath opening the door was scary. Her knock wasn‘t too loud, she didn‘t want to make your headache worse though the knock was loud enough to be heard. "Hello?" you rasped out as you opened the door. "Hi" your girl said, shuffling with her feet.

"What‘re you doing here?" you looked down the hall before you pulled her in to her room. "You didn‘t answer my texts" you chuckled as you placed yourself back on the bed. "I don‘t have my phone," patting the spot next to you to signal her she should join you. "Why?" She asked, taking her shoes off, joining you. Immediately, your head rested on her chest as her arms wrapped around you. "Chris has it and the remote as well. I‘m so bored, you can‘t even imagine," you stated, melting in the embrace of your lover. "I get that, baby, but why?" While lips were pressed against your forehead, you answered, "strict doc rules 'cause I passed out. Tobin is being overprotective" in to her chest, slowly getting tired. The whole day, you‘d been laying around, doing nothing yet couldn‘t sleep but with your lovers arms around the tiredness started to set in. "You passed out?" The midfielder asked shocked, she knew something was off. "Yeah, i‘m alright though, just need to rest" your eyes shutting at the end of your sentence. "I love you" was the last thing you said before you fell in to deep slumber.

Freshly showered, the team got back to the hotel, Chris and Tobs already on her way to your room. As they opened the door and stepped in to the room, they could see the brunette you were hugging, both of you deep and fast asleep. Christen laughed softly; the two of you couldn‘t be away from each other. Even Tobin smiled, seeing you like this. Normally, she would have gone all protective but something in her was telling her that she was seeing the right thing, Jess was the right 'thing'

"They‘re adorable" said person stated, slinging her arm around the dark haired women who could only agree.

Sleeping in your lovers arms will always be the best kind of recovery.

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Owed pleasure 18+

Y/n x Christen Press x Mal Pugh

Warning: Smut! Smut! Smut!

WC: 7.3k

*Y/n’s pov* 

I moan in pleasure as the tip of my dick hits the back of Roses throat. I moan as she continues to suck the soul out of my dick. 

Mal smirks and watches. "You like that? Mals mouth around your dick sucking you off?" Mal asks seductively. 

I moan and nod. "It feels really good." I moan, Rose bobs her head faster.

The back of her throat could make me cum alone. Chris and the team laugh and smile as they continue to watch Rose give me a blowjob. 

I moan in pleasure, after 10 minutes of an amazing blow job I feel my balls tighten. 

"F-Fuck, I'm close." I moan. 

Rose bobs her head faster and faster. "Rose I'm go-" I'm unable to warn her in time. I bust my load in her mouth. 

Rose chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth, she swallows my load. She cleans up the rest of my cum and swallows it. 

"S-Shit, you really know how to suck dick." I moan. 

"I thought she was a virgin." Kelly says. 

"She is, she's never had sex before." Mal replies. 

"Well she knows what she's doing." I moan. 

Rose bobs her head faster and faster. 

“F-Fuck." I moan. 

The team laughs and continues to watch as Rose continue to give me head. 

Rose bobs her head faster. "A-Shit, I'm gonna cum buckets of you keep doing that." I moan. 

Rose continues bobbing her head going a bit faster. After 5 minutes of an amazing blow job, I feel my balls tighten. 

"R-Rose, baby I'm close." I moan. 

Rose continues bobbing her head. "Rose I'm gonna cu-" I'm unable to warn her in time. I bust my load in her mouth. 

Rose chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth. Rose swallows my load and licks up the rest of my cum. She swallows the rest of my cum. 

"S-Shit." I moan. 

Rose takes my dick out of her mouth. Rose giggles and kisses me. "Mm you taste amazing." 

I blush darkly. "T-Thanks." 

Rose leans in whispering in my ear. "After the game tomorrow if you score 3 goals I'll let you fuck me and cum inside me." 

I blush darkly and nod. 

"Nice one Rose." Tobin says.

 "T-Thanks." Rose says.

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*Christen’s Pov* 

We finished playing the game. I yawn and look at the time. It was 10:30 pm, and some of the girls had fallen asleep by now. 

Tobin was sitting on the ground with Rose, Ash and Alex and playing a game. I grab my phone and text Mal and Tobin. 

Me: Guys I’m really horny from the truth or dare game. I couldn't help but check out Y/n’s cock and get super wet at the thought of feeling her deep inside me. 

Mal: Mm me to Chris, I was horny from holding her from behind and massaging tits and feeling her ass against my lap. 

Tobin: Yeah it was really sexy to watch. 

I bite my lip and look at Tobin. Tobin looks at me and smirks. I bit my lip, I slipped my hand in my shorts and rubbed my clit, something I did to let Tobin know that I was horny and really needed to cum. 

Tobin smirks and texts me. I grab my phone and check it. I bite my lip and get wet as I read her text. 

Tobin: Yes baby girl she has my permission. But tomorrow, You, Y/n and I are fucking. 

Me: Yes Toby. Thank you. I need to cum so bad. 

Tobin: You can take them back to our room.

Me: Okay, how should I get them to come to our room? 

Tobin: Lie to them and tell them that there’s more snacks and alcohol in our room and that you need help carrying it. 

Me: Okay, thank you Toby. 

I text Mal. I didn’t wanna lie to her and I informed her about my plan. Mal looks at me and smirks. 

“Hey Y/n. Can you come with me and Mal real quick? There's more snacks and alcohol in mine and Tobin’s room and I need help carrying them back here.” I say. 

Y/n nods and smiles. “Yeah sure I can give you a hand.” 

We put our shoes on and head back to mine and Tobin’s room. While we are walking back Mal and I start teasing Y/n grabbing each other's asses and squeezing each other's asses. 

*Y/n’s Pov* 

I moan and bite my lip and get hard as Chris and Mal tease me and tease each other and slap and squeeze each other's asses. 

“Come on daddy. Touch our asses, you know you want to.” Mal says seductively as she shakes her ass. 

I blush darkly, I smile and grab their asses. They both giggle and moan as I squeeze their asses and slap their asses. Christen unlocks the door and lets us into the room. 

I flip on the lights and look around. “Where’s the Snacks and Alcohol?” I questioned. 

I blush darkly as Christen closes the door behind us and locks it. Mal and Chris smirk and move towards me. I moan as Chris massages my tits as Mal kisses my neck and rubs my bulge. 

“There’s no snacks or Alcohol baby. We brought you here so you can fuck us. We got really turned on while playing truth or dare.” Chris says. 

I blush darkly. “B-But you're with T-Tobin.”

“It’s okay baby. Tobin is okay with this but she request that’s you fuck me and her tomorrow.” Christen says giggling. 

I blush darkly. “Are you girls sure about this? I don’t have a condom on me.” 

“It’s okay baby we don’t need condoms. We are on a pill.” Christen says. 

I bite my lip and get slightly hard as Christen and Mal strip their clothes and get naked in front of me. They giggle, they drop to their knees and slide my shorts and boxers down and toss them off to the side. 

My cock springs out and full at attention once it’s freed from its confinement. I moan as Mal and Christen spit on my cock. I moan as Christen kisses up and down my thighs as Mal takes my balls in her mouth. 

I began to hit hard as Christen kissed my thighs and Mal sucked on my balls. Christen licked along my length as she took my length in her mouth and began to suck my dick.

"Fuck babe, such a good girl." I moan as I grip her hair putting her hair into a ponytail.

She gripped my thighs, as she sped up her sucking gagging as my tip hit the back of her throat. Spot going everywhere as she began to tear up from the continuous gagging.

My dick plops out Christen’s mouth, a string of spit still connecting us together. She takes my dick and slaps it against her tongue as well as her cheeks, rubbing it along her lips before taking it back in her mouth and continuing to give me head. 

"Fuck Christen, please keep going I'm gonna cum buckets." I moaned, gripping her ponytail a bit tighter. 

She listens to my request as she gargled my length in her mouth letting it hit the back of her throat. Sliding all the way down her throat like she was swallowing me whole. 

Throat pie: 

I didn't have time to warn Christen as I explode inside her mouth, filling her mouth up with my seed causing her to gag from the sudden liquid oozing into her kit and traveling down her throat. 

"Fuck, swallow my cum like a good girl." I moan, pressing her head further down on my cock making her swallow my cum. 

She swallows every drop, not leaving any behind. "Hehe you let it all out, didn't you baby." Christen giggles as she wiped her mouth clean. 

I was going crazy, my legs shaking the dark look Christen was giving me as she stayed on her knees looking at my cock swallowing the last bit of cum in her mouth. Without saying a word, she took my cock back in her mouth and started to give me another blowjob. 

"Uuuhhh Fuck, Chris fuck." I moaned quietly as Christen began to suck my cock once again. 

The cheeky look Christen gave me as she got faster made my eyes roll to the back of my head. Her spit dripped down my balls as she continued to gag on my cock, my cock sliding down her throat as she deepthroated me, her hand snaking up my leg to play with my balls, covered In her Silva. 

"C-Christen, I'm... I'm close." I moan, my hand finding the back of her head once again. 

Christen listened to my words as she began to deep throat me faster. My precum leaked down her throat letting her know I was about to explode. 

Throat pie #2: 

"Fuuuuck." I moaned as my eyes slammed shut. My cum shooting out into Christen’s mouth once again making her gag as her mouth got filled up with my seed. 

"Such a good girl for me." I moaned as I guided her head up and down on my length for the final time. 

Christen wiped her mouth for the second time before getting up from her knees. Leaning in and planting a kiss onto my lips, the biggest smile on her face.

Mal giggles and goes next. I smile and rub her lips with my thumb. “Suck my cock Mal. Get my cock ready for Chris’s pussy.” 

"Yes daddy." Mal says. 

I bite my lip, Mal locks eyes with me and takes my cock in her mouth. I moan, my hand finds the back of her head. 

"Fuck Mal your mouth is so nice." I moan, leaning my head back as Mal continues to suck my cock. 

She places her hands on my thighs as she continues to give me head.

 "Fuck Mal  fuck, keep going ugh."I moaned as my grip in her hair tightened as she bobs her head faster. Her Silva going all over her lips dripping down her chin. She continued to feel my throat, I moaned loudly in pleasure as I took her left boob in my hand and squeezed it lightly as I felt my balls tighten. 

*Throat pie 3*

"Ooh fuck, Mal fuck." I moaned. I didn't have time to warn her Mal as I held down her head on my cock as I exploded in her mouth and down her throat. 

Mal choking and gagging on my cum. "Fuck Mal." I moaned. 

Mal lifts her head and swallows my load. I smirk as Mal wipes the leftover spot and cum off her face. I smirk and gently grab her throat, Mal moans as I do this to her. 

"Did I say you could stop?" I say. 

Mal blushes darkly, she wastes no time and takes my cock back in her mouth. I giggle and moan and run my fingers through her hair. 

I grab my phone and start recording a video. Mal looks up at the camera, she hums against my dick and bobs her head a bit faster. I moan as she plays with my balls and swirls her tongue around my tip. 

"Fuck girls. Mal is a pro at sucking dick." I moaned as I continued to record Mal giving me head. 

Mal grips my thighs and bobs her head faster and faster as she continues to play with my balls and sucks the soul out of my cock. 

"I'm going to cum buckets if you keep doing that." I moan loudly in pleasure. 

I gripped the sheets with one hand as she was making me closer to cumming. My balls tighten as my cock hits the back of her throat. 

"Fuck Mal I...." 

*Throat pie 4*

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Mal chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth. Mal takes my cock out of her mouth. She places my tip on her lips and strokes my cock helping me ride out my high collecting the last of my cum in her mouth. 

Mal smiles and shows the camera a mouth full of cum. Some of my cum drips down her chin, I smile and rub her chin. 

"Swallow my load Mal." I say. 

Mal smiles and swallows my load. "Mmm fuck." I moan as I watch her swallow my load. 

Mal cutely smiles and wipes the rest of my cum off her face. She giggles and blows a kiss at the camera. I giggle and send the girl we just played truth or dare with the video. 

I smile and rub Mal’s chin with my thumb. “Good girl.” I moan and watch as Chris and Mal make out and swap my left over cum from each other's mouths. 

Mal and Chris break the kiss. Chris smiles and looks at me. “Sit on the bed baby.” Christen says. 

I smirk, I sit on the bed. I sit on my legs and put my legs together under my ass sitting on them.  Chris joins me on the bed, she sits on my lap and guides my length inside her. 

We both moan as she takes my length deep inside her. Chris moans and leans her head back on my shoulder. I moan, I grab her tit with one hand and firmly place my hand on her hip. 

Chris cutely giggles and moans as I kiss and lick her neck. Chris moans and takes a moment to adjust to my size. 

Chris giggles. “This pussy feel good clenched around you baby?” 

I moan and nod. “Mm so tight and warm.” 

Chris moans and slowly moves back and forth on my cock. I moan and kiss her neck leaving hickys and roughly massage her tits. I moan as Chris slowly slides back and forth on my cock. 

I squeeze her hip a bit tighter and smash my lips against hers. Chris breaks the kiss and rests her head Against mine. Chris moans loudly in pleasure and moves back and forth on my cock faster. 

I moan as the urge to cum gets stronger. “Ugh f-fuck.” I moan in pleasure. 

It’s only been 10 minutes and I’m already about to bust. Chris moans and leans her head back and moves back and forth on my cock even  faster. I moan, I reach down and rub her clit. 

Chris gasps and moans as I do this. “Mm fuck…fuck.” Chris moans. As she continues to move back and forth on my cock. 

I moan in pleasure, Chris breathing gets heavier letting me know she was close to cumming. 

“Mm… someone close?” Chris moans. 

I moan and grip her hip. “Mm fuck, I’m really close.” 

Chris giggles and moans. “I can feel your balls about to explode.” Chris moans. “You’re throbbing so much in there.” Chris moans. 

I moan,  Chris moans and cums.

*creampie 1*

I moan loudly in pleasure, I can’t take it anymore and let go. Cum shoots out of my cock and fills up her entrance filling her up to the brim. 

“You’re filling me up.” She moans. “So warm inside me.” Chris moans. 

We both moan as Chris slowly moves back and forth on my cock helping us ride out our highs collecting the last of my load in her pussy. 

We both moan as my cum leaks and oozes out of her and onto the sheets as she continues to move back and forth on my cock slowly. 

“That’s it, give it all to me.” Chris moans. 

I moan as the last of my cum unloads in her pussy. Chris moans, she smiles and kisses me deeply. I smile against her lips and kiss back. We both moan as Chris slowly gets up. 

My cock falls limp, cum immediately oozes out of her and oozes onto the sheets. I giggle as Chris moans and rubs her clit admiring the sticky mess I left behind in her pussy. 

Chris and Mal swap, I smile I sit on the bed. Mal smiles and joins me on the bed, I stretch my legs out a bit. Mal smiles and sits on my lap. Mal  sits on my lap horizontally her tits touching mine. 

I wrap one arm around her and wrap my other arm under her thighs. We both moan as I pull her onto my cock.

I smile and kiss her as I slowly slide her up and down on my cock. We both moan in the kiss as I do this. 

Mal breaks the kiss and rests her head against mine. “Mm f-fuck you’re me put so good.” Mal moans. 

Mal giggles and bites her lip. “Mm I’m feeling a lot of throbbing in there.” Mal moans. 

“Mm fuck Mal, mm you feel so good.” I moan. 

“Mm you feel so good baby.” Mal moans. 

I moan and slide her up and down on my cock a bit faster. “Mm fuck, so wet and warm.” I moan in pleasure. “Ugh your pussy feels so good to clenched around me.” 

We both moan as her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. 

“Mm I’m gonna fill you up with so much cum.” I moan. 

“Yeah daddy?” Mal moans. 

“Mm Y-Yes.” I moan in pleasure as I move her up and down on my cock faster and faster. “Mm so fucking good.” I moan in pleasure. 

Mal moans and giggles. “You like my ass sliding up and down on your cock?” Mal asks moaning in pleasure. 

I moan and nod. “It feels really good.” I moan. 

“Mm yes give me your load.” Mal moans in pleasure. “Mm fuck Y/n baby I’m close.” Mal moans. “Ahh I’m squirting! I’m squaring.” Mal moans. 

I smile as I feel her body tremble and shake in my arms. she squirts all over my cock, thighs and all over the bed sheets. 

“Mmm….shit I’m gonna cum.” Mal moans. 

I moan and smile as Mal cums all over my cock. I moan as the urge to cum gets stronger. “Mm fuck I’m close.” I moan. 

“Mm I feel your precum oozing inside me.” Mal moans. “Mm fill up my pussy…. Plant your seed deep inside me.” Mal says seductively. 

“Oh my god!” Mal moans as I slide her up and down in my cock faster. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Mal Cries out in pleasure. 

I moan as I continue to stretch out her wet warm pussy. I moan as her skin slaps against mine. I moan and slide her up and down on my cock faster and faster. 

“Mm f-fuck your stretching out my pussy so good.” Mal cutely moans and shudders in pleasure. “Mmm fuck you’re so deep inside me.” Mal moans. 

I moan and slide her up and down in my cock faster and harder. “Fuck yes! Right there!” Mal moans in pleasure. 

“Mm f-fuck.” I cry out in pleasure. “So fucking good.” I moan and continue to slide her up and down on my cock.

“Mm fuck Mal baby…. Mm I’m gonna cum.” 

“Give me that cum.” Mal moans. 

I moan as my balls tighten. Mal moans and cums all over my cock. 

*Creampie 2* 

I can’t take it anymore. Cum shoots out of my cock and fills up Mal’s entrance filling her up to the brim. 

“O-Oh my G-God.” Mal moans as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her. 

Mal moans as I slowly slide her up and down on my cock as I unload my seed inside her. 

“Mm fuck yes give me your cum.” Mal moans. “Plant your thick load inside me.” 

We both moan as I slowly slide her up and down on my cock helping us ride out our highs. The last of my cum oozing inside her pussy. We both moan as I lift her up and slowly pull out of her. 

My cock falls limp. Cum immediately oozes and drips out of her pussy and drips onto my thighs, cock and onto the sheets. Mal giggles and kisses me, I smile against her lips and kiss back.  

“Mm fuck babe you filled me up with so much cum.” Mal moans as our mixed cum continues to drip and ooze out of her. 

I giggle, I wrap my arms around her and hold her close to me. We catch our breaths and continue I go to sit up but giggle as Chris pushes me back onto the bed. 

Chris giggles and pushes me back onto the bed. I giggle and squeal as she does this. Chris joins me on the bed and straddles me. 

Chris straddles me she lines my dick up with her pussy. Chris puts my tip in her and slowly sinks down on my dick taking my length deep inside her. 

We both moan as I'm deep inside her pussy. Chris grabs my boobs and takes a moment to adjust to my size. 

"Fuck I thought you were big in my mouth. I feel so full with you deep inside me." Chris moans. 

Me and Chris both moan as she slowly slides up and down on my dick.

"Mmm fuck, so wet and tight." I moan in pleasure. Chris slides up and down on my dick faster and faster. 

"Mmm fuck daddy you're really deep in there." Chris moans. Her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. I moan and spank her ass. Chris moans and goes faster and harder.

"F-Fuck." I moan in pleasure. 

Chris moans and massages my boobs as she keeps riding my dick going harder. "Gah fuck, it feels so good." Chris moans.

"Mmm you Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask. 

Chris moans and grips the top of the head board. As she goes faster and faster. "Fuck daddy, I love it. I love you stretching me out." Chris moans. 

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting close to cumming. "Gah Chris, slow down a bit. I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure. 

Chris cutely giggles and moans.

"That's the point baby. I'm gonna drain your balls and collect every drop of your cum." Chris says. 

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. I moan and watch Chris as she continues to ride me. 

"You close baby? You gonna bust your load deep inside my pussy?" Chris asks seductively. 

"Mmm I'm gonna pump you full of cum." I moan in Pleasure.

Chris grips the head board tightly and rides my dick faster and harder. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Chris baby, I'm gonna cum." Loudly in pleasure. 

*Creampie 3*

I moan in pleasure. I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Chris moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I continue to shoot ropes of cum inside her and paint her walls white. We both moan as I continue to pump her full of cum. 

Chris gasps and moans as I continue to cum inside her. "Mmm fuck there's so much." Chris moans. 

I help Chris ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs Chris closely climbs off my dick. Thick cum ooze and pours out of her and drips down her thighs and drips onto my lap, my dick and onto the bed and sheets. 

"Mmm fuck." Chris moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her. I smile and kiss Chris. Chris moans in the kiss as my cum continues to ooze and drip out of her. 

Mal and Chris swap. I lay on the bed, Mal joins me on the bed I lay her on top of me her back to me tits. 

I spread her legs with mine. I smirk as she's now in reverse cowgirl. 

Mal moans and shudders as I rub her clit with my dick. "Mmm fuck." She moans. I smirk as her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I do this. 

"Put it in. Put it in daddy." Mal cutely begs. 

"Mmm yeah slut? You want daddy's dick inside you?" I ask, teasing her.

"Mmm fuck please daddy, Ive been such a good girl. I'm such a slut for your dick and cum. Please, I want more." Mal says. 

I smirk and grant her wish. I slide my dick inside her, Mal moans as she takes my 11 inches  deep inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me. 

Mal moans and leans back against me as my dick is back inside her cum filled pussy. I place my hands on her hips, I spread her legs a bit more with mine and slowly thrust up into her pussy. 

"Mmm fuck, right there. Ugh just like that." Mal moans. 

I moan in pleasure and thrust up into her faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room, fuck her pussy felt so good. She had an amazing grip, her pussy felt like heaven. Mmm so Wet and warm. 

"Fuck baby you're so tight and warm." I moan. 

I thrust up into her faster and harder. Mal screams in pleasure and grips the sheets, I make her look at me and make out with her. We both moan in the kiss as I continue to bottom out in her pussy. 

We break the kiss, we rest our heads against each other's. "Feels so good, you're not pulling out babe, you're not pulling out until you cum in me." Mal moans. 

I smirk. "Yeah slut? You want more, such a naughty girl." 

We both moan as I thrust up into her pussy faster and harder. "Fuck, I'm gonna squirt!" Mal screams in pleasure.

I smirk, I slap and tease her clit. Mal moans and shudders as I do this, Mal moans loudly in pleasure and squirts.

I smirk as I feel some of her juices go on my thigh. She squirts on the blankets and sheets. 

We both moan, I continue to thrust up into her faster and harder. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"M-Mal baby I'm close." I moan. 

"Me too. Don't stop, don't stop." Mal moans. 

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I rub her clit with my thumb at a fast pace.

My breathing gets heavier letting Mal know that I was close to cumming. 

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Mal moans. 

I moan loudly In pleasure as I feel that all too familiar feeling in my balls. 

*Creampie 4*

I can't take it anymore, I thrust up into her and bust my load deep inside her. Mal moans and cums all over my dick.

We both moan as cum oozes and spurts inside her painting her walls white. 

I slowly thrust up into Mal. I helped Mal ride out her high. I slowly thrust up into her as the last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her. 

I moan and slowly pull out of her, my dick falls limp. Cum immediately pours out of her. Cum coats her folds and drips onto the blankets and sheets. 

I smile and kiss her. Mal smiles against my lips and kisses back. I smile and kiss her again. 

“Mm I’ve been needing this release all night.” I say. 

Chris and Mal giggle. “Us too.” 

Chris smiles and pushes me back onto the bed. Chris straddles me. We both moan as Chris guides my length inside her. 

I moan and place my hands on her ass. Chris smiled and kissed me, we both moaned in the kiss as Chris slowly twerked on my dick. 

Chris breaks the kiss, she rests her head gassing mine. She moans from the friction and twerks a bit faster. 

"Ugh f-fuck." I moan in pleasure. 

Chris moans and continues to twerk on my dick. I moan and spank and squeeze her ass. Chris giggles and moans as I do this, Chris moans and continues to twerk on my dick. 

I bit my lip, I could feel how wet she was as her pussy swallowed me up perfectly. We both moan Chris goes a bit faster. 

"F-Fuck Chris." I moan and lay my head on the pillow behind me. 

Chris and the girls giggle at my comment. "Mm fuck feels so good." Chris moans. 

I smile and bite my lip as I feel her juices on my dick. Fuck the urge to cum was getting stronger and it's only been 10 minutes. 

Chris giggles and moans as she feels my cock throbbing and my precum leak inside her and drips down her folds. 

Chris smiles. "Someone close?" She teases. 

I moan in pleasure. "Ugh I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fill you up Chris." I moan and squeeze her ass. 

Chris giggles and moans. Chris moans in pleasure and twerks on my dick going faster and faster than before.

We both moan in pleasure Chris moans and cums. 

*Creampie 5* 

I moan and let go. Cum shoots out of my cock and fills up Chris’s entrance filling her up to the brim. Chris gasps and moans as I paint her walls white.

Chris moans and slowly twerks on my dick collecting the last of my cum inside her pussy. 

I bite my lip as some of my cum oozes out of her and drips down my cock. Chris moans and slowly slides off my cock. Chris moans as my cum immediately oozes out of her.

Cum drips down her folds and thighs and drips onto my abs, thighs, cock and all over the sheets. I giggle and spank her ass. Chris giggles and moans as I spank her ass. 

Chris moans and lays in the bed panting and trying to catch her breath as my cum continues to ooze out of her. 

Mal giggles as she moves onto the bed and gets on all fours. Mal giggles and shakes her ass. “Come on daddy I need more of that cock.” 

I bite my lip, and check out her ass as she shakes it. I smirk, I get up and get behind her. I slap her ass, Mal moans and jumps as I slap her ass. 

"Fuck daddy I love when you spank me." Mal moans. 

She moans as I slap her ass again. I smirk and rub my dick through her cum filled pussy. 

"Such a good slut." I moan as I slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy. 

We both moan, I place my hand on her hip. I grab her hair with my other hand I wrap her hair around my hand.

I slowly thrust in and out of her as I pulled her hair. 

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Mal squeaks out with each thrust. 

"Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask, teasing her. 

Mal moans and nods. "Fuck yes, I love your dick deep inside me stretching me out." 

Mal moans and throws her ass back against me as I continue to fuck her cum filled pussy faster and faster as I pull her hair. I pull her close to me.

We both moan as this causes my dick to go a bit deeper inside her. Shit this is so good I'm balls deep inside her. 

"Shit I don't think I'll last long, babe.

Ugh, your grip is amazing." I moan loudly in pleasure. 

Mal giggles and moans throwing her ass against me sliding back and forth on my dick faster helping me out. 

"I guess I should help you out and make you cum deep inside me huh?" Mal moans. 

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. Fuck her pussy was tight and warm and felt like heaven. 

"Mmm I'm close." I moan. 

"Ugh shit....me too." Mal moans. 

I moan loudly, my balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan loudly in pleasure as her walls clench around my dick.

Mal throws her ass back against me as she slides back and forth on my dick faster and faster. Fuck shes really gonna make me cum. 

"Ahh Mal baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer. 

Mal moans and goes faster and harder. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. Mal screams in pleasure and squirts again.

Mal squirts all over my dick, and on the bed sheets. 

"Baby, I'm really close." I moan. 

I feel that all too familiar feeling in my balls as Mal goes faster and faster. 

*Creampie 6*

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Mal moans and cums all over my dick.

We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her painting her walls white. 

"Fuck I feel so full." Mal moans. 

I smirk, I help Mal ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs, I slowly pull out of her. Cum oozes out of her and glazes her folds and drips down her thighs and onto the bed. 

I slap her ass again. Mal moans as I slap her ass, I lean down and kiss her ass. Mal giggles and bites her lip as she looks back and watches me kiss her ass. 

“Mm fuck.” Mal giggles. “I bet you loved my ass from this angle.” 

I giggle and nod. “Yes I did. Your ass looked fucking amazing in this angle.” 

I smile and look at Chris. I smirk and pick her up. Chris giggles and squeals as I pick her up. 

I push the tip of my dick in her and slowly sinks down her down on my dick we both moan as she takes my length deep inside her tight pussy. 

"Mmm fuck. You're really deep in there." Chris moans.

I rest my head against hers and look deep into her eyes. "So wet and tight." I moan. "I'm gonna destroy your tight pussy slut." 

"Yeah daddy?" Chris moans. 

"Yeah slut. I'm gonna destroy your pussy and pump you full of cum. I'm gonna drain my balls in you." I moan as I slowly slide her up and down on my dick. 

"Mmm I'm your cum slut daddy." Chris moans. 

"Mmm you're my cum dumpster slut." I moan as I move her up and down on my dick faster and faster. 

"Mmm please daddy turn me into your cum dumpster.” Chris moans in pleasure as I move her up and down on my dick a bit harder and faster than before. 

"Mmm so fucking good. I don't think I can last much longer, baby. You have an amazing grip." I moan in pleasure. 

"Mmm fuck yes give me your load." Chris moans in pleasure. 

"Yeah your a slut for daddy's cum you want daddy's cum deep inside your tight pussy?" I ask seductively as I slide her up and down on my dick faster and faster than before. 

The only sounds in the room was the tv in the background and our moans and my balls slapping against her skin. 

"Mmmm fuck daddy I'm close. Ahhh I'm squirting I'm squirting." Chris moans I feel her shake and buckle against me as she squirts all over my dicks,thighs and all over the ground. 

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." I say seductively. 

*Christen’s pov* 

Holy fuck this felt amazing. Y/n was balls deep inside me. God I was so close to cumming and it's only been 10 minutes. 

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n nips my ear and whispers. Her words made me weak. She was so sexy when she was a Dom.

She's really deep in there. Mmmm she feels so fucking good balls deep inside me. 

I moaned in pleasure as my walls clenched around her, I was close to cumming. I couldn't take it anymore, I moaned and threw my head back. My eyes roll to the back of my head. 

I can't take it anymore and cum all over her dick. Some of my cum drips down her dick. 

Me cumming sends Y/n over the edge. Y/n busts her load deep inside me. I gasp and moan as she fills me up with her load. 

"Oh my g-god." I moan as she shoots thick ropes of sticky cum deep inside me. I sigh in pleasure as I feel her warm juices oozing inside me. 

Y/n Cutely moans in my ear and nips in my ear. Fuck shes still unloading her massive seed deep inside me.  

"Mmm fuck, give me all your cum." I moan and dig my nails in her back as she comes down from her high. Cum still oozing inside me. 

I moan. "Mmm use your dick and stuff your cum inside me no cum better drip out of my pussy." I sexily moan. 

*Y/n’s  pov*

*Creampie 7*

I feel Chris cum all over me, her cumming sends me over the edge. I unload my massive load deep inside her pussy. 

We both moan as I stuff her full with my seed. Chris moans and throws her head back her eyes roll to the back of her head as I fill her up with my cum. 

"Mmm fuck give me all your cum." Chris moans in pleasure. She digs her nails in my back as I continue to unload my massive seed deep in her pussy. 

I moan. Chris moans and looks me deep in the eyes. 

"Mmm use your dick and stuff your cum inside me no cum better drip out of my pussy." Chris sexily moans. 

I do as she requests I use my dick as a plug and stuff my cum deep inside her making sure no cum drips out. 

"Mmm such a cum slut." I moan. 

"Heheh you stuffed my pussy full of cum daddy.” Chris whispers and nips my ear. 

We both moan as I help slide her off my dick and set her down. I smile as Mal grabs my hand and leads me towards the bed.

Mal smirks and lays on the edge of the bed. I rub my dick through her folds. I slowly slide my dick inside her.

We both moan as her walls immediately clench around my dick. "Mmm tell me when to move baby." 

Mal nods, she takes a moment to adjust to my size. "Mmm fuck your so big." 

I smirk, I lean down and kiss her. Mal kisses back. 

"M-Move." Mal moans. 

I rest my head against Mal’s and look deep into her eyes as I slowly thrust in and out of her. 

*Mal’s pov* 

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me, I can feel her massive dick throbbing inside me. She really needed a release, I moan and rested my head against hers. 

I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me. Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy her cute moans as she thrust into me a bit faster than before. 

I moan, I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before. I moan loudly in pleasure. 

"Mmm fuck you're really deep in there." I moan in pleasure. 

"Yeah? You like that baby? Daddy balls deep inside you stretching out your walls?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room.

Fuck she was so sexy when she is a Dom. Her being a Dom made my legs weak and made me super wet. 

It was a major turn on. I moan in pleasure, my walls clench around her. It's only been 10 minutes and I was already about to cum. 

"Mmm, someone close?" Y/n asks seductively. 

"Mmm I'm close baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure. 

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers in my ear.

I moan and she kisses on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. 

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan. 

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over her thighs and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going. Y/n goes at an angle and starts to hit my G spot. 

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. I moan and wrap my legs around her waist and pull her closer to me and leg trap her so she can't pull out. 

"Mmm fuck so tight." Y/n cutely moans out in pleasure. 

I pull her down and wrap my arms and legs around her as she continues to thrust in and out of me faster and harder. I moan and kiss her, we both moan in the kiss. She breaks the kiss and places her face in the crook of my neck. 

Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moans and kisses my neck as she thrusts in and out of me harder and faster. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room. 

I feel her dick throbbing inside me, she was super hard and really needed a release.

I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets. 

"Y/n baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure. 

"Ugh me too baby." Y/n moans. 

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperately needed a release.

My legs shake in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot. I feel my walls clench around her dick.

"Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure. 

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out. I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick y/n moans in pleasure as she goes as fast and as hard as she can go. 

Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming.

"Yes, yes cum in me, I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." I moan in pleasure. 

I was as I saw pleasure on her face. Her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me. 

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure. 

I giggle. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." 

*Y/n's pov* 

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I was close to cumming. 

"Yes, yes cum in me. I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." Mal moans in pleasure. 

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure. 

Mal giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Mal moans loudly in pleasure. 

*Creampie 8* 

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside Mal. Mal moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

"Mmm fuck." Mal moans.

I rest my head against hers as I continue to slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum.

I help Mal ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

I moan and kiss Mal deeply. Mal smiles against my lips and kisses back.

Chris giggles and kisses me deeply. I smile against her lips and kiss back. 

“Mm fuck you girls emptied my balls.” I moan. 

They giggle and kiss me. “Mm hehe it was worth it though. We were long over for a release.” 

I smile and kiss them again. “Mm yes it was.” 

We shower together and lay in bed and end up falling asleep with my cock warming Christen and Mal’s front against my ass. Tomorrow I get to fuck Tobin and Christen. 

[ouiouibaguettt]

WOSO masterlist pt1

you can ask a request for those player or the player who are on the three other part of the masterlist

masterlist part 2 - masterlist part 3 - masterlist part 4

danielle van de donk (lyon - netherland)

against the world right? - one shot

ingrid engen (fc barcelona - norway)

not so secret now? - one shot

leah williamson (arsenal - england)

bluey and red - one shot

Rivals in the Paddock - one shot

jana fernandez (fc barcelona - spain)

love beneath the shirt - pt.2

deja vu - one shot

under the lights - one shot

aitana bonmati (fc barcelona - spain)

bienvenido de nuevo - one shot

rival heat - one shot

ellie carpenter (lyon - australia)

yellow - one shot

laura freigang (frankfurt - germany)

sydney lohmann (bayern - germany)

grace clinton (man. united - england)

alessia russo (arsenal - england)

Amore e Pasta - one shot

(i take request if you guys want)

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The Second Our Eyes Met (I Knew I Wanted You) (Christen Press x Reader)

When Christen Press caught your eyes across the party, she felt an immediate spark, what she didn't expect was to be pinned between you and the bathroom door soon after, her lips slamming against yours.

Anonymous Request: G!P reader x christen press, they hook up in the bathroom at a party, reader has christen stare at herself in the mirror.

Anonymous Request: How about a ‘you can’t get enough of me huh? ;) ’ prompt for the g!p smut you were talking about?

Disclaimer: First of all, this fic is 100% NSFW, so if that isn't your thing, I'd DEFINITELY skip this one considering it's basically porn without plot. Also, this a g!p reader fic, so also avoid if that isn't your thing. Other than that, please enjoy and let me know what you think.

Her eyes had been on you all night, green orbs boring into you from across the room.  

Typically, you would have approached her without a second thought, but something about her made her seem unapproachable.  

Maybe it was the women around her?  

Maybe it was the fact that this event was meant to be formal, and making a pass at a random woman would most likely be frowned upon by the others around you? 

However, the more you caught her gaze, the more you found yourself not caring.  

You eye her intently, drinking her in your eyes raking down her body, from her green orbs, down her chest, to her muscular calves, until you eventually settle on her high heels.  

You didn’t know who she was, you didn’t care in all honesty.  

You wanted her, and you wanted her bad, the thought of her fluttering around you as you were buried deep inside her made the appendage between your legs begin to stir. 

You clear your throat, downing the last of your glass of whiskey before heading to the open bar, intent on getting another, knowing full well that this was going to be a long night. 

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Christen Press didn’t know your name, she knew nothing about you, but she wanted you, wanted you beyond belief, something she’d never experienced with anyone.  

Anytime she’d glance your way, she’d find your eyes already on her, the thought of you staring at her making her core flutter.  

She’d never felt outright lust for anyone, at all, but currently gazing across the room, she felt a strong desire to drag you into an adjacent room and have her way with you, eager to ride the appendage between your legs, something revealed by the noticeable bulge in your pants.  

Your throat visibly bobs as you catch her looking at said bulge, shifting to hide it from view, but now that she’d noticed it, she couldn’t help but stare.  

The more she stared, the more you wanted her, the more you wanted to drag her into a secluded room and use the very thing she’d been staring at most of the night.  

You sip your whiskey, your throat bobbing as you reluctantly turn away from the woman, brainstorming on how you might get her alone, hoping that the looks she’d been giving you all night meant she wanted you just as much as you wanted her.  

You move to your feet, leaving your empty tumbler behind before you make your way towards where you know the restroom is located, hopeful that she won’t be far behind.

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Christen watches as you make your way out of the room, eager to follow behind you, but she knew she had to make an excuse so her teammates wouldn’t come looking for her.  

“Can you hold this?” She whispers to Alex Morgan who takes her drink, one of her perfect brows arched in question.  

“Restroom.” Christen says simply before making her way out of the room, confident she’d be able to track you down and act on the desire she was feeling, a thrum of excitement pulsing between her legs.  

It doesn’t take her long to find the restroom, and when she does, she sees you leaning against the bathroom counter, your eyes darting to her reflection in the full-length mirror covering one of the bathroom’s walls.  

“That didn’t take long.” You say suggestively, her breath hitching as you back her up against the ornate door behind her, twisting the lock to avoid any unwanted interruptions.  

With no prompting, she grabs the front of your suit jacket and pulls you in, her lips slamming against yours.  

You pick her up with ease, carrying her to the sink before placing her on the counter, your tongue sliding into her open mouth, earning a breathy moan from the woman whose name you didn’t even know.  

Your hands run down her body before settling on her waist, squeezing her sides as the two of you kiss feverishly.  

A beat passes before your jacket is shoved off and your dress shirt is unbuttoned, falling to the bathroom floor, leaving you in nothing but your bra.  

Her lips leave yours before finding your pulse point, her tongue running up the column of your neck before sucking a bruise into your tanned skin.  

You wrap your fingers around the top of her dress, the brunette pulling back slightly to whisper.  

“Careful.” She says as she pants heavily, a smirk stretching across your face.  

“Can’t have your friends knowing you came in here to fuck a complete stranger?” You grin cockily, the woman gasping when your hand slides up the hem of her dress, your palm resting on her mound, her panties already soaked through.  

In any other situation, she’d be embarrassed at how wet she was, but in this moment, all embarrassment flew out the window, she wanted one thing, and that was to orgasm, an orgasm she wanted you to give her.  

“God, you’re soaked for me, aren’t you?” You rasp in her ear, the brunette unable to bite back a moan when you grab her panties, tearing them from her body, the shredded garment falling to the floor.  

“Now that, that’s out of the way.” You growl before your fingers slide through her wet lips, the woman moaning when your fingertips brush her clit.  

“Right there?” You ask, her lips leaving your neck as you draw small, lazy circles against her clit. 

“Faster.” She begs, and you chuckle.  

“Like this?” You ask, the brunette using your shoulder to muffle her cry as you begin drawing rapid, relentless circles against her clit.  

“You like that?” You whisper, earning a rapid nod when you flatten your palm against her, your fingertips teasing her entrance.  

A sudden knock on the door makes you stiffen, your eyes widening as they lock with the woman’s who’s resting on the counter in front of you.  

“Christen? Are you in there?” A voice sounds from the other side, and you snigger, using one hand to drag her dress downwards to reveal her breasts.  

Christen muffles her cries into your shoulder as you cup her breast, your thumb brushing against erect nipple. 

“Ye-Yeah, I’m alright.” She pauses mid-sentence, gasping when your lips wrap around one of the dark buds.  

“J-J-Just...” She pauses, her face scrunching up as your hand travels south again, your fingers again finding her clit. 

Her mouth hangs wide open as you circle her clit before dipping a finger inside her, her inner walls fluttering around the digit.  

“Are you okay? Do you want me to come in?” The voice asks, the woman in your arms doing everything she can to remain quiet as you slip another finger inside her, your fingers curling as they brush against the spot inside her that makes her whimper.   

“No! I’m okay, I’ll-I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She gasps, her hands now resting on your back, her nails digging into your skin.  

“Okay, well if you need me, just call me, okay?” They say as your fingers slide in and out of her tight heat. 

“I will.”  

Moments later, footsteps carry the person away from the door, the woman in your arms growling as she hastily undoes your belt.  

“Eager?” You tease, Christen moaning as your fingers pound repeatedly into her.  

“I want your cock, not your fingers.” She growls, shoving your pants off, the article of clothing falling in a heap around your ankles before you step out of them and kick them across the bathroom floor.  

You groan, your fingers stilling when she palms you through your boxers, a raspy growl rumbling in your throat as your lips again meet hers, your tongue sliding into her open mouth.  

Her legs wrap around your middle as you pull her closer, her core resting against your stomach as you kiss hungrily. 

She gives her hips a roll, groaning as her clit grinds against your abdomen, the woman wanting to be wrapped entirely around you, to have you deep inside her reaching places your fingers couldn’t.  

She makes her intentions known when she uses her heels to hook into your boxers and drag them down your body, your erection springing free.  

“You want my cock that bad, huh Christen?” You ask, your lips brushing as you whisper, your hand settling on the erect rod between your legs.  

You pump it softly, groaning into her mouth as you line yourself up with her entrance.  

“Are you ready?” You ask, running your tip through her soaked lips, her core latching onto you with each pass.  

Wordlessly, she wraps her legs back around you, pulling you into her, the action making your brows furrow in pleasure as you push yourself up on your tip toes, now fully sheathed inside her. 

“Yeahhh.” You moan as she adjusts to the stretch, her core fluttering around you.  

You give your hips an experimental thrust upwards, Christen’s breath hitching her nails digging into your back as you start a rhythm.  

Your thighs slap together softly, but neither of you care, the two of you overcome with pleasure.  

“Faster.” She sighs, your hips snapping upward roughly, causing her to bite your neck to stop herself from crying out.  

You pound into her relentlessly, her mouth hanging wide open, her brows furrowed.  

She lets out a gasp when you lift her into the air and place her against a nearby wall, her legs wrapped tightly around you as you again start thrusting into her, burying yourself deep inside her.  

“Look at yourself, Christen.” You whisper in her ear, your tongue running along the shell of her ear.  

Christen’s unable to stop herself from moaning when her eyes lock with her own in the mirror, the woman watching as you thrust rapidly into her, bringing her a sense of pleasure she never felt before. 

The thrill of being caught only heightened that pleasure, the fact that a few rooms away was filled with people who could catch the two of you at any moment.  

“Look how bad you want me; you can’t get enough of me can you? You can’t get enough of my cock, can you?” You ask, pounding into her, her breath catching in her throat.  

It’s when her breath starts to hitch rapidly that you know she's close, the tingling at the base of your cock telling you that you won’t be far behind.  

“You want to come baby?” You ask, Christen nodding as she begins slamming down onto your roughly, chasing her release which you know isn’t far off.  

Her walls flutter rapidly around you, before she goes stiff in your hold.  

She slams her lips against yours, allowing you to swallow her cries as she comes undone, trembling violently in your arms. 

You groan into her open mouth, still thrusting hard as your thighs begin to quake, streams of your seed spewing into her as you shudder, burying your face in her neck as you groan.  

It isn’t long before the two of you still, both covered in a thin sheen of sweat, both panting loudly as you pull away from one another, before surging back in for one more heated kiss.  

You pull back slowly, placing her on the floor, letting her steady herself before you step backwards and retrieve your boxers, pulling them up over your near flaccid cock.  

Christen pulls her dress upward, covering her breasts before flattening it out, ridding it of any creases, of any signs that something may have happened in the restroom.  

She glances across the bathroom, watching as you button your dress shirt before tugging your jacket on. 

Much to her surprise, you make your way back towards her, guiding her back into the wall before your hand slides up the hem of her dress, Christen gasping when you start drawing wild, sloppy circles against her clit.  

It isn’t long before her back is arching, and she’s coming for a second time, a lengthy whine sounding into your shoulder.  

You smirk, teasingly circling her clit before she grabs your wrist, unable to take more of your teasing caresses.  

You lick your lips, your eyes running down her front before the smirk you're wearing splits into a cocky grin.

“Sorry, i just had to see that face again." You smile, eyeing her intently before you take a step back.

"See you around Chris.” You wink, adjusting your outfit before making your way out of the bathroom, still wearing that same smug smile.  

Christen pants heavily against the bathroom wall, her pleasure entirely sated.  

She makes herself look more presentable before making her way out of the bathroom, her teammates turning her way in confusion.  

“Are you okay?” Alex asks, sipping her wine as she eyes her fellow forward worriedly.  

“Ye-Yeah.” Christen clears her throat, her green orbs darting around the room before settling on you, a tumbler of whiskey in your hand, which you raise to her before downing it with a grin.  

“I’m great actually.” She smirks, taking her wine glass from Alex’s hand and taking a sip, her green orbs locking with your Y/E/C’s as she licks her lips.  

You shoot her a wink, unbeknownst to the women around her before turning back to your tumbler of whiskey, sipping the amber colored liquid, elated that you’d came to this party in the first place.  

[mymindcreatedthis]

Fill me up (18+)

Christen press x reader

Word count: 2,853

Summary: Chris and Reader finish a game against England. After the game coach informs them that they have a Nike photo shoot. Durning the photo shoot there is a lot of sexual tension.

Warning: Smut, Dirty talk, Flirting, Teasing, Unprotected sex, multiple creampies, blow job, throat pie, Tit job, cum shot, R doming Christen, Christen receiving, Rough sex, Spanking, Bsck scratching, Positions: Standing up, Doggy, Missionary.

*Y/n's pov*

We are playing England right now. I get ahold of the ball and sprint up field. Beth Mead and Lucy Bronze hot on my tail. Leah Williamson and Kiera Walsh charging at me from the front.

I nut Meg both of them, I get to the net and smash my foot into the ball. The ball flies past the goalie and into the back of the net.

After 90 minutes the ref blows the final whistle ending the game. The final score was 3-2. Me and Chris and the team go into the locker rooms.

Me and Chris get into the locker room and coach pulls us off to the side.

"You two shower and get dressed. You guys have a photo shoot for the new Nike gear in an hour." She says.

Me and her both nod. We hit the showers and get ready. We grab our things and drive the mini van we rented to the Nike store.

Me and Chris change into our first outfit for the photo shoot. Chris was taking pictures in their new sports bra and underwear. I bite my lip and check out the view in front of me.

I bite my lip as I check out her amazing 6 pack. The panties were showing her pussy folds and were making her ass pop. Her bra was showing amazing clevelage and I couldn't look away.

Chris smirks, she knows shes teasing me and continues to tease me. Chris finishes her first photo shoot in her first outfit and walks past Me. I giggle and slap her ass as she walks past me.

Chris jumps and squeals in shock and blushes darkly. I was wearing their new sports bra and their new boxers. Chris bites her lip as she checks me out.

She fucks me with her eyes and looks down at my crotch. She blushes darkly as she checks out my bulge.

I look down at my crotch and smirk when I notice she's looking at my bulge. We do the photo shoot for an hour and then get changed back in our normal clothes and leave and go back to the hotel.

"Chris are you sure?" I question once we come up from air after kissing in the elevator.

I did not see today ending like this.

By the end of the shoot you could feel the sexual tension in the room.

After the shoot me and Chris got dinner and continued to tease each other. Once we finished eating we came to the hotel, Chris and I got into the Elevator and the moment the door to the elevator closed both of us leaned in and started kissing.

"I'm sure." Chris says.

"Jump." I request and tap her thighs.

Chris jumps and wraps her legs around my waist then her mouth attacks my neck. The elevator opens and I carry her down the hallway to my room. I fish the key out of my pocket, I unlock the door and open it.

We go into my room I close the door behind us and lock it. I set Chris down, me and her make out and quickly undress each other and toss our clothing onto the floor around the bed.

Chris pushes me onto the bed. She strokes my dick. Once I'm hard she takes my dick in her mouth.

"Fuck." I moan and throw my back.

Chris goes to town on my dick making me a moaning mess.

I moan and hold Chris’s hair up in a pony tail as she continues to give me head. She hums against my dick and bobs her head faster.

"Chris…Chris…Chris I'm." I moan but get get cut off by Chris humming on my dick.

Throat pie:

I bust my load in Chris’s mouth as she hums on my dick and makes me cum. Chris milks me dry, she removes my dick from her mouth and swallows my cum.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

I pull Chris onto the bed and flip us over and move her below me. I pin her to the bed. I kiss and suck on her neck leaving hickys. I kiss from her neck, and kiss down to her chest and boobs.

I kiss and suck on her boobs leaving hickys. Chris moans and runs her fingers through my hair.

I kiss from her boobs down to her stomach, i kiss and suck on her abs leaving hickys. Chris moans as I leave hickys on her abs.

I smirk and lick her abs and then move down I kiss and suck on her inner thighs and tease her.

"Ahh Y/n don't tease." Chris moans.

I lick her soaking folds. Chris moans. She runs her fingers through my hair as I lick her pussy. I slip in a finger and slowly finger her as I eat her out.

"Ahh fuck." Chris moans.

I continue to eat her out as I finger her faster and faster. Chris moans, I can feel her getting close to cumming as her walls clench around my dick and tongue.

"Mmm fuck fuck I'm close Daddy." Chris moans.

I stick my tongue deep in her pussy and lick her g spot. Chris’s body shakes as she orgasms and cums and squirts like crazy.

I pin her to the bed and hold her down as her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she cums and squirts. I roll my tongue on her clit sending her over the edge again and making her cum a second time.

I lick up her sticky mess. I come back up and kiss her deeply.

I hover over her, my boner poking her inner thigh. "You should know. I don't have a condom." I say.

"I don't care." Chris says. "Just fuck me Y/n."

"Oh you want me to fuck you?" I ask innocently as I rub my dick through her folds.

"If you don't my fingers will." Chris says so I guide my dick in her pussy. "Oh my fuck."

"Tell me when." I say.

"Okay I thought you were big in my mouth, but you feel even bigger inside me. Fuck you're really deep in there." Chris moans. She pulls me down and softly kisses me. "Move Y/n."

Chris pulls me back down and kisses me. I moan as I slowly start pumping in and out of her pussy.

"Damn Chris.” I moan and look deep into the brunettes eyes.

"What?" Chris asks and moans in pleasure as I speed up and pump into her pussy faster and faster.

"You feel so good wrapped around me." I moan.

"Harder Y/n." Chris moans.

I immediately speed up my thrusts until I bottom out in Chris’s pussy. The brunette then grabs my face and smashes her lips against mine.

The only sounds in the room were my balls slapping against Chris skin. When Chris and I pull up for air I put my head in Chris’s neck, then start licking, kissing and sucking all over her neck.

"Your pussy feels so good baby girl." I moan.

"I'm so close Y/n." Chris moans.

"Chris" I question as I continue to bottom out in the burnettes pussy.

"What?" Chris asks.

"Where do you want me to cum?" I ask.

"I'm on the pill." Chris moans. "Don't fucking stop."

"Are you sure?" I question and look at Her.

"Yes Y/n." Chris says and shakes her head. "Just don't stop fucking me."

I nod and put my head in her neck as I fuck the day lights out of her pussy.

"You need to cum Beautiful?" I whisper in Chris’s ear.

"So Bad Y/n." Chris whispers as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Cum for me baby girl." I whisper and nip her ear.

Chris turns her head to the side and captures my lips with hers as I continue bottoming out in her pussy. Then a minute later, as I'm exploring Chris’s mouth with my tongue. Chris moans into the kiss and I feel her juices on my dick and abs.

As Chris continues to orgasm I can't take it anymore.

Cream pie#1:

I can't take it anymore. I my load explodes deep inside her pussy painting her walls white. We moan as I continue to fill her up and flood her pussy with my thick sticky cum. my cum oozes deep inside her pussy. Once we both ride out our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Chris flips over and gets on her hands and knees. I smirk and move behind her, I kiss from the top off her butt up to the back of her neck.

"You wanna keep going baby girl?" I whisper and nip her ear. My hands travel to her boobs.

"Please Y/n." Chris moans as I squeeze her boobs. 

"Maybe after I cum inside your pretty little pussy two more times, I can slide my dick In between your beautiful boobs and fuck them until I bust my load all over them." I say and kiss behind Chris’s ear. "Would you like slut?" I ask.

"So much." Chris moans she then pushes her pussy back against my dick. "Please Y/n."

"How do you want it baby?" I ask.

"Hard Y/n." Chris whimpers as I twitch my dick against her pussy. "I want you to fuck me like you mean it."

"Then I'll do exactly that." I say, I squeeze her boobs one more time.

I kiss behind Chris’s ear one last time. I then lean up and guide my dick back inside Chris’s pussy. I let Chris get use to my size and once she nods I grip her hips and fuck the day lights out of her for a long time. 

"Feel good baby?" I ask as I watch my slide in and out of her pussy.

"So good Y/n." Chris moans as I dig my nails into her ass.

"Just like this?" I question than smack Chris’s ass.

"Harder Y/n." Chris moans.

"Like this?" I question and smack Chris’s ass harder.

"Just like that." Chris moans.

I smack the shit out of Chris’s ass. I then lean down my boobs are resting on her back. I move Chris’s hair to the side. I reach down and massage her boobs, once I have a grip on Chris I continue to bottom out in her pussy repeatedly.

"Y/n." Chris moans.

"Cum baby." I whisper and nip on her ear. "Cum for me."

"Y/N!" Chris moans as she orgasm. This pushes me over the edge.

Cream pie#2:

I moan and bust my load deep inside her pussy panting her walls white. We both moan as I continue to cum deep inside her flooding her tight pussy with my thick sticky cum.

I help Chris ride out her High and then pull out. After I lean back up Chris flips over and looks up at me.

"Wanna fuck be standing up?" She asks.

I smile and nod. I get off the bed, I grab Chris and pick her up, I guide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy.

I moan, Chris moans and takes a moment to adjust to my size.

"Tell me when." I say.

"Move." Chris moans.

I moan. I slide Chris up and down on my dick slowly. I moan, her walls felt so good around me. I definitely won't be able to last long.

"Fuck baby your pussy feels so good." I moan loudly In Pleasure.

Chris giggles and kisses me, I kiss back and moan in the kiss as I move her up and down on my dick faster. Chris moans against my lips.

I move her up and down on my dick faster and faster. My balls slap against her skin.

"Ahhh daddy I'm gonna squirt!" Chris shouts in pleasure. Chris squirts I feel her juices go all over my dick, my thighs and legs and all over the floor.

I kiss and suck on her boobs and chest leaving hickys as I continue to slide her up and down on my dick faster and faster.

Chris moans and digs her nails into my back and scratches my back as I move her up and down on my dick faster and harder. Our moans and the sound of my balls slapping against her skin echos throughout the room.

"Holy fuck. This feels so good daddy. Please give me your load." Chris moans begging for me to finish in her and drain my balls in her.

"Yeah slut? You want daddy's cum deep inside your slut pussy." I say.

"Mmm yess daddy. Drain your balls in me." Chris moans. Chris moans loudly in pleasure and squirts like crazy.

I smirk. "So sexy."

Chris shakes in pleasure as she squirts. Her juices go all over the ground, my dick, my legs and my thighs.

I moan. I could feel myself getting closer to cumming. I moan and move her up and down on my dick faster and harder.

My balls slap against her skin. Chris screams my name and digs her nails into my back scratching my back. Fuck her pussy has amazing grip.

"Ahhh I'm close." Chris moans.

"Cum baby. Look at me, I wanna watch you cum." I moan as I keep going. I adjust and start pounding her g spot fast and hard.

Chris’s eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to fuck the day lights out of her.

I smirk as I feel Chris cum all over my dick. "Mmm such a good girl." I moan.

"Mmmmm so good daddy." Chris moans.

I moan as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. I moan and continue to slide her up and down on my dick faster and harder.

Chris moans and digs her nails in my back. I moan and kiss and suck on her neck as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Ahh fuck I'm gonna cum baby." I moan.

"Mmm yes daddy give it to me. Give me your load." Chris moans.

Creampie #3:

I moan in pleasure her pussy was so good. I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her pussy. We both moan as I shoot my load deep inside her painting her walls white. Chris cums all over my dick. I help her ride out her high as thick ropes of sticky cum continue to shoot deep inside her.

We both come down from our highs. I slowly pull out of her. Thick cum oozes out of her pussy, cum glazes her folds and drips her thighs and legs and onto the floor.

"Were you serious?" Chris questions.

"About?" I ask.

"Fucking my tits." Chris replies.

"I'd love to feel them wrapped around my dick, but if you wanna do something else we can." I say. "It's up to you Chris.”

"Well while I catch my breath why don't you come see how my boobs feel wrapped around your Dick." Chris says.

"Are you sure?" I ask her making sure she was sure she wanted to do this.

"Come on Y/n." Chris says and grabs her boobs. "Fuck my tits."

"Well that may have been the hottest thing I've heard." I say as I straddle Chris’s Sternum.

Once I'm straddling Chris’s Sternum I stroke my dick until I'm hard then lay my dick in between her boobs. The brunette then grasps her tits and wraps them around my Dick then I start slowly sliding my dick in between Chris’s tits.

"Does that feel good Y/n?" Chris innocently questions.

"Fucking incredible." I say as I continue to fuck her tits.

As I keep fucking her tits Chris starts talking Dirty to me which is really hot. It also makes me cum a lot faster than I thought it would.

"Where do you want me to cum?" I question.

"Just cum on me." Chris says.

I nod and continue to fuck Chris’s tits. I moan loudly as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Mmm someone's close huh? Hehe you gonna bust your load all over me? You gonna shoot ropes of cum all over my tits and face?" Chris questions and talks seductively.

I moan loudly and bust my load all over her tits. Cum shoots on her tits and onto her face. "Ahhh fuck." I moan as I continue to shoot ropes of cum onto her tits and face.

"Mmm fuck you have amazing tits." I moan coming down from my high as the last of my cum oozes all over her tits.

"Thanks." Chris says. She unwraps her boobs from around my dick.

Chris scoops up all the cum she can and puts it into her mouth.

"Mmm you taste good." Chris says.

"T-Thanks." I stutter. Chris smiles and sits up. She pushes me back onto the bed and straddles my lap.

"So Y/n. Ready for me to ride you?" Chris asks.