#Eintracht frankfurt

[wosoluver]

On my knees for you.

-> prompt and illustration by @muffinpink02

Laura x reader

TW: Smut, minors DNI

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"Baby! I'm home!" you heard your girlfriend's voice ring around the apartment, followed by the sound of the front door closing.

You left the bedroom, where you were watching yet another episode of Gilmore Girls, to meet her in the living room.

Going for a quick peck on her lips, as usual.

But she seemed to have other plans. Kissing you hungrily.

"What's got you like this?" you said once you both separated.

"I missed you."

"You saw me this morning, love." but she didn't even bother to continue the conversation. And you didn't mind it at all.

She ran her hands down your back, caressing your ass, before looping her arms around your thighs, bringing you to rest your legs around her waist.

Walking you both into the bedroom without breaking the kiss, she placed you gently on the bed.

Kneeling down on the floor in front of you, on the foot of the bed. Your face turned into confused semblance as Laura put her hands together and closed her eyes.

You girlfriend was known for her theatrics and her sense of humor, but when it came to sex, she usually kept a cool demeanor, taking her job in pleasing you very seriously.

"Dear Lord, thank you for this meal I'm about to eat."

She heard you gasp followed by a small laugh.

"You're unbelievable." you whispered pulling her up for a passionate kiss, before letting her continue on her mission.

She kissed you down, taking your shirt off, leaving pecks from your neck to your inner thighs.

You had goosebumps from the anticipation of feeling your girlfriend eating you out, as she yanked your underwear off.

First she licked a stripe across your pussy, then blew on it lightly, as your hips bucked.

Feeling how wet you were, her mouth watered, and there was no turning back, she would gladly get lost on you.

Looking up from between your legs and seeing your head tilted back in pleasure, as soft moans left your lips,

"You're doing so good for me baby..."

By now, you were pulling on her hair as she alternated between sucking your clit and dipping two of her fingers in and out of you.

"Laura please, I need to cum." you let out the best you could, as the sweat beads formed on your forehead, made their way down your cheeks.

"You got it, schatz." as you felt her fingers curling inside your cunt, and her thumb pressing your sensitive bud slightly.

Your hips desperately grind against her fingers for more friction.

"F-fuck..." you whined, pleasure rushing through your body while spasming, moaning louder than you did the whole night.

She helped you come down from your high, rocking your hips lightly as she cooed you.

"I love you y/n." she said pressing a kiss to your temple.

"And I..." you reached to remove her shirt. "love..." now reaching to remove her shorts along with her panties. "you."

You once again reached to kiss her on the lips, managing to place your knee between her legs. Rocking her against it, feeling her wetness spread against your skin.

Laura was serious about being pleasured just as much, never patient enough.

"My turn. Should I say a prayer?" you say teasingly.

"No! Just- fuck..." she answers somewhat desperate. And it was enough to have you get to action.

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Rewrote this about five times and then left it sitting there, hope you enjoy! 🩷

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[meazalykov]

good things come to those who wait

laura freigang x barca!reader (requested?)

summary: you'll finally be the happiest girl on the pitch, according to aitana

authors note: one of my mutuals on twitter checked out this page. they asked if I could do a part two to a fic I made months ago. here it is :)

warnings: small age gap

part one here

its been a month and you've managed to come to terms about what happened in that dressing room.

for a while, you walked into the dressing room always feeling a hint of embarrassment from being rejected by esmee. however, alexia reassured you many times that nobody finds you embarrassing, even esmee.

thank goodness you had football, since you were able to focus on that instead of the wanting to having a relationship like everyone else.

you step onto the pitch at the deutsche bank stadium, the unfamiliar pulse of adrenaline coursing through your veins for the champions league match.

the crowd's roar is a distant hum in your mind, drowned out by the singular focus you’ve forced yourself to adopt.

you're a starting defensive midfielder this game, outside from being a right-wing backup for lucy. as you look over to the left, you see esmee tying her cleats.

the rejection from esmee still stings, but you've pushed it aside, determined not to let it affect your performance. you knew this champions league match against frankfurt demands every ounce of your attention.

the first half is intense. you had to be sharp, alert, and relentless as the german team throws their best forwards towards you.

frankfurt's forwards are quick, and their midfield is formidable, but you’re not one to back down.

one of their forwards nearly took advantage of a goal opportunity, but you were able to side tackle the ball away before she took a shot.

you stood up, adjusting your shorts as cata makes a free kick from outside the box.

taking a moment to breath-- you realized that frankfurt is putting up a fight.

you’ve faced tougher challenges before, and today, you're determined to be the player your team needs.

but then there's her.

laura freigang. #10 for frankfurt. she's everywhere—pressing high, tracking back, and always looking to exploit any gaps in your defense.

you clash with her multiple times, and each time, she meets your challenge head-on. some of the blocks worked, others didn't.

what catches you off guard isn’t just her skill, experience, or her tenacity, but the way she looks at you. even with the ball in play, laura’s gaze lingers on you, curious and intense.

it’s unsettling and, you admit to yourself, a little intriguing.

the match remains tigh. it’s late in the first half when laura finally breaks through.

she finds a pocket of space just outside the box, and before you can close her down, she strikes. the ball sails past cata’s outstretched arms and into the net. 1-0.

at the start of the second half, barcelona doesn't falter. aitana orchestrates a quick response, threading a pass through to salma, who slots it home with clinical precision. 1-1.

later into the second, you shot the ball up to mariona who heads the ball into the net. 2-1.

the final whistle blows, and the crowd erupts. victory is yours in the group stage match-- but your thoughts keep drifting back to laura.

as you’re talking to mapi and ingrid, sharing a laugh over some play in the match, you see laura making her way towards you. her steps are confident, a slight smile playing on her lips.

luckily, mapi and ingrid stepped aside due to vicky calling for their attention.. so they didn't notice the older german girl coming.

"hey," she says, her face warm and voice slightly breathless from the match.

"i’m laura. that was a great game."

"yeah, it was. you gave the defenders a real challenge out there." you nod, still catching your breath.

"you didn’t make it easy for me either. i couldn’t stop watching you—uh, watching how you play, i mean." laura chuckles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"sure, just my playing?" you raise an eyebrow, a smirk forming despite yourself.

she laughs, a sound that’s somehow light and genuine. "maybe not just that," she admits.

"but i really would like to get to know you better, if you’re interested?" she continues.

your eyes widened, surprisingly, there’s a spark of something new in your chest, something you haven’t felt in a while.

"yeah, i’d like that." you say. there wouldn't be any harm in getting to meet new people, right?

"cool. maybe i could get your number?" she asks, her tone casual, but there’s a hopeful look in her eyes.

after you nod your head, she pulls out her phone from her jogger pants.

you take her phone, typing in your number, and hand it back with a smile. "call me."

and she does. the calls start off short, just casual chats about football, life in germany versus spain, your mutual love for photography, and favorite music.

but soon, they grow longer, stretching late into the night. you find yourself looking forward to hearing her voice, to the easy way you can talk about anything or nothing at all.

two months fly by, and before you know it, it’s time for the second group stage match against frankfurt.

this time, when you see laura on the pitch, there’s no awkwardness.

after the match, you muster up the courage that’s been building for weeks. the game is in spain, meaning that you're both here with no distance creating a boundary.

“laura,” you begin, pulling her aside as the rest of your teammates head to the locker room. you don't want them to know about this, not at least you're positive that this will lead somewhere.

“would you want to go out to eat tomorrow before you go back to frankfurt? like…on a date?” you whisper. again, hoping that nobody really catches you saying that.

you half expect her to hesitate, but instead, she grins. "yes, i'd love to."

the next day, as you're preparing for the date. you realize that you're stuck. you've never been on a date before, at least one that led into something.

hookups were one thing, but building an actual bond to form into a relationship was another ballpark.

you run out your apartment and go next door to seek out mapi and ingrid for advice.

they're your neighbors, so you're comfortable with asking them for anything-- they've always reassured you that you could. so you're sitting on the couch with ingrid as mapi sits on their recliner.

"guys-- I have a date tonight." you swallow.

ingrid smiles, happy to hear that you're moving on. mapi is surprised, who were you going on a date with?

"that's so fun!" ingrid says.

"who are you going on a date with?" mapi asks, protectively.

you're 21 years old, but mapi looks after you like an older sister.

"it's with laura. laura freigang from frankfurt. we've been talking for the last two months and since she is here in barcelona, we figured that we could spend time together." you gave a cheeky smile.

ingrid smiles knowingly, looking over at the protective tattooed woman. “ohh laura! mapi I know laura-- she's a good one. i remember playing against her in the bundesliga a long time ago. she’s got a heart, and i think you two will be good together.”

“just be careful, y/n. i don’t want to see you get hurt again.” mapi, on the other hand, is a little more skeptical. she didn't forget about the rejection from esmee.

ingrid gives her a look, her eyebrows flared.

“okay, okay. have fun, but i’m still keeping an eye on her.” mapi lets up, not wanting her girlfriend to be upset.

your first date with laura is everything you hoped it would be. she’s charming, funny, and there’s an undeniable chemistry between you-- considering that she's 26 and you're 21.

you go on a few more dates whenever your schedules allow, each one better than the last. sometimes you'd fly out to germany and other times she would come to spain.

she captures your journeys on film which you love. sometimes she'd let you take her camera to capture a few pictures of herself. this is special-- laura never let other people touch her cameras.

by summertime, you both find a long-break in your schedules and decide to spend it in mallorca.

the sun is warm on your skin, the waves gentle as they lap at the shore. it’s there, with the golden sand beneath your feet and the clear blue sky above, that laura turns to you, her eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and hope.

“y/n…would you be my girlfriend?”

for a moment, the world stops. then, with a wide smile, you nod. “yes, laura. i’d love to.”

when you tell aitana back in barcelona, she grins, pulling you into a hug.

“i’m so happy for you, y/n. you deserve this. remember what I said-- you’re going to be the happiest girl on the pitch now.”

and as you step onto the field for your next match, your love with laura and the memory of her smile in your mind, your teammates were right all along.

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[katelynnwrites]

And I Say To You (Soon You'll Get Better) | Laura Freigang

warnings: flu and other general sickness stuff

word count: 1160

summary: you get sick and your lovely girlfriend looks after you. when she gets sick, you repay the favour

a/n: requested, thanks for sending this in 🥰

It started as a tickle in your throat.

You drank as much water as you could to try and get rid of it but it doesn’t work.

Barely a day after your realisation, you’re waking up with a full body ache.

Sneezes and a coughing fit follow suit and you’re breathless by the time you manage to get it under control.

Gentle, cool fingers slide themselves under your shirt, rubbing soothing circles onto your back. It doesn’t take much for you to figure out who they belong to, even when your head is pounding.

‘Sorry for waking you.’ You hoarsely say, wincing at how dry your throat is.

‘It’s okay.’ Your girlfriend whispers.

Her hands touch your forehead and Laura frowns worriedly.

‘You’re burning up baby.’

‘S’okay.’ You mumble tiredly, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep.

Everything is a little hazy but you can feel the bed dip as the blonde leaves.

She’s back a moment later, fever reducers, lozenges and a mug of warm water in hand.

You groan as she gets you to sit up. The world swims a little and you don’t like it.

A distressed whine must have left your lips because the striker seems doubly worried now as she looks you over.

Her palm rests against your forehead again and her brows are furrowed anxiously as she pulls away.

The mug is pressed into your hands and your girlfriend helps guide it to your lips.

You sip slowly and Laura hums in approval.

She swaps the mug out for the medication after a few minutes.

‘You’ll feel better after these, I promise.’ She coaxes.

‘Thanks schatz.’ You murmur and she kisses your too hot cheek.

‘I’ll let the staff know we’re not coming for training today.’

‘No no. You should go. I’ll be okay.’ You immediately say.

The striker shakes her head, already putting the mug and remaining medication away.

‘I’m staying here to look after you.’

‘Lau…’ You try but she is adamant.

‘You know you would do the same for me.’ She states, leaving no room for argument as she strips her shirt off.

She slowly eases yours up and over your head before getting you to lie back down with her.

Your girlfriend spoons you close, smiling when she hears the sigh of relief you let out. Her body is so much cooler and is a welcome touch against your feverish one.

Carefully, she pulls the blanket back over both your bodies and you melt into the German forward.

Laura’s efforts have made you feel a lot more comfortable that it’s not long before you are falling back asleep.

******

It’s your girlfriend’s hushed voice that registers on your bleary mind when you begin to come to.

‘No her fever hasn’t broken yet so you may as well go ahead and tell the coaching team that we’re both not going to be able to come in tomorrow.’

You crack open an eye, making out the blonde’s figure in the dimly lit room.

She is sitting at the foot of the bed, her phone held to her ear.

In doing so, you note with some displeasure that your head still hurts.

Shifting your body, you find out that the rest of your body still does too.

Laura must have heard the sheets rustling because she turns around immediately and hangs up the call with a rushed, ‘I’ll call you back later Lara.’

‘Hi.’ You mumble as she fusses over you.

‘Your temperature is still running too high.’ She unhappily says after checking once more, this time with an actual thermometer.

Curiously, you ask, ‘Where did you get that?’

Your fever is not so high as to forget that you do not own a thermometer.

‘I had a few of our teammates drop off some stuff earlier.’ The blonde explains, blushing a little.

‘I love you.’

Your favourite person smiles, gently pressing her lips against yours.

You melt until you remember that you remember that you are sick.

Weakly, you push her away, ‘Lau! No kissing! No kissing! I don’t want you to catch my bug.’

Your girlfriend laughs, ‘My girl I hate to remind you but I’ve been cuddled up with you all day. Kissing you doesn’t make a difference because I have already been exposed to your germs.’

Your eyes widen and the striker giggles again.

‘Don’t worry, I love you and that includes your germs. Plus I have a great immune system.’ She confidently states.

The striker firmly kisses you once more to prove her point.

You kind of want to keep her away, to make sure she doesn’t get sick despite what she had said but you are really feeling too ill.

You’re exhausted too and as Laura keeps running her fingers through your hair, with you settled on your chest, your eyes begin to slip close.

‘Sleep my love.’ She whispers.

******

When you next wake up, it’s because Laura’s hand is on your forehead.

‘Hey you.’ She smiles.

You smile back, feeling significantly better. Your head is clear and your limbs hurt less.

‘Your fever’s broken.’ The blonde murmurs, affectionately stroking the space between your eyebrows with her thumb.

‘What time is it?’ You ask.

‘Late. Four in the morning last I checked.’ She answers, after thinking for a moment.

‘Schatz! What are you doing up?’

The forward shrugs, ‘Looking after you of course. I couldn’t sleep till I knew for sure that your fever’s gone down.’

You pull your girlfriend down beside you.

‘I love you so much. So so much.’ You whisper.

‘Love you too.’ Laura easily promises.

‘My fever is gone so please get some sleep.’ You insist, somewhat guiltily realising that she has the beginnings of dark circles forming around her eyes.

‘Take your medicine first. You’re due for another dose.’ The German woman argues, pointing to the pills and bottle of water set neatly on your bedside table.

You do as she asks and then tuck her into your side, kissing her chastely.

‘Goodnight schatz.’

******

Laura’s right.

Her immune system is strong and she does not catch whatever illness you have.

She does however wind up with a cold after her impromptu snowball fight with Lina.

Then it’s your turn to look after her, holding her close as she sleeps restlessly, her fever running its course.

‘Love you.’ You whisper to your silly, silly girlfriend.

She had really gone at it with the Bayern midfielder, the both of them stuffing handfuls of snow down the back of each other’s shirts.

It had been hilarious and you are sure the photos would turn out so too. You love that side of Laura, the one that draws in everyone, fans and teammates alike with her antics.

But this other side of the blonde, the one that only you see, who makes grabby hands for your cuddles with fever flushed cheeks and whines when she has to take her medicine, well you love it too.

German Translation:

schatz - sweetheart

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[wosoluver]

Let's get you home

laura freigang x reader

credits to @p0orbaby anon for the prompt idea.

-> "Let's get you home." "Oh, mine or yours?" "Ours."

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"You are the dancing queen, young and sweet only seventeen"

You watched as your girlfriend sang into the mic.

"She's really going for it." said Klara as you watched her fight off Syd for the mic, making sure it was a solo performance.

"Ten bucks they get into an argument after." said Lena.

"You guys are not making money off my drunk girlfriend!" you looked over to them half joking, half serious.

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"Hey baby! Did you see me ending Syd's career up there?"

"Uhum, you're clearly the biggest rockstar." you gave her a peck in the lips. "Here drink some." handing her a bottle of water.

"No, you didn't!" said Syd after Lena informed her of the comment, because she was too distracted to hear it.

"I so did!" Laura started to argue.

"Lena!" you called her attention for trying to instigate them, all for her ten bucks.

"Sorry!" Now trying to calm the two girls down. "You are both amazing performers!"

"Laura, why don't we go get another drink?" you said pulling her to the bar. Divide and conquer, best way to stop children from fighting.

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After a couple more drinks and dancing the night away, you were tired and your girlfriend, a bit of a mess. She tried going for another drink, but you stopped her.

"Love, I know we're on break but I think you've had enough."

She pouted deeply at your words.

"Let's get you home, yeah?"

"Oh, mine or yours?" she asked with a childlike wonder in her eyes.

"Ours."

"Oh, wow! No way!" she exclaims happily. "I can't believe, I managed to pull a girl like you!"

You shook your head laughing at the girl's silliness.

"Yep, and if we leave now, I'll even sleep in the same bed as you." you said making sure she didn't give you a hard time to leave.

One thing about Laura is she always wanted to be the last one to leave a party. So what was the harm in tricking her to go home early?

"Done!" she said excitedly.

Only her excitement didn't last long, you had to carry her, half asleep, to bed.

You almost dropped her once or twice but you got her there safely, and she slept like a baby.

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[meazalykov]

baby pink

laura freigang x reader

one part to the baby pink series

you and laura have been inseparable since your days at penn state. laura was a beast on the soccer field, her talent and determination earning her a place on the university's team after playing in germany for all of her life. 

you, on the other hand, loved soccer until you had a back injury from an accident– preventing you from playing football ever again. 

from therapy– you found your new passion through photography. 

your love story between laura and you grew in the shared moments of your photography electives at penn state, where laura's fiery energy met your soft-hearted one.

you first met in a photography class, both unsure about the other but quickly becoming friends. she started to notice how you wore pink everyday. 

your jeans were always blue and you had on the same comfy birkenstock slides– but you had many baby pink shirts that you loved to show off. 

laura's interest in photography was a surprise to many– including you– since you knew her as a soccer star, overtime you saw the deeper layers in her. 

you guys spent countless afternoons wandering around campus, snapping photos of anything that helped with both of your photography mentions. 

the german would capture other people and nature, meanwhile you tend to capture anything that was any shade of pink. 

she admired how you saw the world through a pink-tinted lens, both literally and figuratively. your old dorm room back in pennsylvania had been a shrine to the color pink– with pink curtains, bedding, and decor that reflected your love for that color.

as your friendship deepened, it turned into something more. laura started getting you pink colored flowers that you thought were pretty– not more pretty than her. when you asked a mutual friend about laura’s new gesture– they told you that laura might’ve been in love with you. 

you believed it and you confessed your love to laura– who kissed you in response.

you two started dating, and it wasn't long before you were inseparable. your love for each other grew stronger with each passing day, cemented by your shared experiences and dreams for the future.

now, 6 years later, you live together in frankfurt, germany. laura plays for the football club frankfurt, and you capture your lives with your cameras. 

your love for pink is still well-known; as laura’s woso fans love complimenting you about your pink aesthetics. 

the collection of cameras in your shared apartment were more proof, each adorned with pink stickers or encased in pink cases and shells. even (some) your wardrobe is still a sea of pink. 

one chilly afternoon, the two of you are lounging at home. laura is sprawled on the couch, recovering from the game against wolfsburg that morning, while you excitedly open a package you've been waiting for all week.

laura glanced over the couch and looked at you with the box on the kitchen island, her curiosity piqued.

"what did you get?" she asks, her eyes lighting up with interest.

you grin and pull out a brand-new camera in a smaller box, the body of the camera shimmered in a delicate shade of pink. 

turning it over in your hands, admiring the sleek design and the soft color, you smile brightly at it. 

laura chuckles, shaking her head. "of course, it's pink."

you laugh, your eyes sparkling with delight at your fiancee. "you know i had to" you say, holding the camera up to your eye and pretending to take a picture of laura. 

you would’ve taken the picture but the camera still needed a battery and sd card from the cabinet where laura and you kept them.

 

laura smiles warmly, reaching out to you with her arms. you giggle as you walk up to her in the living toom. 

by your waist, she pulls you onto the couch beside her. "i love that about you" she murmurs, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. "it's pretty– just like you."

you lean in, kissing Laura softly. "i love capturing you with the cameras," 

“and i love capturing you.” laura whispered against your lips. 

as the afternoon sun bathes your apartment threw your windows, you and your fiancee take pictures to do something with your free time. 

you snap shots of laura, her athletic form, beautiful eyes, and soft hair creating stunning images, while laura, in turn, captures your radiant smile, pink blush, and the joy in your eyes.

through the pink camera, everyone can see the love in the couple's eyes. 

<3

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