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sonnett post game vs frazsiers
#emily sonnett#something about her with dark hair#my man#tried to do sonny closeups but p+ live is a bitch#gonna try to find a replay but otherwise might be a bunch of scraps
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son deciding whether or not to resign as a free agent to seattle or somewhere else
#emily sonnett#this is my sonnett to nyc agenda#which is not at all revolving around my living in nyc what are you taking about#genuinely tho I just want her to be wherever she feels valued and is not coached by p*rsons
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Y’all will most definitely be receiving a very quickly written fic about Kelley and Son coming home
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I will never understand how that man convinces teams to keep hiring him.
The Spirt getting rid of Sonny & Kelley, & then not making the playoffs, while both of them are on playoff teams, is mark parsons karma🫰🏻
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It's Gonne Be Me, You, and The Dance Floor (Kristie Mewis x Reader)
You never expect for Megan Rapinoe's retirment party to be as wild as it currently was, but here you were, surrounded by drunk current and former USWNT Players, with a healthy dose of WNBA and NWSL players sprinkled in. Unfortunately for you, a drunk Emily Sonnett decides to drag you onto the dance floor, despite that fact you weren't much of a dancer. Eventually, she's whisked away by Lindsey Horan, the woman knowing full well you weren't the dancing type. However, before you can making your escape from the dance floor, you turn, walking smack dab into Kristie Mewis.
Anonymous Request: Kristie Mewis/G!P Reader, finding a somewhat private place at a party to fuck.
“Hey.” You jump, pulled from your thoughts by a pat on the back from Emily Sonnett, the blonde grinning.
“Get out of your head, come on, have some fun!” She says as she motions to the party going on around you.
Retirement wasn’t something you’d expected to party about, but when Megan Rapinoe announced her retirement, the team knew they had to throw a party for the USWNT veteran.
You didn’t realize that party would mean renting out an entire club for the night, with a completely open bar and a DJ.
A number of retired players had flown out to join in on the festivities, as well as a number of Megan’s NWSL teammates from OL Reign.
Her wife, Sue Bird, and some of her Seattle Storm teammates also made an appearance, refusing to miss the retirement party of Sue’s significant other, who they all adored.
You sigh deeply, downing the entire glass of liquor in your hand, earning a pat on the back from Emily.
“Atta girl! Now get out there, let’s dance!” She yells, dragging you out on the dance floor.
You weren’t much of a dancer, but Emily had grabbed your arms anyway, swinging them around dramatically.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Lindsey making her way towards you, pulling Emily into a headlock.
“What are you doing...?” She asks and Emily grins.
“Having fun with Y/N!” Her grin widens, the Gotham FC player visibly drunk.
You chuckle, about to turn and make your way off the dance floor, that is until you run smack dab into Kristie Mewis.
You couldn’t lie, you’d honestly been in love with Kristie Mewis since the moment you laid eyes on her.
You knew deep down that you’d never have a chance with her, but a girl can dream, can’t she?
“Hey!” She beams, peering around you, snorting when she sees Emily wobbling as she attempts to dance with Lindsey.
“Someone’s drunk.” She giggles and you laugh, glancing over your shoulder at Emily who’s doing, what she thinks, is dancing.
You shake your head, turning back to Kristie, your eyes widening when you see the soft smile she’s sending you.
“What?” You ask, your cheeks flushing when she takes a step towards you, the two of you almost chest to chest.
“Do you want to dance?” She asks confidently, your eyes widening.
“U-U-Uh, s-sure, b-but I’m not the best dancer.” You cringe and Kristie hums, placing her hands on your shoulders.
"You’ll get the hang of it.” She winks and you swallow hard, giving her a less than confident nod.
She weaves through the crowd, pulling you to the middle of the dance floor.
“Come here.” She says, pulling you in, your fronts now together.
You knew you were blushing, the tips of your ears burning as she pulled you closer.
Unexpectedly, her hands run from your shoulders down to your chest, her thumbs caressing your collar bone, her blue orbs glassy, but not from the effects of alcohol.
“Kris?” You say, pulling the woman out of whatever trance she was in, her cheeks dusted pink.
“S-Sorry.” She stutters, glancing away bashfully before clearing her throat.
“If you aren’t comfortable, you don’t have to dance with me.” She smiles and you shake your head.
“I-I mean, I can try...?” You shrug, her smile splitting into a grin.
“Follow my lead?” She says, holding her hands out and you nod.
The music booms loudly as Kristie starts to sway, the woman nodding in encouragement when you follow her movements,
She takes a step closer, her body flush with your own, her nose nearly brushing yours.
Her fingers knit behind your neck as her hips move, her lower half brushing yours repeatedly.
You breathe one another’s air as your hips rock, her tongue slipping between the tight line formed by her lips as she grinds harder into you.
Her hands roam your body before settling on your waist, pulling you closer, your lower halves now flush.
“Shit.” You say, the curse indivertibly slipping past your lips.
You didn’t have time to be embarrassed, not when Kristie’s lips skirted along the underside of your jaw.
You’re unable to stop yourself from gasping when you feel her press a kiss to your pulse point, her tongue taking a swipe at your tan skin.
You’re not sure what possess you, but your hands leave her waist, and instead slip around her, settling on her jean short, covered ass.
She whimpers as you pull her impossibly closer, the two of you now grinding feverishly against one another, which goes unnoticed by the bodies dancing around you considering many are doing the same.
You realize far too late that you were getting hard, the protrusion in your pants growing hard with each roll of Kristie’s hips.
Kristie’s breath hitches, her body stilling when she realizes what exactly she’s grinding against.
Your cheeks were flushed a deep shade of red as you take a step back, the blonde now able to see the outline of your cock beneath your jeans.
“I-I-I'm sorry.” You stutter, preparing to bolt, but Kristie stops you, her fingers tangling in your belt loops as she pulls you back against her, your erection now pressed against her.
“Do you want to stop...?” She asks, rolling her hips again to gauge your reaction, the woman smirking when your eyes slam shut, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.
“I-I-I...” You fall silent, wrapping your arms around her as she grinds against your now rock-hard member.
“Tell me.” She purrs, unable to stop herself from gasping when you whimper in her ear.
“Do-Don’t stop.” You beg, the woman smirking against your neck.
Your hips rock, the woman pressed against you soaked beyond belief.
She’d wanted you for so long, asking you to dance had been spur of the moment, but now she couldn’t have been happier, the woman smiling against your neck as you moaned in her ear, the blonde rocking her hips against your member.
She moans against your neck, the sound making you growl.
“F-Fuck.” You stutter, giving Kristie’s sides a squeeze.
“I-If we don’t stop...” You sigh, your brows knitted in pleasure, the woman in your arms giggling against your neck.
“If we don’t stop, what?” She asks innocently, using her hips to rock harder against you.
You duck down, panting in the woman's ear as you attempt to gather your thoughts.
“I think you know what.” You say, whining when she winks, knitting her fingers behind your neck as she pulls you in, her nose brushing yours.
“Are you gonna come...?” She asks, and you nod rapidly, grunting as her hips swivel.
“Well...?” She says, your brows furrowing in confusion, that is until her hand slithers between your bodies, the woman palming the appendage between your legs.
She hugs you tight, keeping you upright as she strokes you rapidly, getting you off in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by your drunk teammates.
She places a hand behind your neck and pulls you in, your hot breath puffing against her ear, soft whimper and whines passing through your lips, the sounds making her even wetter than she already was.
“Why don’t you come for me?” She asks, watching your face contort in pleasure, your body stiffening before you groan against her neck, her hold on you tightening as you shudder, your pants filled with your release.
Kristie continues to stroke you, only stopping when you grab her wrist, unable to take any more.
You pant against her shoulder, the woman kissing the curve of your jaw over and over again.
“How was that...?” She asks, smirking when her blue orbs lock with your glassy Y/E/C orbs.
“Fucking great, even if I didn't expect it...” You say as you attempt to catch your breath, the blonde giggling.
You lick your lips, leaning in, your lips nearly touching.
“What I do know is I want to return the favor...” You rasp, the sound of your voice making her clit throb.
You nod your head off the dance floor, weaving through the dancing bodies until you break free of the crowd.
You scan the club, smirking when you spot a nearby bathroom door, the sign on its front signaling to the other patrons that it was out of order.
Kristie is unable to stop herself from laughing when you drag her inside, her back resting the closed door.
Your palms rest on either side of her head, the blonde grinning.
“Do you want this...?” You ask, worried she may push you away, even after what happened on the dance floor.
She cups your cheeks, pulling you in and slamming her lips against yours.
It doesn’t take long at all for the kisses to heat up, your tongue swiping against Kristie’s, the woman moaning into your mouth.
Your hands slide off the door, finding their way onto her chest, the woman whimpering when you knead her breasts.
“Y/N...” She moans, holding her arms up, a sign to you that she wanted the shirt hugging her upper half off.
You pull the shirt up over her head, and toss it on the floor, your Y/E/C orbs taking in the now visible flesh that had been hidden beneath her shirt.
Kristie tilts her head back, her lips parted in a silent gasp when you caress her breasts through her bra, her nipples visible through the material.
She whimpers when your lips leave hers, trailing down her neck until you reach her breasts, your lips wrapping around one of her erect nipples.
Her fingers tangle in your hair as you lavish her breasts with attention before turning to the opposite, playfully nipping at her pebbled nipple.
Your hands continue their descent, your fingers tangling in the belt loops of Kristie’s shorts, her eyes flashing open to reveal her blue orbs, darkened with arousal.
Slowly, you unzip the zipper of her shorts, giving them a tug, the blonde nodding immediately.
You kneel down, pulling her shorts, as well as her ruined panties down her legs, the woman kicking them off, the clothes joining those already on the floor.
You were painfully hard, but you wanted to give Kristie the attention she’d given you, you wanted to watch her come undone in your arms.
Kristie’s breath hitches as you sink to your knees in front of her, pressing tender kisses to her inner thighs.
She whimpers when you give her inner thigh a gentle nip, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you where she needs you the most.
At the first tentative lick to her core, she moans, leaning her head back roughly against the bathroom door.
Your tongue traces her slit before it’s making contact with her clit.
“Fuck.” She sighs as your tongue works between her legs, dipping into her entrance before running along her slit and flicking against her pulsing clit again.
Kristie whimpers and whines loudly, her thighs already starting to quake around your head.
You knew she was worked up, especially after what happened on the dance floor, you knew she was just as turned on as you were, which meant it wouldn’t take her long to orgasm.
In all honesty, you wish she wouldn’t come, which meant you’d never have to be anywhere else other than between her legs, her taste and smell intoxicating.
You wrap your lips around the tiny bundle of nerves, giving it a soft suckle, the woman crying out, her grip tightening on your hair.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She begs as you lick her wildly, the woman unable to keep her hips still.
Moments later she cries out, the sound thankfully covered by that of the booming music in the club.
Her essence coats your tongue as you lick her clean, the woman’s thighs twitching as you place a kiss to her clit before moving to your feet, your lips wet with her slick.
She pants heavily cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss, the kiss softer than before, but more intimate considering you had the taste of her on your lips.
Your tongues slowly meet, the two of you sighing deeply as you kiss lazily.
Kristie pulls back, her forehead resting against yours, her blue orbs raking down your front, smirking when she realizes you’re hard again.
Your brows knit when her hand slithers between you, her palm settling on the bulge in your pants, your front already damp from your earlier release.
“Maybe we should take care of that?” She says seductively, your eyes raking down her front, settling on her bare core.
“I know one way to take care of it.” You smirk, Kristie’s throat bobbing as you slowly reach for your jeans’ button.
Kristie catches your wrist, your eyes widening when she chooses to pop the button of your jeans and grab your zipper, tugging it downwards slowly.
In a blink, your pants are on the floor around your ankles, your boxers the only thing covering your lower half, the size of your member now visible.
“Fuck.” Kristie whispers, backing you up against the opposite wall, the woman pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it to the floor.
Her hands run from your shoulders down your chest, pausing to squeeze your breasts before her hands splay on your visible, muscular stomach.
“Damn.” She whispers, prodding your hard muscles.
She leans in, pressing her lips against yours, the kiss tender, distracting you from the fact that she was tugging down your boxers, that is until your erection springs free.
You glance down at your erection, your brows arching when you see Kristie gazing at it before running a fingertip along the underside of your cock.
You lean back heavily against the wall, your eyes fluttering shut.
“I want to feel you inside me.” Kristie confesses, your eyes flashing open, meeting Kristie’s shining blues.
“A-Are you sure...?” You whisper, the woman nodding with no sense of hesitation.
Your hand drops to your already throbbing member, giving it a few pumps, the sounds you're making, makes Kristie shudder.
Much to her surprise, you take charge, flipping your positions, the woman’s back now pressing against the cold tile wall.
You turn your attention back to your member, Kristie sighing when you run your head through her lower lips, stopping to rub it against her clit.
“Shit.” She sighs, her brows furrowing as you teasingly spread her opening with your tip before pulling away.
“Don’t tease.” She whines, her bottom lip jutted out in a pout.
She wanted you, and she wanted you bad, something that made you whimper, her eyes flashing open, locking with your Y/E/C orbs.
You lick your lips lining yourself up with her entrance, the blonde nodding rapidly when you give her a questioning look.
You slowly slip into her, your head slipping in slowly, the woman whining loudly.
“Fuck.” She whimpers, as you slowly slip inside her until you’re completely sheathed, her walls wet and warm, welcoming your invasion.
You remain still, lightly kissing her neck, letting her get acclimated to the stretch before you light thrust your hips.
“O-Oh.” She sighs, lifting one leg upward, curling it around your waist, gripping your shoulders tightly.
You put a bit more power behind your next thrust, earning a throaty moan in return, her walls fluttering around you.
You quickly establish a rhythm, your thighs slapping together as you pound into the woman.
“Fuck, Y/N...” She sighs, gasping when you lift her into the air and press her back against the wall, her legs wrapping around your middle as you reposition yourself and slip back inside her.
“Oh, Jesus Christ.” She sighs as you start thrusting upwards, the woman getting wetter and wetter with each thrust.
She uses your shoulders as leverage, bouncing along with your thrusts, her lips parted as a wide array of sounds pass from her open mouth, a mixture of whines, whimpers, groans and moans.
Your muscles start to contract, your breathing quickening with each thrust, your orgasm impending.
“I-I’m so close.” Kristie says in between gasps, her walls fluttering around you.
“I-I’m gonna--
You go silent, groaning loudly against her neck as you stiffen, your thrusts slowing as you orgasm, your thighs quaking as you fill her with your release.
Kristie comes with a cry, her walls clamping down around you, milking more of your seed out of your softening cock.
Her nails dig ridges in your back as she trembles in your arms, the feel of her climaxing in your arms bringing you a sense of pleasure you never thought you’d feel.
Your thrusts slow, the woman panting heavily in your arms as you lazily kiss her neck, helping her through her orgasm.
She leans in, kissing your lips softly, your now flaccid member still inside her as you kiss tenderly.
You part, Kristie’s hands on your shoulders as her chest rises and falls rapidly.
“Well...” She says, giggling as she scrapes her nails against the nape of your neck.
“I didn’t expect that to happen.” She chuckles and you shake your head, your lips splitting in a grin.
“Me either.” You smile softly, bashful even though you were currently still inside the woman.
She hums, leaning in to press another kiss to your lips.
“What do you say, we take this back to the hotel?” She asks with a seductive smirk, your lips splitting in a grin.
“I was kind of worried you’d want to pretend like this didn’t happen.” You mumble insecurely, the woman in your arms smiling as she tilts your chin up with her index finger, her sparkling blues meeting your Y/E/C’s.
“I’ve kind of been wanting to do this for a long time.” She confesses, her cheeks dusted pink.
Your brows arch.
“Really now?” You ask and she nods, smiling against your lips when your lips meet again.
“Still want to take this back to the hotel?” She asks and you smirk.
“Absolutely.”
Eventually, the two of you exit the bathroom, fully clothed, your hand in Kristie’s as she drags you out of the club, a slurring Emily Sonnett yelling from across the club.
“GET IT Y/N!” She hiccups and you snort, Kristie giggling as she squeezes your hand, the two of you eager to continue where you left off at the hotel.
In that moment, you were incredibly thankful that a drunk Emily Sonnett dragged you onto the dance floor.
#uswnt x reader#uswnt imagine#woso x reader#woso imagine#kristie mewis x reader#kristie mewis imagine#sorry im so late I forgot it was friday again XD#please let me know what you think!
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Senior Superlatives @ 56:50
Best Wildest Dressed: Pinoe "P you gotta like sort this out... You have to crawl over this bed, over these clothes to even get that suitcase."
Best Entertainer: Crystal "I keep telling people soccer is my side hustle. Like honestly, entertainment should be just what I do for a full-on living."
Best Friends: Lynn & Sam "You guys set me up, lay up, right there." + Ash & Kriegs, Pinoe, Veteran Players, then Lynn clinged on (or Crystal and son leeched on to Lynn)
Best Laugh: Press? Pinoe. "Google Press' laugh. Is that a thing? Can you google that?" "Yeah, probably for Press, actually, there’s probably pages and pages and videos and videos of it somewhere. "
Best Personality: Rose "She's an onion, she has many layers." "She's like quirky but like not a weirdo, but like also is a weirdo, and just loves to laugh and loves to tell stories."
Best Smile: Sophia Smith, Tobin "The people with big teeth... Or big, pearly whites."
Class Clown: Emily Sonnett "Emily Sonnett. Literally. Class Clown. All over that."
Teacher's Pet: Sam "You're a dweeb and we love you for it." "It's like youth camps when we were required to bring our notebooks to meetings, and on day two people stopped bringing their notebooks but Sam is still with the notebook..."
Most LIkely to Be Late to Class: Crystal, Allie Long "But now, I get to be like, 'it's the baby.'" "I'm having that issue as well, but I have no baby..."
Most School Spirit: HAO "[In her 7v7 interview], she literally was crazy. I think she called out Ryan Reynolds and was like, 'you need to be here, go USA!" Did a chest bump, dabbed up/high fived the Wrexham guy..."
#crystal dunn#lynn williams#sam mewis#snacks#uswnt#megan rapinoe#christen press#rose lavelle#sophia smith#tobin heath#emily sonnett#allie long#heather o’reilly
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The national team submissions masterboard
Overview: A look into the dynamics of our national teams
Spain:
Doms: Jenni, Ona, Aitana, Irene P, Sandra
Subs: Alexia, Mapi, Misa, Laia C, Leila O, Laia A, Salma, Athenea, Mariona, Patri, Cata, Eva N, Lucia, Pina
England:
Doms: Millie B, Mary E, Alex G, Millie T, Coombsy, Lucy S, Rachel
Subs: Lucy B, Keira, Esme, Leah, Georgia, Ellie, Hannah, Beth E, Beth M, Fran, Lauren, Ella, Lessi, Missy Bo
Sweden:
Doms: Magda, Olivia, Frido, Amanda, JRK, Linda S, Amanda N, Sofia J, Caroline, Elin, Rebecka
Subs: Hanna B, Asllani, Lina H, Stina, Nathalie, Filippa, Jonna, Anna S, Matilda V, Stina B, Julia Z, Emma
Australia:
Doms: Mini, Lani, Emily VE, Tameka, Kyah, Emily G
Subs: Macca, Sam, Ellie, Steph, Charli, Clare, Mary, Kyra, Chloe, Teagan, Caitlin, Hayley, Courtney N
Oranje:
Doms: Sherida, Dominique, Shanice, Merel
Subs: Danielle (Switch), Lynn, Viv, Lieke, Jackie, Jill, Damaris, Esmee, Daphne, Kerstin
Germany:
Doms: Melanie, Popp, Svenja, Lina, Sara, Linda, AKB
Subs: Obi, Jule, Giulia, Merle, Klara, Laura, Sydney, Lea, Feliciats, Sjoeke, Sara D
Ireland
Doms: Denise O’Sullivan, Louise Q, Courtney Brosnan, Caitlin H, Diane C, Niamh F, Heather P
Subs: Katie M, Megan Connolly, Amber, Claire O’R, Abbie Larkin, Izzy Atkinson, Lucy Q, Ruesha L, Grace M, Jamie F, Megan Campbell, Kyra Carusa, Anna P
Canada
Doms: Cloé L, Adriana L, Janine B (switch), Kadeisha B, Allysha C, Melissa Dagenais, Ashley L, Bianca SG, Nichelle P, Kailen S, Desiree S, Shelina Z
Subs: Jordyn H, Quinn, Jessie F, Sab, Julia G, Marie-Yasmine, Amanda A, Simi, Tanya, Gabrielle C, Sydney C, Rylee F, Vanessa G, Anna K, Devon K, Clarissa L, Marie L, Jordyn L, Lysianne P, Emma R, Deanne R, Jade Rose, Jayde R, Zoe B, Victoria Pickett, Olivia S, Sarah S, Evelyn S, Sura Y
Norway
Doms: Ada (switch), Ingrid, Maren M, Guro P, Guro B, Maria T, Tuva H
Subs: Guro R, Frida, Caroline, Aurora, Vilde, Thea, Celin, Julie B, Lisa N, Elisabeth T, Sophie H
Scotland
Doms: Lisa E, Kirsty S, Rachel C, Jenna F, Lee G, Jenna C, Hayley L, Jane R
Subs: Sam K, Erin C, Kirsty H, Nicola D, Sandy M, Sophie H, Leah E, Christy G, Jamie-Lee, Brogan H, Jennifer S, Amy R, Chelsea C, Fiona B, Martha T, Claire E, Lauren D
USA
Alyssa Naeher (Dom), Jane Campbell (Dom), Aubrey Kingsbury (Sub, Jane), Casey Murphy (sub, Alyssa)
Tierna Davidson (sub, Andi), Emily Fox (sub, Alex), Naomi Girma (sub, Alex), Casey Krueger (Dom), Jenna Nighswonger (sub, Crystal), Emily Sonnett (sub, Lindsey), Sam Staab (switch)
Sam Coffey (Dom), Hal Hershfelt (sub, Andi), Lindsey Horan (Dom), Rose Lavelle (sub, Lindsey)
Crystal Dunn (Dom), Catarina Macario (Sub, Lynn), Alex Morgan (Dom), Trinity Rodman (sub, Hatch/Sofia), Jaedyn Shaw (sub, Abby D), Sophia Smith (sub, Becky), Mallory Swanson (switch, Christen)
Ashley Sanchez (sub, Hatch/Sofia), Ashley Hatch (switch, Sofia), Becky Sauerbrunn (Dom), Abby D (Dom), Lynn W (Dom), Olivia Moultrie (sub, Becky), Alyssa Thompson (sub, Christen), Midge Purce (sub, Alex), Kristie Mewis (sub, Lynn), Sav DeMelo (switch, Jane), Andi Sullivan (Dom), Alana Cook (sub, Sofia), Sofia Huerta (Dom), Tobin Heath (Sub, Christen), Christen Press (Dom)
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i really hope sanchez knew she was getting traded…her and trinity not playing on the same team anymore makes me sad
The teams are required to tell players they are being traded before they are actually traded now. The only thing we can thank Mark P*rsons and Kansas City for
Literally everything about Ashley Sanchez is giving me Emily Sonnett vibes
Ignored by the national team despite how fire she is on the pitch
Traded away from her club (most likely without a choice)
Separated from her best friend
Hopefully she finds a coach and team who can see her worth in NC
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All hail the photographers that give and give and keep on giving
#emily sonnett#woso#uswnt#mal pugh#megan rapinoe#julie ertz#carli lloyd#becky sauerbrunn#kelley o'hara#sam mewis#uswnt camp#uswnt jan camp#p: emily sonnett#p: mal pugh#p: megan rapinoe#p: julie ertz#p: carli lloyd#p: becky sauerbrunn#p: kelley o'hara#p: sam mewis#t: uswnt#isi photos
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Kronnett fans about to go nuts
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Sonny still having DC in her bio and referring to her DC home on podcasts in the last few months makes me🫠
Fire M*rk P*rsons and let our girl come home!!
#emily sonnett#nwsl#washington spirit#I would take the spirit or Gotham#just somewhere east coast either with Kelley or andi/trin/sanchez#also fuck you m*rk p*rsons
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Sometimes this post blows up and I don't know why, or what Y'all were looking for, but it makes me happy to see my Frat Father and Frat Daddy stans are alive and well 😂
ALSO Y'ALL REMEMBER WHEN I SAID YOU WERE SLEEPING ON EMILY SONNETT AND HER AMAZING POTENTIAL? YEAH I STAND BY THAT SHIT.
Have a ridiculous pic, as a treat for reviving this post.
And the gif that killed my soul recently
USWNT appreciation: A Series - Frat Dad & Frat Dad Jr
I will stop raging about my girls WHEN I'M DEAD
Imagine not loving the absolute national treasures that are Kelley "Frat Daddy and Veritable Bulldozer" O'Hara and Emily "Frat Daddy Jr and Dancer extraordinaire" Sonnett!?
I MEAN C'MON.
The legacy of the frat lesbian in the USWNT will never die. KO's been training Sonny since she got here and I LIVE FOR IT.
She's also that beautiful defense we need and she's gonna be an absolute fucking POWER HOUSE for USWNT. Just you wait.
And THAT'S. The MOTHERFUCKING tea.
Also they're both really soft bros and I love them. That's it.
THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK
#emily sonnett#kelley o'hara#Frat Daddy series#Frat Daddy & Frat Daddy Jr#T: Frat Daddy & Frat Daddy Jr#Kelley O'Hara is the GAY QUEEN#Emily Sonnett is a cinnamon roll#I love TWO (2) idiots#Who are also soft bros#THEY'RE NATIONAL TREASURES#lindsay horan#Sam Mewis#Wwc#Fifa wwc#Wwc champions#4 stars on our shirt#Uswnt#about: sports#About: Kelley O'Hara#About: USWNT#Frat Daddy Kelley O'Hara#KO#Soran#so'hara#P: Kelley O'Hara#P: Emily sonnett#Orlando Pride#Portland Thorns#Utah Royals#Nwsl
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Bumpin' And Grindin' (Ashley Sanchez x Reader)
You knew your teammates had something planned for your 25th birthday, and that something lead to you being blindfolded and tied to a chair, but who dropped down into your lap was someone you didn't expect, and that someone was Ashley Sanchez.
What happened next was something you didn't count on, the mid-fielder becoming aware of the appendage between your legs, something you'd done literally anything and everything to hide.
Now that your secret was out, how would that change the relationship between the two of you?
Disclaimer: This fic contains smut, specifically g!p smut, feel free to skip it if it's not your thing, anyway, I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think! ❤️❤️❤️
You knew your teammates had something planned, it was your 25th birthday after all, and according to them, it was a big deal.
And apparently, the plan led you to being sat in a chair in the middle of the room, blindfolded with your hands tied behind your back.
“Seriously guys, what are you doing?” You ask as you attempt to move, quickly realizing you were trapped considering your hands were tied behind the chair.
Why you’d agreed to allow your teammates to do this, you didn’t know.
“Come on.” You grunt, jerking against your restraints.
“Seriously what’s--
You fall silent as a sensual beat fills the room, the women around you beginning to cheer.
“What’s going on?” You growl, your eyes widening behind your blindfold when you hear someone coming your way.
“Just lean back and relax." You hear Emily Sonnett snicker and your brows furrow.
A second later your breath catches in your throat when your waist is straddled, your hands clenching into fists as whoever it is grinds down into your lap.
The women around you cheer as the person, a woman you suspect, rolls her hips before moving to her feet, the woman rubbing her ass against the front of your pants.
“Goddamn it.” You sigh, your hips arching slightly, thankfully unseen by those around you.
They drop back down into your lap, a soft moan leaving your lips, the hips of the person in your lap stuttering momentarily.
It’s only after that stutter that you realize you’re growing hard, the woman’s core grinding down against the protrusion in your pants.
She swivels her hips, and you whimper, the owner of those hips' breath hitching.
You grimace when the blindfold is removed, revealing a pair of brown orbs belonging to Ashley Sanchez, her lips parted as she breathes heavily.
“Hey! You’re supposed to keep that on!” Trinity chastises her friend, completely unaware of what’s currently going on between the two of you, your member resting against the woman’s core.
Her cheeks flush as she shifts, your breath hitching when she brushes against your hard cock.
“I-I-I don’t feel so good.” You stammer, leaping to your feet when Ashley is out of your lap and you've jerked your hands free.
You glance over your shoulder at the blonde who’s staring at the appendage between your legs, the woman, thankfully, being the only one who notices before you sprint away.
“Jesus, I didn’t think your dancing was THAT bad.” Trinity snorts as she slips an arm around Ashley, the woman staring at the door you’d disappeared behind.
"What was that about?” Kelley asks, turning to the former Washington Spirit player who shakes her head.
“I don’t know.”
In reality, she DID know, it was because there was something between your legs that she hadn’t expected to feel, and something you must’ve been hoping she didn't feel either.
************************************************************************You weren’t sure how long you ran, but eventually, your hotel room door is slamming shut behind you, your heart racing.
She wasn't supposed to find out, no one was, but now here you were, your biggest secret revealed to the one woman you’d rather not know it.
You hadn’t been with the USWNT long, which meant you in no way trusted anyone with the fact that you were intersex, several of your teammates from the NWSL knew, but no one on the USWNT knew and you had hoped to keep it that way.
Unfortunately for you, that was no longer the case, because Ashley Sanchez knew.
You bury your face in your hands, hoping that the blonde hadn’t decided to tell those around her about what she felt when she was straddling you.
You can feel tears slipping down your cheeks as every worst-case scenario runs through your mind.
What if you were kicked off the team?
What if Ashley told someone?
What if the media found out?
You were trembling, outlandish scenarios playing in your mind until a sudden knock pulls you out of your thoughts, your feet moving of their own accord, carrying you towards the door before you tug it open.
You knew opening the door without looking at who it was, was a mistake, especially since Ashley Sanchez was standing before you, the woman’s brown orbs locking with your Y/E/C’s.
“Can I come in?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper, the nervousness in it making you pause.
You shuffle from foot to foot for a moment before stepping to the side and waving her in, the woman slowly shuffling inside.
You swallow hard, your back turned towards the woman as you look through the open door, tempted to sprint from the room and disappear into the night.
You knew you couldn’t do that, not to your team, and not to the woman sitting on the bed behind you, so with much reluctance, you push the door shut and turn towards her.
Her brown orbs are downcast, staring at her intertwined fingers as she wiggles in her place at the end of the bed.
“H-Hey.” You stutter, slipping your hands into your pockets, unwilling to look her in the eye.
She clears her throat, which leads you to picking up your gaze the woman patting the bed beside her.
Reluctantly, you make your way towards her, staring down at your feet for a moment before you decide to sit down.
You continue staring downwards, your gaze locked on your feet as the bed shifts beside you.
Your breath hitches when a tan hand settles on top of yours, which are intertwined and resting in your lap.
She gives your hands a squeeze.
“It doesn’t change anything.” She whispers and your throat bobs as you turn towards her, tears in your Y/E/C orbs.
“It changes EVERYTHING Ash!” You sniffle, pulling your hand away from hers as you move to your feet.
“No, it doesn’t Y/N.” She says as she too moves to her feet, the blonde approaching you, your back to her as you rest your forehead against the wall.
“It doesn’t change anything between us, I still feel the same way I did about you before I found out.” She says, her hand resting on your upper back.
“You and I both know you’ll never be able to look at me the same way again.” You sniffle, tears slipping down your cheeks.
“I’ll look at you the same way as I've always looked at you.” She whispers, grabbing your wrist and turning you around until your Y/E/C orbs meet hers.
Your breath hitches in your throat when she cups your cheeks, pushing herself up on her tiptoes so her forehead can rest against your own.
“Nothing could ever stop me from looking at you the same way I always have.” She whispers, caressing your tanned skin, your eyes fluttering shut.
A tear streams down your cheek but it doesn’t go far before it’s swiped away by the mid-fielder's thumb.
You shake your head, attempting to steady your breathing.
“What if everyone finds out...?” You ask, the blonde shaking her head.
“They won’t, and if they do, it’ll be when you’re ready.” She smiles softly and you swallow hard.
Silence envelopes the two of you before you find your voice.
“What did you mean?” You ask, nervously, the woman’s brown orbs widening.
“About what?” She asks, her voice soft, barely intelligible.
“How is it that you look at me...?” You ask, your watery Y/E/C orbs darting from her lips to her brown orbs and back.
She takes a deep breath, the woman’s eyes fluttering shut before she leans in, your eyes nearly bulging from your skull when her lips meet yours.
You stay stock still, your lips unmoving as her lips move against yours, the blonde pulling back abruptly.
“I’m so sorry, I thought...”
She gasps softly when you lean in, your lips meeting hers again, though this time, you’re kissing back.
She sighs into the kiss, her fingers tangling in your hair as your lips meet again and again.
It doesn’t take long for the kisses to grow heated, your tongue slithering into the mid-fielder's open mouth, the blonde moaning.
You knew you were getting hard, but you didn’t care, the woman’s kisses intoxicating.
Her breath hitches when you lift her into the air and pin her against a nearby wall, her legs wrapping around your middle.
Ashley’s hands slide up the back of your shirt, her fingers prodding into your back as you kiss hungrily.
She lets out a squeak when you carry her to the bed before placing her gently on its surface and climbing on top of her, reconnecting your lips.
You kiss wildly, moaning into each other's mouths as your tongues tangle, teasing each other.
You stiffen when Ashley’s hips roll, brushing the erect member between your legs, a groan crawling up your throat.
You roll off the blonde in embarrassment, shuffling backwards putting distance between yourself and the woman.
“I-I’m sorry...” You stutter, unable to look at the mid-fielder who slowly shakes her head, crawling up the bed towards you.
“You have nothing to be sorry about.” She smiles, your eyes widening as she starts to shift.
“Ash...?” You watch as the woman slips behind you, her back meeting the headboard before she pulls you back between her spread legs.
“It’s a part of you, Y/N...” She whispers in your ear, gently kissing your jawline.
"And I really, REALLY care about you.” She says her throat bobbing as she eyes you hungrily.
“Every single part of you.” She says softly, kissing your jawline, smiling against the curve of your jaw when you lean back into her.
Ashley licks her lips, her heart hammering in her chest as she gathers the courage to make the next move.
“Including this.” She says, your brows knitting in confusion, that is until her hand settles on the front of your pants, covering your hard member.
“Ash....?” You sigh, whimpering when the woman’s hand shifts, rubbing you gently.
“Y-You don’t have to.” You say, moaning when she puts a bit more pressure behind her touch.
“I’m the reason you’re hard.” She whispers in your ear, giving your ear lobe a gentle nip.
“Now let me take care of you.” She purrs, your Y/E/C orbs watching intently as she palms you through your pants.
She gauges your reaction as her hand starts moving, rubbing the hard appendage between your legs.
You whimper, the sound making Ashley moan in response, a sound that makes you whine.
“Fuck.” You say as her strokes increase in speed, your heels digging into the bed as your hips arch upward.
“Like that?” Ashley asks and you groan, your brows furrowed, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.
“Just like that.” You groan, Ashley’s breath hitching when you grasp her thigh.
The base of your cock begins to pulse, a telltale sign to you that you were already close.
“Mmmm.” You whine, Ashley kissing your neck as you begin to shiver.
“Are you going to come?” She asks and you nod rapidly, the blonde watching as you stiffen, a groan tearing its way up your throat as you shudder.
Ashley watches as the front of the sweats you were wearing darken, your release filling your bottoms as she continues to rub you, aiding you through your orgasm.
“F-F-Fuck.” You croak, twitching as you come down from your high.
Ashley hums, kissing your neck over and over again as you pant heavily, a satisfied smirk stretching across your face.
“God.” You say, turning in Ashley’s hold before your lips tenderly meet hers.
Her arms hanging loosely around your neck as you kiss languidly, the blonde smiling against your lips.
Eventually, you reluctantly part, your forehead resting against hers.
“I-I just wanted you to know...” You start, swallowing hard.
“I REALLY, really care about you too.” You confess, the woman smiling as she surges in, gently kissing your lips.
“Does that mean I get to touch you more often?” She whispers and you chuckle, the woman hugging you to her chest.
“Ye-Yeah, it does, as long as you want to.” You say and she giggles.
“Oh, trust me, I want to.” She says and you hum, kissing her lips again.
“D-Do I get to touch you...?” You ask and she smiles.
“Yeah, but tonight was about you.” She says, kissing your forehead, your cheeks flushing.
“Are you sure?” You ask, the blonde nodding, nonetheless, she whines when you roll out of bed.
“Hey, one of us has come in their pants, and it’s not you.” You jest, wandering to the bathroom before coming back a few minutes later in a crisp pair of boxers and clean pajama pants.
You immediately take your place back between Ashley’s legs, the woman hugging you to her chest, your face buried in the crook of her neck.
The room falls silent for a moment before Ashley giggles.
“I’m really glad our idiot friends talked me into giving you a lap dance.” She confesses and you chuckle, your words slurring as you whisper.
“Me too.” You hum, snuggling closer.
It isn’t long after that, that Ashley realizes you’re asleep, the woman smiling as she turns her head, kissing your forehead.
She simply watches you sleep for a moment, her heart skipping a beat when she realizes the feelings she had for you were returned.
She leans back in, kissing your forehead again, smiling lovingly as you smile in your sleep.
“Happy Birthday, Y/N.” She slurs softly before she too falls asleep, for once, thankful for her teammate's ridiculous and crazy antics, antics that eventually led you to where you were now, a year older and the arms of the girl you were hopelessly in love with wrapped around you.
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They don't call her saucy Sonnett for nothing brah
Too much sauce? Two much sauce 🔥 (x)
Sonny was out there SNATCHING SOULS
#emily sonnett#woso#uswnt#uswnt friendlies#uswnt vs colombia#sonny deserves the world#saucy sonnett#Sonnett the soul snatcher#I'm sure Tobin is super proud of Sonny rn#sonny#t: uswnt#p: emily sonnett#sm: instagram
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What is city up to? Göteborg scores first, didn’t expect that one...
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Can you do one for Emily Sonnett with dom or g!p reader: 8. oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck
Thanks!
So, the idea I have for this one MAY be a bit weird, but I was thinking like, the team is playing hide and seek, I'll have to figure out where, maybe in the stadium after a game or something, anyway, reader and Emily end up in the same place, I was thinking maybe they can't stand each other, but shit happens and they're all worked up then BAM, smut, but if you wouldn't want that, just shoot me an ask!
#ive written a hate smut fic before if you wanted to go look at it#idk if thats your jam if not shoot me a message!#could be pretty close quarters and shit happens and what not. XD#kind of want you to come off anon so I can show you what i have XD
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