#fc bayern munich frauen

[helen-with-an-a]

Oh yay a new Oberdorf story this weekend!

Wait no more Obi fans - here is a smutty fic to keep you a little full until November hehe. And it's before the weekend (sort of). Ik i asked for reqs and to the Anon how sent in the jealousy idea - it's such a good idea and yes it will be written but I was about 2k into this before I saw it so I decided to finish this first.

First Time

Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Description: It's R and Lena's first time doing anything sexual

Word count: 4.5k

TW: Smut, 18+, fingering (R receiving)

This was so not how you expected your night to go. It was supposed to be romantic and gentle – a night that you and Lena had been anticipating for weeks. Although, you supposed it was just not in the at you were expecting. Tonight marked your first official date as girlfriends, an event you’d been dreaming about ever since your friendship had blossomed into something more. From the moment you first met as kids, there had been an unspoken connection between you two. The years went by, and though you were close friends, it became clear that your feelings for each other had grown deeper over time. You had been pining for each other since adolescence, each of you harbouring a quiet hope that someday the other would feel the same way.

It had taken a month of playing on the same Club team for things to finally shift. The constant exchanges of longing stares and the shared, charged glances hadn’t gone unnoticed by your teammates. They’d grown weary of the unspoken tension and had taken matters into their own hands, staging an intervention that left both you and Lena flustered but undeniably grateful.

A month ago, Lena had taken the plunge and officially asked you out. It was a moment you’d both been waiting for, and since then, your relationship had deepened in ways you hadn’t imagined. You’d been on one date a week, each outing a new adventure and a chance to explore your blossoming romance. But it wasn’t just the dates that defined your connection; you were inseparable, spending nearly every evening at each other’s houses and sticking together like glue during training sessions.

It was as you stood in front of your door, your hand firmly in Lena’s, she had asked you those immortal words. Lena’s words and the earnest look in her eyes caught you off guard. With a mixture of nervousness and hope, she asked if she could be your girlfriend – officially, in the way that only a heartfelt question could make it feel.

You had, of course, said yes. Your heart was racing, pounding so fiercely it felt like it might burst from your chest. The excitement and joy coursing through you were overwhelming, making your breath catch and your head spin. A nervous bubble of anticipation settled in your stomach, causing a fluttery sensation that was both exhilarating and a little bit unnerving.

You could see the hope and vulnerability in Lena’s eyes, and it only made you want to reassure her with more than just a verbal affirmation. With a mixture of eagerness and tenderness, you leaned in. Your lips met hers in a kiss that was soft yet full of unspoken promises and deep affection. It was a kiss that conveyed all the feelings you had bottled up inside – your excitement, your love, and the sheer relief of finally being on the same page. The world around you seemed to dissolve, leaving just the two of you, connected in a way that felt both new and perfectly right.

And now, exactly one week later, the world had shifted in a way you hadn’t quite anticipated. Lena was lying on top of you, her body warm and soft against yours in a way that felt both exhilarating and comforting. Her mouth was pressed firmly against yours, a kiss that was both passionate and tender. One that felt so foreign, yet so familiar.

As you melted into the kiss, you could feel her hands exploring, tracing a path down your body with a deliberate and gentle touch. Each caress was both thrilling and reassuring, a tactile affirmation of the connection you were deepening together. Her fingers moved with a kind of reverence, exploring and savouring every inch of you.

The sensation of her hands on your skin was electrifying, making your heart race and your senses come alive. The way she seemed to be attuned to your every reaction, adjusting her touch based on your unspoken cues made your heart leap.

“Lena,” you sighed, the breath escaping your lips in a shuddering exhale as her mouth remained pressed firmly against your skin. The sensation was both electrifying and soothing, and as she moved to suck a delicate bruise into your neck, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation coursed through you. Each gentle pull of her lips sent ripples of warmth down your spine, making your pulse quicken.

Your hands, almost on their own accord, slipped away from her hips and travelled upward, threading themselves into her soft, tousled hair. The strands of her hair felt silky and alive between your fingers as you pressed further her into your skin.

As her mouth continued its exploration, Lena’s hand ventured toward your chest, hovering just above your breast with a hesitant but tender touch. The pause was filled with a mixture of longing and uncertainty, as if she was waiting for your approval or perhaps gauging your reaction.

“Is this ok?” she asked softly, her voice a gentle murmur that contrasted with the heated intensity of the moment. Her eyes, filled with a mix of affection and concern, met yours as she awaited your response.

“More than,” you gasped out, the words escaping in a breathless rush. The moment her hand made contact, your body responded with an involuntary shiver of delight. Her touch was a perfect blend of softness and warmth, and as she gently squeezed, a low, instinctive moan escaped your lips, a sound that was a melody to Lena’s ears. She smiled, leaning back to kiss you with a renewed sense of purpose – wanting to draw those sounds out of you again, and again, and again.

“Can I take it off?” Lena’s voice was a soft murmur, barely audible over the sound of your shared breaths. The question was wrapped in a mixture of tenderness and desire, as if she was seeking both permission and reassurance. Her lips lingered on yours for a few more seconds, brushing against them in a delicate dance that sent shivers down your spine.

You could feel your chest rising and falling with each breath, the anticipation of her touch making your heart race. With a nod, you responded affirmatively, your voice barely above a whisper. “Uh huh,” you managed to say, your eyes meeting hers with an intensity that mirrored the fluttering in your chest.

“Words, baby,” Lena replied, her words laced with a promise of more to come. Her hands were poised at the hem of your shirt, their warmth radiating through the fabric and creating a tantalising contrast with the cool air. Despite her gentle touch, she didn’t move her hands, waiting for your final confirmation.

The moment seemed to stretch out, filled with a mix of longing and anticipation. “Yes, Lena. Take it off,” you whined, the urgency in your voice betraying your eagerness.

Lena’s response was immediate, her fingers finally moving with a deliberate and tender touch, as if savouring every second of the moment. The anticipation was almost palpable, and as she began to lift your shirt, the sensation of her fingers against your skin heightened by the cool air.

“So gorgeous,” Lena hummed appreciatively, her eyes roaming over your body with a mixture of admiration and desire. Her gaze was filled with warmth and appreciation, making you feel both cherished and exposed in the most intimate way.

As the moment stretched on, you found yourself hesitating, caught between the exhilaration of the present and the vulnerability of the situation. “C-can I take yours off too? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, it’s just – ” Your words stumbled out, the nervousness evident in your voice. The last thing you wanted was to impose or make her uncomfortable.

Before you could finish your thought, Lena interrupted you with a gentle, reassuring kiss. Her lips were soft and soothing against yours, and the warmth of the kiss was a balm to your frayed nerves. “Stop overthinking, it’s just me,” she murmured softly, her breath warm and calming against your lips.

Despite her soothing words, your anxiety spilled over. “That’s the problem,” you blurted out before you could catch yourself. The confession was raw and unfiltered, a moment of vulnerability that you hadn’t intended to share.

Lena’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of concern crossing her features. “What?” she asked, her voice sharp with worry. The shift in her demeanour made your heart sink further, amplifying your embarrassment.

“No, no, that’s not – fuck, so stupid. That’s not what I meant at all. Not in that way. God, I’m such an idiot,” you stammered, your cheeks burning with a deep flush of mortification. The words spilled out in a flurry, your mind racing to correct the misunderstanding. “I … I meant, that I am bound to overthink this because it’s you. I’ve had sex before, Lena. But none of them have been you – ” The confession was raw and heartfelt, exposing the depth of your feelings. “I’ve been in love with you since I was thirteen. I’ve waited so long for this. I just … I just want to be perfect for you.”

Lena’s expression softened immediately, her concern melting into a look of profound understanding and affection. She pulled you closer, her voice dropping to a soothing coo. “Oh, baby,” she whispered, her tone filled with tenderness. She pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. “It is already perfect. You are perfect. It’s perfect because it’s you.”

“What if I mess up?” you asked, your voice tinged with worry as you searched Lena’s face for reassurance. The thought of making a mistake or not living up to the moment was a heavy weight on your shoulders, and you struggled to push past the anxiety swirling in your mind.

“You won’t,” Lena countered firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt. The confidence in her voice was meant to be a comfort, but your nerves were still on edge, making it hard to fully absorb her reassurance.

“But what if I – ” you started again, unable to shake the nagging fear that you might fall short of what you wanted this moment to be.

“Baby,” Lena said gently, her voice softening as she reached out to hold your face in her hands. She waited until your eyes met hers, her gaze steady and full of warmth. “You won’t mess up. Just let yourself feel good and I’ll do all the work.”

She began to run her hand up and down your sides in a soothing motion, her touch calming and grounding. “Focus on my hands,” she instructed, her fingers caressing your skin with a tenderness that made it impossible not to relax into her touch.

“On my lips,” she whispered next, her breath warm against your skin as she planted a series of gentle kisses along your cheek and jawline. Each kiss was a soft reminder of her affection and commitment to making this moment special for both of you.

“On the way you feel,” she continued, her hands sliding back to your breast. She gave it a tender squeeze, her fingers brushing against your nipple in a light pinch that made you gasp softly. The combination of her touch and the intimacy of her words helped to melt away your apprehensions, focusing your attention on the sensations she was creating.

Slowly, Lena allowed her hands to wander over your body once more, her touch gentle but exploratory. As her fingertips skimmed your skin, a satisfied smirk tugged at her lips against yours. She noticed the way your eyes fluttered shut, your face relaxing into a look of pure pleasure, and it only seemed to fuel her desire to make this moment as perfect as possible.

“Pretty baby,” she murmured softly, her voice a soothing whisper as she nipped playfully at your earlobe. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of pleasure and anticipation building with each tender bite.

You felt her hand drift lower, her fingers teasingly playing with the waistband of your shorts. The touch was light, almost playful, yet filled with an undercurrent of desire that made your heart race. The anticipation of what was to come had you yearning for more, and you could barely contain the excitement bubbling within you.

“Can I take these off?” she asked, her voice a soft, seductive murmur. The question was more of an invitation than a demand, her eyes locked onto yours with a look of sincere affection and eagerness.

“Please,” you moaned in response, the word escaping your lips in a breathy, pleading tone. The desperation in your voice was matched by the way you lifted your hips, giving her the space she needed to slide your shorts down. The gesture was both eager and vulnerable, showing just how much you wanted to be closer to her.

As Lena tugged the shorts down, she used the momentary distance between your bodies to quickly and efficiently remove her own shirt and shorts. The swift motion was both practical and electrifying, her actions carrying an air of confidence and intimacy that left you breathless.

You watched with bated breath as she moved, each motion deliberate and graceful, a display of power and control. Her muscles rippled beneath her skin, a testament to years of dedication and discipline, as she reached up and casually pulled her shirt over her head. The fabric slid away, revealing the sculpted curves of her shoulders and the defined lines of her abdomen. You couldn’t help but gulp, feeling your pulse quicken as your eyes hungrily traced the contours of her muscular figure, every inch of her exuding strength and confidence.

She caught your gaze, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, clearly aware of the effect she had on you. The air between you seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken tension. “And you say I’m pretty,” you scoffed, though the words came out softer than intended, almost a whisper, betraying the awe you felt in her presence. The corners of her mouth lifted into a grin, her eyes twinkling with amusement, as if to say she knew exactly what was going through your mind.

“Stop,” Lena laughed, her voice light and melodic, the sound of her amusement filling the space between you. She looked at you with eyes that sparkled with a mix of affection and mischief, the kind of look that made your heart skip a beat. There was something in her gaze that went beyond humor, a depth of admiration that made you feel both warm and self-conscious under her steady stare.

“What?” you teased, raising an eyebrow at her, your lips curving into a playful grin. The challenge in your tone was clear, daring her to say what was on her mind.

“You know what,” she retorted, her voice carrying a hint of mock sternness as she pointed a finger at you. Her smile never faded, though, and without another word, she began to clamber back over you, moving with an effortless grace that made your breath catch.

As she settled down, her body pressing against yours, the familiar charge of electricity crackled back to life between you. It was as if the very air around you hummed with energy, every point of contact between your bodies sending sparks through your skin. Her warmth seeped into you, making you hyper-aware of every inch of her, the closeness of her breath, the rhythm of her heartbeat, the way her hair brushed against your cheek.

You lifted a hand, your fingers trembling slightly as they found their way to the back of her neck. The warmth of her skin against your palm sent a shiver down your spine, but you didn't hesitate. With a gentle tug, you pulled her closer, guiding her towards you with an irresistible need that had been simmering just beneath the surface. The space between you disappeared in an instant, and your lips met hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

You arched into her, your body instinctively seeking more of her warmth, more of her touch. The kiss was fierce, filled with a raw intensity that left you both breathless. It was a clash of desire, both of you giving as good as you got, lips and tongues moving in a heated dance that demanded everything and gave even more. The world around you seemed to blur, fading into nothingness as the only thing that mattered was the taste of her, the feel of her pressed against you, and the intoxicating way she responded to your every move.

You gasped, the sound escaping your lips before you could hold it back, as her thigh slid between yours with an effortless precision. The sensation was immediate, a shockwave of pleasure coursing through your body, igniting every nerve ending. Her muscles flexed against you, firm and powerful, and the friction was enough to make your breath hitch. It felt like electricity was dancing through your veins, each spark traveling directly to the core of your being, making your skin tingle with a fiery intensity.

A moan spilled from your lips, unabashed and raw, the sound of your desire filling the space between you. It was a sound you couldn't suppress even if you tried, a wanton expression of how deeply you craved her touch, how desperately you needed more“So sexy,” Lena breathed against your skin, her voice low and filled with a husky reverence that sent a thrill through your entire body. Her words were a caress in themselves, making you shiver as they lingered in the air between you. You could feel her breath, warm and teasing, ghosting over the sensitive spots of your neck, each exhale stirring the hairs there as her lips brushed against your skin. Her fingers, light and tantalising, began their descent once more, trailing down your body with a deliberate slowness that made you ache with anticipation.

Her touch was both gentle and electrifying, setting your nerves alight as she traced invisible patterns along your skin. The tension built with every inch she traveled, your body responding to her in ways you couldn’t control. You could feel the heat pooling deep within you, your breath coming in shallow gasps, your heart pounding in your chest like a drumbeat.

“Can I?” Lena’s voice was barely more than a whisper, the question hanging between you, heavy with promise. But you didn’t need to think, didn’t need to hesitate. You were nodding before she even finished her sentence, your need for her overwhelming any semblance of restraint.

“Yes, yes, please. Lena, please,” you begged, the words tumbling out of you in a rush, raw and unfiltered. Your voice was thick with desperation, each syllable laced with the fervour of your desire. You wanted her, needed her, more than anything, and you weren’t afraid to let her know. The way you said her name was almost a plea, your eyes locking onto hers, silently urging her to continue, to take you where you so desperately wanted to go.

Slowly, almost agonisingly so, she let her fingers glide over your skin, parting your flesh with a deliberate, teasing touch. The pace was torturously slow, every second stretched out as she took her time, savouring each moment, each reaction she drew from you. The anticipation built with every heartbeat, your body humming with the intensity of the moment, straining toward her with a desperate need for more.

When her fingers finally reached their destination, she paused, and you could hear the sharp intake of her breath, a gasp of surprise mingled with desire. The wetness she found there was undeniable, a testament to how much you wanted her, how much you had been aching for this touch. The sound of her gasp sent a shiver through you, a silent acknowledgment of the effect you were having on her.

Her fingers began to move, exploring you with a careful, attentive curiosity, as though she was mapping out every inch of your most intimate places. Each stroke, each delicate brush of her fingers, was like a spark igniting a fire within you, making your body respond instinctively to her touch. The way she moved was almost reverent, as though she was discovering something precious, and the slow, deliberate pace only heightened your arousal, making every moment feel like an eternity.

You couldn't quite pinpoint the exact reason for the overwhelming sensations that coursed through your body, but it was undeniable that everything was intensifying far faster than you could have anticipated. Was it the way your body had already been wound so tightly with anticipation, each touch from Lena pushing you closer and closer to the edge? Or perhaps it was how intimately Lena knew you, her familiarity with your every curve, your every weakness, allowing her to play you like a finely tuned instrument, hitting all the right notes with unerring precision.

But deep down, you knew it was more than that. It was Lena – the fact that it was her doing this to you, her hands, her lips, her voice coaxing you into a state of complete surrender. The sheer intensity of it all – the way Lena seemed to understand exactly what you needed without you having to say a word – only amplified the pleasure that was rapidly building inside you.

Embarrassingly quickly, you felt it start to happen, that familiar but almost overwhelming sensation beginning to gather within you. It was like a bubble, fragile yet unstoppable, growing larger and larger with each passing second, threatening to burst at any moment. The pressure mounted, your breath hitching in your throat as your body tightened in response, every nerve ending alive with sensation. You could hardly believe how quickly you were unravelling, how fast Lena was driving you to the brink, but there was no stopping it now – the bubble was on the verge of bursting, and all you could do was give in to the inevitability of it.

You groaned, a deep, primal sound that resonated from the very core of your being, as she finally sunk her fingers inside you. The sensation was immediate and intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent a jolt of electricity through your body. The stretch was a delicious sting, one that made your muscles tense and your breath hitch, a reminder of just how desperately you had been craving this connection.

The feeling of Lena’s fingers sliding deeper, filling you completely, was almost too much to bear. Your back arched off the bed, your body instinctively seeking more of that exquisite pressure, your hips lifting to meet her touch. It was as though your body had a mind of its own, responding to her every movement with a raw, uncontrollable need. The tension coiled tighter within you, a fire igniting in your belly that spread outward, consuming every thought, every sensation, until all that existed was her touch and the intoxicating pleasure that came with it.

Each thrust, each subtle twist of her fingers, sent waves of ecstasy crashing through you, your senses heightened to the point where every detail became magnified – the way her skin brushed against yours, the sound of your mingled breaths, the warmth of her body hovering above you. The delicious sting of the stretch only amplified the pleasure, pushing you closer to the edge, making you cling to her as though she was the only thing anchoring you to reality.

“Are you close, baby?” Lena's voice was soft yet filled with an unmistakable urgency, her words dripping with both tenderness and desire. Her breath brushed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine, but you were too far gone to respond coherently. Your body was a live wire, every nerve ending on high alert, and all you could manage was a ragged gasp as your eyes screwed shut, your breath coming in short, desperate pants. You were teetering on the edge, your mind clouded with the overwhelming intensity of the sensations crashing over you.

“D-don’t… don’t stop,” you finally managed to stammer, your voice trembling with a mixture of need and desperation. The words were barely coherent, slipping past your lips in a breathless plea, as if they were the only thing you could cling to in this storm of sensation.

Lena’s response was immediate, her voice a soothing anchor in the maelstrom of pleasure. “I won’t, I’ve got you, baby,” she murmured, her tone steady and reassuring, but laced with an undercurrent of passion that made your pulse race even faster. “You look so good, sound so sexy too. I can feel how tight you are, how hard you’re squeezing me.” Each word was like a spark, igniting the fire that was already blazing within you, pushing you closer and closer to the brink.

Her voice was a tantalising mix of praise and promise, and every syllable seemed to resonate deep inside you, amplifying the pleasure that was threatening to overwhelm you. “I bet you’re so beautiful when you cum,” she added, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you.

Each word she spoke brought you closer to the edge, the tension in your body winding tighter and tighter, until it felt as though you might shatter from the sheer intensity of it all. The bubble within you swelled to its breaking point, ready to burst at any moment, as Lena continued to work her hand in and out of you with a steady, relentless rhythm. The way her fingers moved, the way she knew exactly how to push you to your limits, was driving you wild, and all you could do was hold on, every fibre of your being focused on the inevitable, earth-shattering release that was just within reach.

“Cum for me, baby.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head, the intense pleasure making it impossible to keep them open. The world seemed to tilt and blur as your senses were consumed by the overwhelming tidal wave of ecstasy. Your body arched involuntarily, a visceral response to the intense sensations coursing through you. It was as if every muscle in your body was trying to stretch, to reach out and embrace the intense pleasure that was building to a crescendo.

A guttural groan escaped your lips, raw and primal, as the first wave of your orgasm hit you. The sound was a reflection of the sheer intensity of what you were experiencing, a vocalisation of the bliss that was beyond words. The pleasure surged through you like lightning, an electrifying current that seemed to pulse through every nerve ending, igniting each one with a blinding brilliance. The sensation was so powerful it felt almost like an out-of-body experience, as though you were floating above yourself, completely enveloped in a storm of bliss.

The waves of ecstasy crashed over you in rapid succession, each one more intense than the last, washing away any remnants of coherence and leaving only the pure, unadulterated sensation. Your body shook with the force of the release, the contractions deep within you melding into a rhythm that seemed both endless and exquisite. The lightning of pleasure danced through your veins, making your skin tingle and your breath come in ragged gasps.

As the waves of your climax slowly began to ebb, you were left in a state of blissful exhaustion, your body still arching slightly as the aftershocks of your orgasm lingered. The intensity began to fade, but the lingering warmth and the residual pulse of pleasure left you feeling both spent and satisfied, a soft, satisfied sigh escaping your lips as you slowly came back to yourself.

“I was right,” Lena said softly, her voice a soothing murmur as she leaned in to press a gentle, tender kiss to your forehead. The touch of her lips was warm and affectionate, a delicate counterpoint to the intensity of the moments that had just passed. Her kiss was a silent affirmation of her feelings, a gentle reminder of the connection you shared, and it left you feeling both cherished and vulnerable.

“Huh?” you asked, your voice a mixture of confusion and lingering pleasure. Your mind was still hazy, struggling to catch up with the present moment as you tried to make sense of her words. The clarity of your thoughts was just beginning to return, and you were still enveloped in the afterglow of your recent release.

“You look so beautiful when you cum,” Lena explained, her tone tender yet imbued with a sincerity that made her words all the more impactful. There was a softness in her gaze, a deep admiration that shone through her eyes, making it clear that her compliment was heartfelt and genuine. She seemed to be drinking in the sight of you, her eyes tracing the flushed contours of your face, the way your hair was slightly tousled, and the lingering traces of bliss that still adorned your features.

“Shut up,” you muttered, a blush creeping up your cheeks despite the lingering warmth of her touch. The compliment was unexpected and flattering, but it also made you feel a bit self-conscious. The heat rising in your cheeks was a testament to how deeply her words affected you, leaving you both embarrassed and pleased. You couldn’t help but hide your face a little, your shyness contrasting sharply with the intimacy of the moment.

Lena’s smile widened, her eyes twinkling with a mix of affection and amusement. She didn’t push further, allowing you the space to recover from the intense emotions, but her presence was comforting, her touch a constant reminder that this was real. “Never. I will never stop praising you, baby.”

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[woso-lover]

Home is, whenever I'm with you | Lena Oberdorf

Lena Oberdorf x german!bayern munich!reader

Summary: Lena suprises you with her move to your childhood club. To finally be with you properly.

Warnings: a bit of angst, fluff

English is not my first language

Masterlist

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Girl, I never loved one like you

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You grew up in Munich. Everything you know is there. Your famil. Your friends. Your bestfriend, Sydney. Your club.... Everything you loved was in one place. Exept your home, your lover, Lena Oberdorf. She plays for Wolfsburg. That wouldn't be the problem, even trought its the rival, but Wolfsburg is too far away from Munich, to see each other more then once in a month. And its slowly infecting your realationship.

It's started when you both grow out of the honeymoon phase. That doesn't mean you're stopped being smitten about each other. But the distant made it worse. A 6 hours drive or a one hour flight. It started to come to much.

It wasn't because of the lack of trust you have for each other. You trust each other very much. But you missed the closeness, the cuddles or the kisses. The things you would only get, if you play each other or in the german camp. It was rarely that one come to visit the other. To caught up with training for your clubs.

So everytime the national break started, you follow each other like lost puppies. It's mostly Lena, who follows you everywhere. Her Wolfsburg teammates will tease all the time, when the break is going to start or gets closer. But she doesn't care. She only cares about being close to you.

But you follow her everywhere too. And your teammates tease you about that too. Like obi, you don't care either. You're just happy being with her again.

-

To the problem is only one solution. One has the move clubs. But you both are too stuborn.

"I'm not moving away, liebling. (Darling) I have everything here."

"I change would look on you, baby. You can't always stay in the same place your whole life." Obi argues back on a face time call. It wasn't a fight. More like a discussion, in wich you both bring the same arguments over and over again.

"You know i can't handle change. And it would be a change for you too."

"I know you can't. And i already had a change. I moved from Essen. There wouldn't be so much change. You know half of the from national and you got friends with Lynn."

You look away, to the wall, feeling defeated. "Ha Gotcha, Schatz. (honey)" Obi said happily. "If you move to Bayern, you can play with and see Lea more often." You knew what the Lea card would do. You know that Lena misses to play in the same team as Lea, like in Essen.

"Didn't you wanted to show me your new tattoo idea?" Obi distracts from the topic.

You knew Obi wants to distracts from the topic. She was a bad loser and she knew how right you were, Obi just didn't want to admit that. So you played along.

"What do you think of something like that?" You showed her a page from your sketchbook.

Since then none of you dared to bring up the topic again. In the meanwhile Obi has gotten an offer from bayern munich. She didn't know what to do with it. Should she tell you? Should she ignore it? These question were toturing her mind.

-

Her solution: She's going to ask on national break what you would say if she got an offer from your beloved club.

But unfortunately the right time wouldn't come to Lena. Everytime she was close of telling you something happened. So she finally decide to say it to you no matter what.

She walked into the chill room, wich she knew you mostly are. You were there but you talked with Sydney. She didn't mean to overhear, but she stayed as she heard her own name out if your mouth.

"I love Lena, but i don't know how long it's going to work" Obis face fell. She doesn't want you to think like that. She wants to be with you forever. With sad face she walks away. She talks to you after your conversation with Sydney. But she stopped as she heard Sydney speaking.

"Don't say stupid shit like that. It's going to work out. You both are so smitten and follow each other like lost puppies. It makes me love sick. It's getting to the point to become disgusting."

"Yeah because your Single" you chuckle and on Obis face a smile grows.

"But i'm serious. If you leave, then there would be nothing much different. You still have me and Klara. We still be friends and pull pranks on camp or annoy Laura. Okay? You still got us and the team. We're a big family." Sydney hugs you.

'That's why' Obi realized. You're scared that if you move, your friends will turn their back on you. Obi walked away with smile. Knowing what she's about to do, calling her agent.

-

You were more then suprised as Lena said she will be visiting for a few days, but gadly take it. With Lena being in Munich you were happier. Sydney and Klara took notice of it and asked themselves why. But they got the answer, when Lena picks you up from training.

"Hope it wasn't too boring, being alone." You kissed Obi. After you two broke apart, you hugged her. Behind your back Sydney, Klara and Georgia made gagging faces. Lena rolled her eyes at them.

"No it wasn't, Liebling" It really wasn't. It was exhausting. She was talking with the club, her agent and the Bayern coach. All to negotiate her move to Bayern Munich.

-

The day she signed the contract she had mixed feelings. The tought of leaving Jule behind haunted her. But the blonde told her to go, to get her girl. It made Obi feel a bit better about it, but not fully. The other side was excitment. To be near you. To kiss you everyday. To cuddle with you. To cook with you. To do everything with you.

-

Before the national camp in february the romurs of Lenas move spread over. You saw it too, of course. You didn't know how to feel. There was hope, but you knew to not trust rumors. And Obi wasn't a help either. She only said that she didn't know how or why there are rumors. It broke her heart to see your face fell, just to cover it up quickly with a smile.

-

On the 14th february her move to Bayern will be officinal. She came to munich for the day, because of valentines. She knew you had a came on the evening, so she took you on a date for lunch. The whole day you weren't allowed to look on your phone. You wondered why and asked her. She only told you it would ruin her suprise.

After lunch in your favourite restaurant she took you to your favourite park, in wich you finally were allowed to look on your phone. You looked confussed at her but did anyway.

"Now go on insta"

"Obi what have you done?"

"Nothing" she smiles at you.

You looked on your phone your confussed look turned into shock. You looked up at Obi, who smiled slyly at you. "Suprise?"

"You fucking idiot. I love you" You run to Lena and hug her. "But why would you do that? You didn't had to"

"I know. But i love you. And Bayern didn't Sound that bad." With that she kisses you. Happy play with you next season and to in with you

[summer-princess]

Far From Angry: Hardersson x Reader (Part 1)

Summary: You meet a stranger and her girlfriend at the bar. Things escalate quickly. Pairing: Hardersson x Reader Warnings: 🔞Smut. Mdni🔞 Disclaimer: Obviously fiction Words: 2778

Pt. 2

Ever since you entered the bar, the pretty blonde sitting a few stools away hadn’t taken her eyes off of you. 

You weren’t normally one for going out, especially without your friends, but the sound of music and unseasonably warm night air had drawn you out of your apartment, walking downtown to your favorite bar, ready to enjoy the evening. 

You were certainly enjoying the sight of the beautiful woman in the flowy white top, her sweet smile as she looked across the bar at you.

Her eyes didn’t leave you as she finished her drink, sliding her glass back across the bar. You blushed as she looked away, and you caught a hint of white teeth scraping across a pair of ruby lips. 

Fuck.

Taking a deep breath and gathering your courage, hoping you were interpreting her glances correctly, you hopped up from your stool and walked the few feet between you, hoping you looked more confident than you actually felt. As you sat down on the stool beside her, the pretty blonde tucked her hair behind her ears, turning her head to smile at you again. 

“Hi,” she said, and you caught the slightest hint of an accent, one you couldn’t quite place. 

“I’m Pernille,” she said, turning her stool to face you. She leaned forward, toward you, giving you the same  brilliant smile that had drawn you over in the first place.

You introduced yourself, pleasant shivers running up and down your spine as she made eye contact with you, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows, clearly waiting for you to continue.

“So, Pernille,” you said, matching her posture, hoping to convey just how interested you were in getting to know her and her pretty smile a whole lot better. “Can I buy you a drink?” 

Before she could answer, another blonde appeared over Pernille’s shoulder. Her hair was darker than Pernille’s, and the hand she put on Pernille’s shoulder was attached to a muscled arm.

“What’s going on over here, love?”

Love?

It was like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over your head as you processed the words.

Love.

She had a girlfriend.

Of course she had a girlfriend.

As the other woman, just as blonde and just as gorgeous, claimed Pernille’s lips with her own, you felt a humiliated blush rising to coat your cheeks. 

You wished that someone would break one of the legs off of the barstool and beat you over the head with it. Or that a freak sinkhole would open beneath the floor, somehow burying only you in the dirt. Because this was beyond your worst nightmares. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, not sure which one of them you were talking to as apologies began to spew from between your lips. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know, I didn’t mean… Fuck, I’ll just-”

You made to stand up, charting the path that would get you to the exit quickest, but before you could make your escape, Pernille reached out and grabbed your hand, clasping it in hers. You let out a tiny gasp, still on your stool, at the contact, your eyes flickering back and forth between your skin touching hers and the woman whose hand had moved from her shoulder to her waist, possessively gripping her flowy white top.

“Don’t go,” she said, voice somewhere between a command and a plea. Even though your heart was racing, your legs longing to carry you far away, it was enough to make you pause.

You looked back and forth between Pernille and her partner, beyond confused. There had been no mistaking the look in your eyes as you approached her, or the undertones when you asked to buy her a drink. But there was also no mistaking the fact that she had a girlfriend, a very pretty and very strong looking girlfriend who had, out of some miracle, not yet put you on the ground. 

“B-But,” you stuttered, trying to make sense of the increasingly odd situation in which you found yourself. 

“Y-You, your girlfriend- She’s already angry enough at me, I-”

You didn’t have time to finish your runaway train of thought before you were unceremoniously interrupted. 

“Do I look angry?”

You didn’t think you could stand looking at Pernille’s girlfriend any longer without wanting to light yourself on fire, so you didn’t. Instead, you stared at your nearly-empty drink, trying to think of how to escape this humiliating and bizarre situation with some of your dignity still intact.

You didn’t see the look they gave each other, but you definitely felt it when a hand grasped your chin, forcing your head upward. A pair of blue eyes met yours, clouded by mirth and something else you couldn’t quite place. Your eyebrow crinkled in confusion at the absence of anything identifiable as anger, a confusion that only grew when she spoke again.

“I’ll ask you again,” she said. “Do I look angry?”

Answering wasn’t optional this time, you could tell. So, trembling a little, you shook your head.

“N-Not really.” 

“Clever girl.”

Her voice, smooth and seductive and just a bit condescending, hit you like a jolt of electricity, and you couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through your body at the tone, from the tips of your fingers to between your legs. You quickly lowered your eyes again, hoping that she wouldn’t notice. 

The self-satisfied smirk on her face made it clear that your hopes were in vain.

“Magda, baby,” said Pernille, standing and taking her place at her partner’s side, tucking herself under the taller woman’s free arm. “I think she likes it when you talk to her like that.” 

Your mouth was slightly open, gaping in shock as you pressed your thighs together, unable to deny the arousal beginning to pool in your core. No matter how embarrassing Pernille’s words might have been, they were undeniable- the condescending tone of Magda’s voice made your mouth water, the need for the two of them to do what they wanted with you taking over your mind. 

“Oh, she’s so cute,” said Pernille, relishing the way you shuddered as she placed her hand on your thigh, fingers sliding upward and creeping closer to the hem of your panties under your new skirt. Magda nodded in agreement.

“Her face is all red,” she said, the two of them exchanging comments as if you couldn’t hear them speaking. You had an idea of where this was going, one that you desperately hoped was correct, and the thought of it made you press your thighs together with need. 

“I wonder what she’d look like all spread out on our bed.”

You gasped quietly, initial arousal only amplifying as they confirmed the thought that had been solidifying in your mind. With a squeeze of Pernille’s hand, Magda took a step forward towards you, her gaze piercing through you and making you whimper again. 

“Do you want this?”

Magda’s breath was hot against your neck as she whispered the question into your ear, and you were sure that she could hear your pulse pounding. 

You nodded so quickly that you could have given yourself whiplash, still gaping in disbelief even as she smirked, helping you to your feet and throwing a wad of cash behind her, payment for the drink you had tried to buy her girlfriend.  

This was actually happening. 

Their apartment was only a few blocks away from the bar, and when they guided you through the door, you had barely kicked off your shoes when you found yourself pressed against the wall by a pair of strong arms.

You hadn’t noticed Magda’s muscles back in the bar when you were refusing to look at her, but now that they were being used to pin you against the wall, they were difficult to ignore. You bit your lip, letting out a little moan, one which she immediately swallowed with her mouth. Magda’s tongue pressed insistently against your lips, and you didn’t waste any time before granting her access, letting her dominate the kiss. 

You weren’t normally this submissive- typically, you would have made at least a token effort to take back some control, but something about these women made that seem like a concept far too difficult and complex to grasp. So you let Magda devour your lips, her hands on your waist as you started to move again.

Guiding you backward into their bedroom, Magda’s hands migrated downward to your ass, giving it a hard squeeze. You could vaguely sense Pernille nearby, a few steps ahead of you, but you couldn’t see the way she’d already shed her top, tossing it carelessly aside as she flicked on the light switch in their bedroom.

When Magda stopped moving, hands on your ass stilling you as well, you felt the other woman come up beside you, but still shivered when she whispered in your ear.

“You gonna do what we tell you, baby? You gonna be a good girl for us?”

The coaxing voice in your ear made you tilt your neck in the opposite direction, exposing the soft skin to Pernille as Magda broke your kiss, releasing you from her hold.

“Uh huh,” you said, and were rewarded by a new pair of warm lips pressed against your own. Pernille’s kiss was dirty and tender at the same time, her pink tongue gentler than Magda’s had been but with a similar level of control and the identical result of making you crave more of her touch. 

“Let us give you what you need, honey,” said Pernille, voice saccharine as she pulled away from your lips. “Let us fuck you like you need to be fucked.”

Your nod was desperate, her words only adding to the copious arousal between your thighs.

“Good. Then strip for us, pretty girl,” she whispered in your ear before releasing her hold on your body, raising an eyebrow and fixing you with a coaxing smirk.

Blinking a few times to regain even a modicum of composure, you blushed as you pulled your shirt over your head, both of the women’s eyes locked on you predatorily as you set the garment atop their wardrobe, revealing your lacy bra. 

“So pretty,” said Magda, as you reached for the hem of your skirt. You had to wiggle your hips to slide out of the slightly-too-small fabric, a sight which made both pairs of eyes locked on you darken, the couple exchanging a look full of hunger. When the garment finally dropped to the floor, leaving you in just your bra and matching panties, you looked back over at them and found the pair exchanging a heated kiss of their own. Sensing your gaze, Magda pulled away from Pernille’s lips to raise an eyebrow at you.

“All of it.”

Your flush deepened as you undid the clasp of your bra, shrugging it off your shoulders and letting it join your skirt and top in the haphazard pile on the floor. With your breasts exposed to their hungry gaze and nipples beginning to harden, unprompted, into peaks, you reached for the waistband of your panties and let them slide down your legs, stepping out of them when they pooled around your ankles. 

You had somehow missed Pernille approaching you, the lighter blonde woman reaching out a hand and slipping it between your legs. You gasped at the sudden contact, unable to stop your hips from jutting forward, seeking friction against your throbbing cunt. 

It only lasted for a moment before she turned her head back towards Magda, giving her a smirk and a nod.

“Get on the bed, pretty girl.”

You nodded quickly, scurrying across the room and seating yourself on the edge of their sizeable mattress. One look from Magda told you that that wasn’t what she had meant and so, still blushing, you laid yourself carefully back against one of their pillows, hyper-aware of their eyes on you, gazes locked on the curve of your breasts and the copious arousal gathered between your pretty thighs.

You could tell what the order of things would be when Pernille walked toward the edge of the bed, lingering beside you without sitting down, and Magda climbed up immediately, her large hands pulling you just slightly further forwards to where she wanted you. 

“Open your fucking legs.”

Magda’s words weren’t a request, but the order was one that you were all too happy to obey. Letting your thighs fall apart, you watched, unbreathing, as the other woman pulled a hair elastic from her wrist and tied her blonde waves up into a careless bun. 

Feeling the bed dip beside you, you heard Pernille’s voice against your neck as she left a trail of kisses across the sensitive skin. 

“Magda’s going to taste you now.”

Barely had the words left her mouth then Magda’s tongue connected with your core, the woman wasting no time before licking a wet stripe over your soaking hole. You gasped, fingernails digging into your palm as you clenched your hands tightly, and the sound must have pleased the other woman, because her soft chuckle vibrated against your core. 

She took a minute to explore, warm appendage tracing a path up and down your cunt, unmoved by your breathy pleas for her to go faster, or to put her mouth on the one place you needed it most. 

“Patience, honey,” crooned Pernille, noticing your gyrating hips. “Stay still. Let her enjoy you.”

You sobbed in pleasure as Magda’s tongue swiped through your pussy again and again, Pernille’s soft hands tugging at your nipples. The woman between your thighs was talented, the wet muscle of her mouth lapping and kissing all the right spots, finally running her tongue across your swollen clit, even letting a hint of teeth scrape across your thigh once in a while.

You couldn’t have closed your legs if you wanted to, a combination of Magda’s shoulders and her hands combining to hold them open.

“Stay still,” she reminded you with a gentle smack to one of your thighs.

Still, you couldn’t help but buck against her tongue, trying to get her mouth back on your clit.

“I told you to stay still,” said Magda with a growl, strong hands pushing your hips back down to the mattress.

A shudder ran up and down your body at her harsh tone. Pernille, you noticed, now had one hand on each of your tits, the strength in her arms a warning that, if you moved again, she wouldn’t hesitate to use that muscle to keep you pinned down with no choice except to take what her partner gave.

Your body shook with the effort of keeping still, of not allowing your hips to rock against Magda’s tongue, but you were rewarded by attention lavished on your bud, able to feel the other woman’s smile against your cunt.

You shuddered, feeling your muscles tighten as your peak began to grow closer. Apparently Magda could sense it as well, because she pulled her mouth away from you and reached for her girlfriend.

Pernille obeyed the summons, leaving you writhing on the bed, whining pathetically at the loss of contact as Magda pulled her in for a deep kiss. Your eyes went to the two women, unable to stop a groan as you watched them, Magda’s hands wrapped around Pernille’s waist as their tongues battled. As hot as the sight was, it only made you wetter as you realized that they were sharing the taste of you between them. 

Even through your haze, you knew that, no matter how desperate your cunt was for their attention, you couldn’t let your fingers drift down between your legs. They had made it clear since you met that they held the reins of control, that you were their plaything for the night.

“Pernille,” said Magda, rocking her hips subtly as Pernille pressed a line of wet kisses along her neck. 

“Look at her.”

Pernille’s eyes drifted back toward you, wriggling desperately on the bed, twisting your hands in their covers as you fought not to touch yourself. 

“God,” said Pernille. “She’s desperate, isn’t she?”

You made no move to deny her claim, rather nodding in confirmation. Any shock or disbelief you had felt at the situation you were in had certainly vanished, replaced with pure, undiluted need. 

“Please,” you whimpered, soaking pussy still perfectly visible between your spread legs. “Please, I need…”

You trailed off, the blush that was quickly becoming a familiar companion returning once again to your cheeks. Luckily for you, Pernille was able to translate the low moan which replaced the words you couldn’t find.

“I think she needs your cock, Magda.”

[midnight-ramblingswfc]

She enjoyed being back

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Coffee date ☕️

Leane Oberdorf x reader

warning : fluffy 💭 💗 ?

(my first language isn't english, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes)

Summary :

You had the most important exams coming up, the ones that determined if you had waisted the past 7 years of your life. Knowing this, your girlfriend decided it was best not to stress you out even more by telling you she injured her ACL. You only found out 3 weeks later on a coffee date, the first time you saw each other after the exam.

You finally had a moment to breathe. After weeks of extreme study sessions and the stress of your final exams, you were free. The first thing on your mind after finishing was meeting Lena. It had been weeks since you'd properly spent time together, after all her support for the exams, you couldn’t wait to see her.

Walking into your favourite café, you spotted her immediately. Your girlfriend sat in the corner by the window, her leg stretched out, a pair of crutches propped against the wall next to her. She gave you a bright smile as soon as your eyes met, but you couldn’t help noticing the crutches. They weren't there before.

- (L) Hey, stranger

Lena greeted, standing carefully, balancing on her good leg as she pulled you into a warm hug. The crutches clattered as she leaned against you for support.

- I’ve missed you.

You hugged her back tightly, heart racing.

- I’ve missed you too. What's with the crutches?

Lena’s smile faltered just slightly, but she waved you off, ushering you to sit down with her. Brushing off your question, she said :

- Let’s get some coffee first

You sat down, but your concern grew. There was something she wasn’t telling you. As you settled into the cozy atmosphere of the café, Lena handed you a cup of your favorite coffee.

- So, how did the exams go?

Her eyes sparkling with affection, you sighed, taking a sip.

- I think they went okay. I feel like I’ve been in a tunnel for weeks though.

Lena chuckled softly.

- Well, I knew you would ace them. I’m proud of you.

You smiled, but your eyes kept drifting to her crutches. There was no hiding the worry on your face.

- Lena, what happened? Why are you on crutches?

She bit her lip, her gaze softening.

- I was going to tell you after your exams... I didn’t want to stress you out.

Your heart sank.

- Tell me what?

Lena sighed, finally looking at you with a serious expression.

- I tore my ACL... three weeks ago.

The words hit you like a punch to the gut.

- Three weeks ago? Lena, why didn’t you tell me?

She reached for your hand across the table, squeezing it gently.

- You were so focused on your exams. I didn’t want to add to your stress. This was your moment, and I knew you’d worry. You didn’t need that on top of everything else.

You stared at her, a mix of emotions swirling inside you, shock, concern, frustration, guilt.

- But you were going through that, and I didn’t even know. I could’ve been there for you.

- I didn’t want you to be distracted and now that your exams are over, I wanted to tell you everything. I’m okay now, really. Surgery went well, and I’m starting my rehab. It’s just going to take some time.

She respond softly. You nodded, still processing her words.

- I just wish I’d known sooner. I hate the idea of you going through that without me.

Lena gave you a warm, reassuring smile.

- You’re here now, and that’s what matters. Besides, I’ve had plenty of support from the team. You’ve got me now, and I’ve got you. We’ll get through this together.

You looked at the crutches again, then back at her, feeling a rush of love and determination.

- I’m going to be there for you, every step. You’re not doing this alone.

Lena chuckled, her eyes shining with affection.

- I never thought you’d let me off easy.

She paused, lifting your hand to her lips and pressing a gentle kiss.

- But for now, let’s enjoy this coffee date. It’s been too long since we’ve just relaxed.

You smiled, feeling your heart swell.

- You’re right. We both deserve this.

The weight of the past few weeks began to lift as you shared quiet laughter and small talk.

The road ahead would be difficult for her, but you knew that whatever challenges came next, you’d face them together.

[pernillecfcw]

Blues reunited 🥹💙

[skipper1331]

Poser // Lina Magull

a/n: based off this request. Enjoy:)

You loved to take pictures since your childhood. It didn‘t matter If it was the sky, a tree, an animal or anything. Everything was perfect for a picture, you just had to have the right perspective (and some editing skills).

So as many people you turned your passion in to your job. You even had your own photo gallery and were internationally known.

Let’s just say, you did your job damn well.

A few years ago though, you got a job offer - Bayern Munich - you couldn‘t say no. How could you? Sports photographer? You loved it.

You met the staff members the first day in to your new job, they were all super nice and welcoming, thankfully the language barrier wasn‘t as difficult - you had been in Germany often enough to have a nice conversation. It made it easier to feel comfortable and like Munich could be your home for the next few years.

You didn‘t meet the team until the recovery training after their first game of the season. Alexander Straus introduced you so no one would wonder why you were traveling with the team or that you‘ll send them pictures in a high quality of them to upload on their social media.

And that‘s how you met your girlfriend. Lina Magull.

The moment she saw you, she was intrigued by your beauty and your work.

It didn‘t take her long to ask you out and eventually to be her girlfriend. Strong years as a couple ahead of you.

-

It was a hot summer day, pre-season had officially started and everybody was full with new energy.

You trailed along the pitch where the girls did their drills, your camera at the ready. The lightning was great, it made your job a lot easier and you wouldn’t have to edit too much later on. Taking more pictures of the new signings then of the rest was normal at the pre-season time. It was your job to present new players and enchant fans. But you took many pictures of everyone in general.

"Liebe! Soll ich für dich posen?" the german yelled as she saw you frowning at your camera, the typical wrinkle between your brows, biting your lip in concentration. As respond you lifted your camera, looking through it. The midfielder loved to pose for you, it didn‘t matter If it was on the pitch or behind closed doors, she enjoyed seeing you work. Two birds with one stone.

She started off with a few jumps, her arms stretching in all directions, then some dance moves. Slow dance, party moves as if strangers were around and moves as If she was wasted and with you and/or her friends. Your finger was almost constantly clicking on the camera's shutter button. There will definitely be some really good pictures.

Some girls even joined her and started to dance the Macarena dance. It was funny as hell.

The Munich girls respected you, not only because you were Linas (long term) girlfriend, but also because you were funny and sweet. As well they liked the pictures you took of them. You had a good instinct for the camera, years of practice, and also a good human instinct, you knew which pictures the girls liked of themselves and which they didn't, without them ever seeing some of the pictures. That’s what made you and your talent special. That little certain something, your own style hidden in every picture, your signature touch. You were an important part of the team.

"Are there any good pictures, my love?" the german asked, wrapping her arm around your waist. When did she get to you?

"I think so, they‘re always great when you‘re there" you giggled, winking. "Such a flirt" she laughed before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "hey! you are just photogenic" you chuckled, clicking rapidly on the camera to annoy her, yourself going down in crazy positions to 'get the right angle' as she already did new poses; kissie faces, heart shapes out of her hands.

"You‘re a total poser" you chuckled, refering to one of your favorite marvel movies. "You did not just use a Black Widow quote on me, did you?!" she yelled, walking backwards to her team mates, her eyes still on you.

"What If I did?"

The german always mocked you for the love you had for the marvel universe yet secretly enjoying the times were you would force or beg her to watch them with you. The excitement your eyes held as she gave in. She even cried watching Endgame (who wouldn‘t??)

To make you happy and laugh, your girlfriend jumped up before landing in the typical Black Widow pose which she corrected slightly on the floor. You immediately lifted the camera and took a photo. Only one. It would have ruined the moment if you had taken several, somehow you knew that it was the photo.

You couldn‘t help yourself but whisper, "such a poser" one of the most iconic lines of the one and only Yelena Belova.

-

While the girls were in the gym, you connected your camera to your laptop about to finish your job for today. You edited the important pics and sent them to the respective player. Editing does take a certain amount of time so the remaining pictures would get your attention at home on the couch or the bed, something comfy.

The knock on your office door pulled you out of your daydreams, your girlfriend standing in the frame "Ready to go home?" she asked. You answered with a nod and grabbed your belongings before walking out of your office, your fingers interwining with the midfielders.

At home, the two of you watched some random football match, the brunette laying exhausted on your chest while your hand massaged her scalp. As soft snores filled the room, you looked at your phone - the picture of your favorite girl in the Widow pose as your new backround. No editing needed, the picture was perfect just as you had predicted.

Maybe one day there‘ll be a special Lina Magull exhibition in your gallery - you definitely had a lot of perfect pictures of your favorite poser.

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translation:

Liebe - love

Soll ich für dich posen? - Do you want me to pose for you?

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[alexbkrieger13]

[imverits]

[leennaan]

For the anon who asked if I could write something for Klara. I hope you like this one☺️

Klara Bühl / Family Talks

You were sitting in Klaras and your living room, having a nice day with some of your friends and family.

Just enjoying the day before the both of you would be flying out to Australia for the biggest tournament of your life.

You loved these moments. You have always been a family person and you were behind happy that yours and Klaras family got on so well together. Since you two became close friends three years ago, when you both joined Bayern at the same time your family’s got to know each other often meeting up before games to watch them together.

And since you guys started dating almost a year ago everyone grew even tighter.

You were just talking to your sister when you saw your little niece came running in from the garden laughing and giggling your girlfriend coming in behind her, chasing her.

You watched as Klara grabbed her by her waist lifting her up in the air and blowing a raspberry on her stomach making the little girl laugh even more.

“Klari, stop stop that tickles, please.” Your niece laughed and you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face.

Klara sat her bag down and kissed her forehead. Your niece smiled at her and hugged Klara around her waist, or more so her legs being to small to reach anything higher up before Klara crouched down to her level and rapping her own arms around the small girl.

“She is really good with her.” Said your sister, startling you slightly.

“Yeah she is.”

“You know. I think you are going to be great parents one day.”

You felt your cheeks getting warm and you tried to hide your blush by looking down.

It wasn’t the first time someone had said something like this to you or Klara. Your teammates, especially Sydney, often making a comment or two about it whenever you two were around children.

When Almuth brought her twins to the trainings camps with the national team the comments only got more. You two always being able to calm them down or getting them to laugh.

“You know. We talked about it. Becoming parents I mean.”

Klara had asked you about it one evening at camp and you had first freaked out saying that you wouldn’t be a good mum and exclaiming that you were to young and that you wanted to focus on your career. Klara had instantly calmed you down, saying that you would be a great and caring mother and that she hadn’t mean right now but maybe in the future.

“I can’t wait to see you two with your own little one running around and keeping you busy.”

Your sister smiled at your and pulling you into a warm hug.

When you looked back at your girlfriend you saw that your niece was now sitting on her lap and listening to Klara reading her a story. You watched as your niece slowly drifted asleep in your girlfriends arms. Once she was fast asleep, Klara carefully stood up, with your niece still in her arms and came over to you.

She smiled at you and sat next to you.

Pulling her into your arms you smiled down at the little girl still sound asleep.

“She is so cute” Whispered Klara to not wake her up.

You nodded slowly stroking over the little girls head.

Once Klara had come over your sister had left saying she wanted to talk to Klaras mother about something but you hadn’t really listend already to focused on your girlfriend.

“It suits you, you know. You have this special smile on your face when you are with kids.” You smiled at her and watched as she first smiled at the girl in her lap before she looked back at you. She leaned over to you, kissing you lovingly.

“Can you imagine us as parents? I know we talked about it once but everyone seems to think that we would be such great parents and I can’t help but think about it and I know it will not happen any time soon we are both in the middle of our careers but I can’t help to think about it.” Your girlfriend rambled on quietly and you had to giggle. She was just so cute whenever she was nervous about something.

“I love you. And I honestly think that we will be good at it. I mean no one is perfect and everyone makes mistake. But I think we will manage. When you first asked me I was scared but now I think we will somehow master it. Let’s just wait a bit more, yes?! I don’t think I am read just yet to have so much responsibility for such a little human being. I want to be a bit immature for now.”

Once you finished you pressed another kiss on Klaras lips and you felt your girlfriend smiled into the kiss.

“Yeah, I want to have you for myself for a bit longer.”

[helen-with-an-a]

Lena Oberdorf

Enemies to Lovers fic?

It isn't really enemies to lovers but I think it's kinda cute? I hope you enjoy it <3<3<3

Hatred

Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Description: A miscommunication led to years of hatred between R and Lena

Word Count: 2k

It had been a pretty rough ride for you to say the least. You were just 15 when you made your professional debut. At the time, it had been all you ever wanted, professional football at such a young age. Who wouldn’t want that? But like most young players who started their career too early, you were plagued by injuries. An ACL at just 18 years old and a meniscus tear at 20. It had been a long, long road to recovery, but you were just beginning to reach the levels you once were. The previous season had been your first full one back since you were 18 years old and you were storming ahead.

You had completed the season with SGS Essen, and you had gone from strength to strength. It was a true come back story. A player riddled with injuries becoming integral to her team’s defensive line. In fact, you were doing so well that you were gaining attention from top teams all over Europe.

You hadn’t really intended on moving teams, you still had a season left on your contract with Essen, but this was an offer no one could pass up. It happened late in the transfer window. Just days before it closed. Your agent had called and you were in a meeting with the higher ups within hours. You didn’t really want to leave – you liked it at Essen, there was pressure to perform well, of course there was, but there wasn’t the intenseness that you had felt prior to your injury.

You had been expected to make the move to Wolfsburg during the Covid outbreaks, but during a training session with the club, you had felt the pop and heard the snap. Wolfsburg rescinded their offer for you as a young defensive midfielder, arguing that nothing had been signed and stating that they couldn’t take you on since you would cost them so much time, money and effort to get fit again. It was a risk they weren’t willing to take. It had broken your heart when you were told, but with a little cajoling from your teammates and the staff at Essen, you had turned that disappointment into fire. A fire to be better than you ever were before.

Your heart had shattered into a million pieces when you found out who Wolfsburg had signed instead of you. The same age, the same position, hell even the same team. Lena’s farewell picture and signing announcement happened within moments of each other. To say you were devastated would have been an understatement. You were friends. Good friends. Maybe there could have been something more between you if the time was right. Was that why it hurt so much when she had disappeared without warning, without telling you? Maybe that was why it felt like she had just thrown you under the bus. Your loss was her gain, right?

You never anticipated that you would be doing the same thing to her a few years later. You hadn’t quite made it back to the international level just yet, but you were getting there. You still had many friends on the team, so you liked to watch their games. You saw her go down and knew almost instantly what it was. You saw the way her knee popped and moved. You heard her shouts. Your heart was breaking all over again as you saw her get carried off the pitch. You had debated messaging her – you had even gone so far as to click on her Instagram profile and go into the messages. You backed out when you saw what the last message you had sent was.

8th June 2020, 12:13

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yourusername: how fucking cute is that ^^^^

yourusername: also

yourusername: https://www.tiktok.com...

yourusername: I wanna make this for lunch ^^^^

lena_oberdorf: omg cutieeeeeee

lena_oberdorf: ooooo that looks so good

lena_oberdorf: ugh i want it now too

8th June 2020, 15:04

yourusername: You signed for Wolfsburg?

lena_oberdorf: Right?????? How insane is that?

8th June 2020, 15:34

lena_oberdorf: Y/N????

8th June 2020, 23:56pm

yourusername: You backstabbing bitch

9th June 2020, 01:37

lena_oberdorf: huh?

lena_oberdorf: what did I do?

lena_oberdorf: Y/N

lena_oberdorf: Is something wrong?

lena_oberdorf: Did I do something?

lena_oberdorf: Y/N/N?

lena_oberdorf: ????

10th June 2020, 12:40

lena_oberdorf: please

10th June 2020, 15:19

yourusername: Don’t ever talk to me again

lena_oberdorf: What did I do? Please? Y/N/N???

yourusername: Fuck off

You remembered everything. The pain, the hurt, the frustration, the fear, the anger. You didn’t mean a word of what you said, even back then and especially now. But how could she had signed to Wolfsburg when she knew that you were the young defensive midfielder they were signing for the upcoming season. The pain had settled into guilty not even 30 seconds after you sent it. But you were hurt and embarrassed and broken hearted.

You hadn’t realised that you were doing the same thing to her. You knew that she had signed for Bayern back in January. You had tried your best to ignore it, but it was major news in the Bundesliga. The transfer seemed almost rushed. One moment you were sitting rather happily in your little flat, the next you were in the SGS Essen’s main offices, and then you were in the car, pack up and ready to make the move down to Munich.

The dreams you had harboured since you were a child seemed within reach. The club’s history, the chance to play alongside some of the best players in the world, it was all you could think about. But the thought of leaving Essen weighed heavily on you. This club had been your home, your sanctuary during the toughest times of your life. The support from the fans, the camaraderie with your teammates, it all made leaving incredibly difficult.

The meeting with Bayern's representatives was intense. They laid out their vision for the team, how they saw you fitting into their plans, and the opportunities that awaited you. It was everything you had ever wanted to hear. But there was a part of you that kept thinking about Essen, about Lena, and about how history seemed to be repeating itself.

You had a sleepless night before making your decision. The messages with Lena replayed in your mind, reminding you of the hurt you had felt and the hurt you had caused. You didn't want to be the reason someone else felt that same pain. But you also knew that this opportunity was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. You had to take it, not just for yourself but for everyone who had supported you through your journey.

Your arrival was a little awkward. It was clear who Lena’s friends were and where they stood with you. It was a hard pill to swallow, considering a lot of them used to be your friends too, but that was in the past. You were here and had a job to do.

On the pitch, everything was fine. You were all professionals, and it was clear that you were doing your jobs. By the Christmas break, Bayern was well on the way to take the league title again and were doing well in the Champions League and the Cup as well. It was off the pitch that things became less friendly. Lena was recovering well, but it was clear she still had some work to do to get back to match day fitness. You were in the room with her the first time she ran on the treadmill. The memories were an almost constant in your mind, those first steps, the first run, the first time out on the grass. You couldn’t help yourself but look over and join in the cheering when she started up the machine.

It was afterwards that things took a turn for the worst. You had coincidentally finished in the gym the same time as her physio appointment. Normally, this was no bother, you had been skirting around in silence for months now and you were well-versed in ignoring each other. But this time round, she had slipped in the bathrooms. The small puddle of water that had been left by you after the shower was invisible to her as she made her way into the end stall.

You heard the shout and the loud clatter as she landed in a heap.

“Oh, my god.” You raced back into the room, intending to help her back to her feet.

“Don’t touch me,” she yelled. You took a step backwards, stuck halfway between leaning down to help and backing away from her anger. “Are you trying to fucking kill me or something?”

“Lena, I’m sorry. I-”

“What was it you called me? A backstabbing bitch? Takes one to know one, I guess.” She was standing now, her body seething in anger.

“Lena,” you tried to speak.

“No! You called me a backstabbing bitch for no apparent reason and here you are taking my spot on the team! What? Just ‘cos you couldn’t get into Bayern without a player being injured, you have to keep injuring me? Is that it?” Did she really think that?

“I-, No apparent reason? Fuck off Lena,” you shouted back, using anger as a way to mask the hurt. “You know exactly what you did. And talk about not being able to get into a club without an injury? Please, Wolfsburg only signed you since they couldn’t have me.” You snapped back

“What?” she spun back around to face you, your bodies so close you were almost touching.

“You are a total backstabber. You saw that Wolfsburg took back their offer and signed instead.” You willed yourself not to cry.

“Huh?” you could tell there was genuine confusion in her face.

“Wolfsburg’s offer? Back when you left Essen?”

“What about when I left Essen?”

“It was supposed to be me,” you exploded. “Wolfsburg told my agent that they could only afford one of the defending midfielders from Essen. I had the contract drawn up and everything. It was supposed to be me.”

The silence in the room was electric, the tension palpable. You were nose to nose. One slight adjustment and your lips would be on hers. Your breath hitched. Since when did you think of Lena like that? She was the bad guy here. Why were you thinking about that? She had been a friend, a really good friend. You would be lying to say that there wasn't something bubbling underneath. But then she left for Wolfsburg. Maybe that was why it hurt so much?

“Why didn’t you go?” Lena asked quietly.

“They took back their offer. I did my ACL just before I signed with them. And then you swooped in and took my spot. You knew how much I wanted to play with them. And you did it anyway.” The tears welled in your eyes. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. You cannot let her see you cry.

Lena's expression softened, her anger dissolving into something that looked like understanding, or maybe regret. She took a step back and resting against the sinks, shaking her head slowly. You tried to ignore the way your heart sank as she moved away.

“I didn’t know,” she murmured. “I had no idea. I would never have done that. Especially not to you.” She looked like she wanted to say more, but thought better of it.

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive gesture. “How could you not know? We were friends, Lena. We ... I ... You knew how much that offer meant to me.”

Lena looked up at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and pain. “I thought... I don’t know what I thought. I was told you weren’t going to be able to play, that your injury was too severe. When they offered me the spot, I thought it was because you weren’t an option anymore. I didn’t realise it was... I didn’t know it was because they pulled your offer.” She looked like she was reevaluating everything.

You stared at her, your anger battling with the seeds of doubt creeping into your mind. Could it be that she really hadn’t known? The timing had been so perfect, too perfect, but now, looking into her eyes, you saw the sincerity there.

“You really didn’t know?” you asked, your voice wavering.

She shook her head. “No. If I had known... I don’t know what I would have done. But I wouldn’t have taken the offer without talking to you first. You have to believe that.” She pushed herself off the sink, covering the small distance between you in moments.

The weight of her words settled over you, and the anger that had been your constant companion for so long began to fade, replaced by a hollow sadness. You had lost a friend over this, and maybe, just maybe, it hadn’t been entirely her fault.

“I’ve been carrying this anger for so long,” you said quietly, more to yourself than to her. “I blamed you for everything.” Her hand came up to cup your cheek. This wasn't new, you had been ... something ... back at Essen, never crossing that line but the boundaries had been blurred. Your skin felt like it was on fire wherever she touched you.

Lena nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. “And I’ve been carrying the guilt. Every time I saw you play, every time I saw your name in the news, I wondered if you hated me. I guess I know the answer now.” She rested her forehead against yours. She was so close. You closed your eyes, letting her cinnamon scent drift over you.

You both stood in silence, the weight of the past hanging heavily between you. Finally, you took a deep breath and looked at her.

“I,” you started, your voice shaking. “I ... I don't really know what to say. Maybe we can try again? I don’t want to hate you anymore, Lena. It’s exhausting.”

She smiled, a small, tentative smile, but it was a start. “I’d like that,” she said softly. “I’d really like that.”

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[katelynnwrites]

laura vs syd 🤣

[tresjoline]

So make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it… 💕✨🫶🏼

[midnight-ramblingswfc]

In honor of them being back on the same team again this time