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down bad | laura freigang
warnings: angst
word count: 346
summary: laura thinks she might just die because it would make no difference now that you have broken up with her
a/n: part of my taylor swift's 'the anthology' blurbs series
laura is so angry. she’s devastated too and hovering somewhere in the agonising in between.
just because you broke up with her doesn’t mean that she stops being in love with you.
that makes everything worse.
because while she is still down bad for you, you seem to have moved on from her perfectly well.
you don’t show up at training sessions with swollen eyes. you don’t skip team bondings. you look good, as if nothing has ever changed.
the blonde hates that she can’t say the same for herself.
loving you and letting you love her in return gave her a new perspective, showed her what she was missing.
she doesn’t know how to go back to where she came from. to how she saw the world before.
for a moment the striker had a love like no other. a love that she never dreamt of having. it had exceeded all her most hopeful of dreams.
but now it’s gone. her relationship with you is gone. you are gone.
yet, she still sees you practically every day and it takes everything in her not to scream at you.
to yell at you and ask how the hell you are okay when she is so far from it.
you are the reason why she is now down bad crying at the gym.
she pushes herself there until she can’t anymore. then she goes to the practice field and takes shots on goal until she’s completely exhausted.
until she gives up, lying on her back in the middle of the field, staring at the sky and fervently wishing that you would come back and pick her up.
pick her up and love her again.
she knows it sounds like teenage petulance but she thinks that if she can’t have you, she would simply say fuck it cause she was in love.
because she is still in love.
laura doesn’t want anyone, not if they’re not you.
so she decides that if she can’t have you, she might just not get up. she will simply stay down bad.
#starting off with down bad...#laura freigang#laura freigang x reader#laura freigang imagine#woso#woso blurbs#woso oneshot#woso x reader#woso fanfics#woso imagine#woso community#eintracht frankfurt frauen#gerwnt#dfb frauen#katelynnwrites#'the anthology' blurbs series
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how are you doing? anything new happen in your life lately? excited about anything?
i feel like it's been a while since i've asked :)
At the moment super tired but have to get ready for practice soon, not to much really. I think the only new thing is that my friend is gonna come and visit me, so definitely exited about that. Otherwise just planning travelling to be honest
How about you? 🤍🫶🏼
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thank you for your comment on my lea fic, it’s really sweet of you 🥹
ahhh it was just stating facts! your writing cheers me up always so i gotta appreciate it :)
take care mate 🫶
(and don't doubt ur writing skills, you're absolutely killing it!)
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Do you have any other writers or fics you’d reccomend? I’ve read all yours at LEAST twice 😭 they’re perfect
stop it! you are too sweet, literally blushing lmao!!
ugh i love reading on here, here are some lovely, amazing writers you should check out if you haven’t!!
- @wileys-russo
- @greynatomy
- @alotofpockets
- @lessi-lover
- @kamotecue
- @totaly-obsessed
- @lovinpelova
- @repulsiveliquidation
- @katelynnwrites
- @sunsetkerr
- @luellasplanet
- @beauwlwbarca
- @p0orbaby
- @awfcspencer
- @codiemarin
- @girlgenius1111
- @samkerrworshipper
- @woso-dreamzzz
- @flemingsfreckles
- @pelova4president
i’m definitely missing some but i love you all!! please check them out, give them all your love and support ❤️❤️
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Hi dearie I hope you’re okay. Not new to WoSo at all but super new to tumblr and fics and fic writers. Just wondering if you had a list of people you’d recommend to follow for all the goodness. Thank you so much 🦋💙
Apologies if I forgot anyone 🫶🏻🫶🏻
@sunnyaelia
@girlgenius1111
@repulsiveliquidation
@desperate-gay
@inuyashaluver
@reminiscingtonight
@katelynnwrites
@woso-dreamzzz
@outsideratheart
@wosounited
@barcaatthemoon
@jadeysjasmine
@sporadicbeans82
@codiemarin
@awfcspencer
@tangerineluxury
@alessiasfreckles
@p0orbaby
@copper-16
@samkerrworshipper
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ona batlle fic recs
you are responsible for the content you consume‼️
✧*:·˚ hi everyone!! here is a list of all the fics that are my favs with tagged writers/authors ✧*:·˚
✧*:·˚ remember to like and reblog the works you enjoy in order to support each writer!! ✧*:·˚
✧*:·˚ however, make sure you read the information on each story themselves such as triggers & warnings ✧*:·˚
✧*:·˚ also, if you'd like me to remove your fic from this list, message me! ✧*:·˚
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◡̈ crush by @putellas14 ona batlle x reader
-reader tells alexia she likes ona while ona has a similar conversation with Jenni. can the team moms make these two get over their issues to tell each other how they feel?
◡̈ you didn't see anything? by @katelynnwrites ona batlle x reader | includes smut, skip the first few paragraphs if that’s something you’re uncomfortable with
-you and ona get interrupted during some rather interesting activities, clueing your national team in on your relationship
◡̈ on top of the world by ^ ona batlle x reader | smut, 1.2k
-ona celebrates her win at old trafford with you
◡̈ insegura by @footygirl114 ona batlle x reader
-feeling like you weren’t worth it was the norm for you, you have always struggled to break into the national team.
◡̈ falling (for you) by @randombush3 ona batlle x reader | 1.5k
-despite your precision on the pitch, you are somehow the clumsiest person ever when you are off it. your girlfriend doesn’t really mind though.
◡̈ good girl by @wosowrites ona batlle x reader | smut (praise k!nk)
-in which it’s ona and the readers first time sleeping together so the reader gets really nervous, resulting in ona taking over and showing her dominant side.
◡̈ puppy by @alexiabae aitana bonmatí x fem!reader x ona batlle | fluff
-aitana's jaw clenched immediately when she noticed who was laying on the ground. she ran quickly to her, pushing the rival away.
◡̈ red card by @skipper1331 ona batlle x reader
-el clasico. intense. exhausting. harsh.
#woso x reader#woso#woso imagines#espwnt#espwnt x reader#barca fc#barca femeni#ona batlle#ona batlle x reader#ona batlle imagine#fic recs
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Old Injuries
surprise! i’m back!
at least for this request anyways. this request came from a commenter on ao3! so thank you AnimeWeeb_2001!! basically they requested a one-shot with Hunter where the reader hurt her leg during a mission they were on together and kept it from Hunter until she literally collapsed and couldn’t walk anymore. basically some solid Hunter fluff.
and I am very happy to oblige!
so here it is! hope you all enjoy it!
masterlist is here!
taglist is here!
tagging: @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life; @marvel-starwars-nerd; @mackstrut; @dissapointingpancake; @ahsokatano-thetogruta; @welcometothepedroverse; @padawancat97; @fractiouskat; @mandaloriandin; @bantha-shit; @badbatch-simp24; @katelynnwrites; @s1st3r; @leotatombs; @torchbearerkyle; @rain-on-kamino; @the-navistar-carol; @bombshe77; @arctrooper69; @social-mockingbird; @littlebluebatbrat; @get-wr3ckered; @flowered-bicycles; @idoubleswearimawriter; @eris-k; @dangraccoon
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The mission itself was meant to be easy.
A quick in-and-out that didn’t require the entire Batch. Which is why it was only you and Hunter who went. And for the most part, it had been going smoothly.
You had both split up to cover more ground and make sure exit routes were clear. Hunter had commed you moments before stating that his path was clear and he was heading to the rendezvous point.
You had no sooner echoed your own confirmation of a clear path and turned off the comm when your foot stepped in a small hole and pain exploded throughout your leg. You instantly saw stars and your good knee hit the stone ground.
You forced your eyes open and looked back, seeing a small cracked hole in the pavement. If you had been paying attention, it was absolutely avoidable.
Back when you were a teenager, you injured your knee playing a game of boloball with some neighborhood kids. It was as simple as some torn ligaments and you had made a full recovery at that time. But occasionally, if it was particularly cold or if you slept strangely, it would ache.
In this case, all it took was stepping in a hole for the condition to flare up in the worst possible way. You knew you didn’t tear anything, at least you were pretty sure. It didn’t quite feel as painful as it did the first time, so you were fairly confident that you only slightly re-injured your knee.
But you had to admit, it kriffing hurt.
You let out a groan of pain, blinking your eyes to get rid of the fuzziness and tears. Your hand went to your knee, as you forced yourself to take a few deep breaths, trying to will the pain away or at least hope that it lessened to a more manageable level. But that was not happening.
Kriff this was bad.
Really really bad.
Hunter’s voice calling your name over the comm dragged you out of your fog. “-you okay? Are you there? Report. I’m at the rendezvous.”
“‘M fine.” You choked out a response, grabbing your blaster and forcing yourself to your feet despite the agonizing pain. “I’m almost there.”
You stumbled to the edge of the alleyway, bracing your hand on the cool brick of a building. You took a few deep breaths, in through your nose and out through your mouth. When your vision focused and you could breathe again, you started moving.
Each step was like agony. Your knee felt like it was on fire and every slight movement had pain shooting through your leg. It was far more intense than it had been in a long time, which worried you.
But you needed to focus. Hunter was relying on you for this mission.
You would not fail.
Pain was an old friend. You had this under control.
You spotted a figure in the distance among the busy market and you forced another deep breath into your lungs. The figure turned and you met eyes with Hunter who gave you a nod as you approached.
His eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you okay?”
You willed your heart to stop beating so rapidly and your breathing to calm down. You plastered a small smile on your face. “I’m fine, just ready to get this over with.”
Hunter let out a soft chuckle. “You and me both. Come on.”
He turned and headed into the crowd and you followed as closely as you could. The pain had not lessened in the slightest, in fact it had only gotten worse.
You may not have torn anything this time around, but if you kept walking on your leg, you just might end up reinjuring it.
Stop. Focus.
Hunter entered a building and you stepped in after him, taking a glance around the darkened bar. He took a moment to gaze around the bar before walking towards a booth in the back corner.
You headed for the bar, practically collapsing in a stool with a wince. A bartender appeared in front of you almost instantaneously.
“You look like you could use a drink.”
Normally you’d refuse.
Now was not the time or place to have a drink. You were on a mission and needed to be completely sober. But the throbbing, stabbing pain in your leg was a powerful motivator.
“Give me something strong.” You rasped out and the bartender grinned.
“Coming right up.”
While you waited, you again focused on your breathing.
Kriff you were so stupid. How could you do this on a mission? Hunter was relying on you and you injured yourself.
Kark.
A glass appeared in front of you and you gave the bartender a grateful look before lifting the glass and downing the amber liquid in one go. The burn down your throat momentarily distracted you from the pain in your leg. You could feel the warmth beginning to seep into your body and felt yourself take a shuddering breath.
You glanced over at the corner of the bar and saw Hunter speaking quietly with the man in the corner booth. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it didn’t look like it was going poorly.
At least not yet.
You heard the sound of liquid being poured and turned to see the bartender refilling your glass. When he saw your confused look, he chuckled softly. “This one’s on the house. You look like you could use it.”
You gave him a quick grateful smile that he returned before stepping away to tend to other patrons seated at the bar. You looked at the glass in front of you, fingers playing with the cool condensation on the glass.
You shouldn’t.
Your first drink wasn’t nearly enough to get you even remotely tipsy, but you really shouldn’t be drinking. Not while on a job.
But then you thought about your leg and the continuous stabbing pain.
And you downed the next one.
You pushed the glass away as the drink burned a path down your throat and again began to warm your limbs. You pulled out some credits, probably more than the first drink was for, but you wanted to repay the bartender at least something for his kindness.
You felt the ghosting of a hand at your back and turned to see Hunter with a bag now slung over his shoulder. His eyes flicked to the empty glass, but he didn’t say anything.
You stood up, clenching your jaw and the pain in your knee as it protested you standing on it again. The bartender gave you a small wave and you returned the gesture with a nod as you followed Hunter out of the bar.
As soon as you were back in the crowd, Hunter began to speak.
“Are you sure-“
“-did you get what we needed?” You interrupted and he hesitated for a moment.
You were only here to “recover” something that had been “stolen” from Cid by someone she’d managed to piss off, which didn’t surprise you. You honestly weren’t even sure if it was Cid’s to begin with, but she was insistent and concluded that a small party would be better, hence why it was only you and Hunter.
Your contact, the man in the corner of the bar, had “stolen” what was “stolen” from Cid and offered it for a price that Cid deemed acceptable. It was a ridiculous mission and you’d make sure to tell her when you returned.
“Yes. We can go.”
You took another two breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth.
You both moved fairly quickly through the busy market streets, heading to where you had parked the Marauder. You were almost there, almost home free.
You could rest your knee and finally get off this planet.
There was some movement in front of you and you looked up just in time to see two kids running through the street towards you. You barely had time to brace yourself before one of the kids ran into you, shouting an apology as they kept going.
Normally, it would have been fine.
But normally you weren’t injured.
You stumbled as a renewed pain shot through your leg and Hunter was quick to grab your arm, steering you away from the busy streets only a few turns away from where the Marauder was waiting.
So much for the alcohol.
Your uninjured knee hit the hard ground as you gasped for breath.
“Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?” Hunter’s steady hand at the crook of your elbow was steadying in a way, but it also reminded you that you were in the middle of a mission and couldn’t afford for this to be happening right now.
“I’m fine, just give me a second.” You choked out, trying to push aside the continually growing pain.
“What happened? Did you get hurt?” Hunter insisted. “Your heart rate is too erratic.”
“My knee.” You hissed.
You felt Hunter’s hand rest gently on your leg and you gasped as a flash of pain exploded through your leg. Your hand clamped on his wrist, as you inhaled sharply.
“Don’t.” You choked out and he was quick to pull away, arms raised.
“Can you walk?” He asked and you nodded.
“Yeah, just give me a sec.”
You took a few more deep breaths, feeling like the stupidest person in the galaxy for hurting yourself, even if it was an accident. After a few calming breaths, you gave a nod to Hunter and he looped an arm around you, helping you to your feet.
Once you were standing, he kept his arm in place, supporting you as you wavered slightly.
“Are you sure you can walk?” He asked and you gritted your teeth.
“Positive.”
You had a feeling he knew you were lying, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he helped you hobble back out into the busy streets towards the waiting ship. Thankfully, not many of the crowd paid you any attention, so some of your pride was still intact.
You were right around the corner from the ship when you knee buckled beneath you. But this time, Hunter was ready, easily keeping you upright. Before you could protest, he looped an arm under your knees and lifted.
You hissed in pain at your knee being jostled and Hunter breathed a quick apology.
“I told you I can walk.” You whispered as he moved quickly through the shipyard, the Marauder getting closer with every step.
“This is faster.” Was all he replied.
He was probably right.
Unfortunately.
You made it to the ship and Hunter climbed the steps with ease, setting you down gently in a chair. He gave your face a quick once over as you waved him off. The door to the ship hissed shut as he left you and began starting the ship for take off. . You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but the pain in your leg.
It wasn’t as harsh as before, but the throbbing was nearly unbearable and any movement had sharp pain shooting through your leg.
The ship jolted and you inhaled sharply, cursing under your breath.
A few moments later, as you were starting to feel like you could open your eyes again, you felt a gentle hand on your wrist. You looked up to see Hunter kneeling beside you, eyes soft in a way you only ever really saw him be with Omega. It had your heart clenching in your chest.
He gave your wrist a squeeze before he removed his hand and set down a medpack on the floor. As he riffled through it, he began talking. “What happened?”
“It’s an old injury. Normally it’s fine.”
“But not this time?”
“Apparently not.”
Hunter nodded as he pulled out a stim and quickly administered it with only a few curse words.
“When did it happen? Not the original injury, but this? Was it that kid?” He asked and you bit down on your lip.
You avoided his gaze until you heard him say your name softly.
“Right after we split up to clear paths and check the perimeter. I misstepped.” You replied and he only let out a soft sigh.
You knew that sigh.
He did it all the time when Omega and Wrecker mention they put more mantell mix on the tab, or when Tech stays up all night without realizing it, or when Echo neglects to mention one of his prosthetics gets too stiff.
It’s his “I’m disappointed sigh.”
And it’s never been directed at you.
You’d always had sympathy for the others when on the receiving end of the sigh, but it was another thing entirely to know he was upset because of you.
Kriff you’d have to apologize to the others. They were right. This is brutal.
“You don’t have to hide these things from me.”
Okay.
You were wrong.
That statement was even more painful than his “I’m disappointed” sigh.
“We needed to complete the mission, as stupid as it was. I wasn’t going to say anything because we couldn’t turn back. I knew we would finish it quickly and get back here where I could rest.” You said. “I know it’s stupid and I’m sorry for not saying anything. I just - I just didn’t want to compromise the mission.”
Hunter rubbed his forehead before sighing again. “You’re more important than the mission.”
You felt a pang in your chest and took a shaky breath.
“You got that? You can tell me these things.” He again said and you nodded softly.
“I got it.” Your throat felt tight, but you responded.
“Okay, now let’s see if we can patch up your knee.” Hunter pulled out the small medkit and you carefully sat yourself up fully, wincing at the sharp pain in your leg. “How did you hurt it initially? You mentioned an old injury.”
“I was a teenager. We were playing boloball in the streets and I tore some ligaments. It healed back then, but sometimes it flares up.” You said as he pulled out a brace and some bacta.
“How often does it flare-up?”
You sighed. “Sometimes when it’s cold or I step weird it bothers me, but for the most part it’s fine.”
“Except for today.” Hunter asked with a bit of a smirk and you let out a breathless laugh.
“Except for today.” You confirmed and he shook his head.
“Let’s get your boot off and see if we can get some bacta on your knee.” He said and you quickly leaned forward to untie your boots only for your hands to be batted away by Hunter’s. You watched, stomach swirling, as he very carefully untied your boot and removed it without jostling your leg too much. He then helped you very gently roll up your pant leg until it was slightly easier to access your injured knee.
Hunter wiped off his hands on a damp towel before beginning to spread the bacta onto your slightly swollen knee.
You did your best to not think about just how gentle he was being or how much it made your heart thump in your chest. You knew Hunter would likely be able to hear any changes in your breathing or heart rate, so you just focused on keeping them both as even as possible. But you weren’t sure if you were succeeding.
Hunter finished and while he washed his hands again in the small refresher, you slowly worked your pants back down over your leg since the bacta dried quickly. Hunter reappeared and pulled out the knee brace you happened to have lying around. He carefully secured it, helped you put your boot back on, and then assisted you standing up.
You swayed slightly, Hunter’s hands quick to grab your arms and hold you steady as you bumped into him. You weren’t able to stop the loud thump of your heart in your chest. You were both eager to get out of such a charged situation and also unwilling to move at all. Your hands gripped his arms and you resisted the urge to sway closer.
Hunter gave you a small smile before leaning forward, pressing his lips to your forehead.
It was at that moment that you truly felt like you stopped breathing. Your eyes closed and you wished to live in this moment for the rest of your life.
There was a sudden loud beeping from the cockpit and Hunter pulled away, clearing his throat. “Come on, we’re almost to Ord Mantell.”
He stepped away, offering his hand. You looked at his hand before looking up at him. He looked shy, more timid than you had ever seen him. It had a smile spreading across your face. You placed your hand in his and he helped you hobble to the cockpit and take a seat in one of the pilot chairs.
You gave his hand a squeeze before you let go and you felt your mood brighten further when you saw a faint darkening of his cheeks.
You turned to look at the controls, helping Hunter with the landing sequence after you dropped out of the hyperspace, feeling lighter and happier than you had in a long time.
Maybe the resurfacing of old childhood injuries weren’t a bad thing, because maybe, just maybe, they would lead to something new and exciting.
#aaaah#hope this was fluffy enough for you bb#for all of you really#asks#askBri#hunter x reader#the bad batch hunter#tbb hunter#tbb hunter x reader#the bad batch#tbb
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Anyastiawrites and plagerism
Hey guys, it's come to my attention that @/anyastiawrites has been copying other creators fics and changing the names, passing them off as her own.
For example, @/anyastiawrites posted Listen and Learn(Alexia Putellas x Reader) and it's the same fic as @/hope-drunk Bite The Hand(Abby Anderson x Reader)
hope-drunk's was posted July 10th
anya's was posted October 6th
Another one is @/sevikasleftpussyflap's Sev as a brat tamer(Sevika x reader) its the same fic as Disobedience(Mapi Leon x Reader)
Sevika's was posted August 1st
Anya's was posted September 28th
I was really sad to see this because I really liked the the woso fics however I don't think we should bash this writer but we should spread awareness.
I'm gonna tag these people so they know about it too:
@wosofics13 @batlleonafc @samkerrworshipper @lovewsl @yeeterthek33per @magnetized-by-mapi @futbol16 @katelynnwrites
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woso writers i’d recommend
• @wileys-russo - i absolutely love her fanfics, and would recommend one of her on-going works, childhood sweethearts. her imagines are well-written, and it’s quite lovely. also love the way she portrays the athletes, seems a bit fitting for them.
• @ohgrays - their works are always interesting to read, always found myself admiring how it’s differently written, like with its own uniqueness.
• @katelynnwrites - i love the individuality, how it’s creatively written and how the storyline is always portrayed.
• @desperate-gay - love their works and honestly looking forward to their future works.
• @greynatomy - their works are always a joy to read, i’d find them on my timeline and would always find it interesting.
now, for an upcoming woso writer—i would recommend
@nxghtstxne - i promise their works are worth reading, although she doesn’t have any works published as of now—however you should stay tuned. 🫢
however, tell me in the comments any writers that you suggest.
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Happiest of birthdays to one of my closest friends @katelynnwrites 🥳🎉❤️
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Still Worship This Love (Even If It’s A False God) | Laura Freigang
warnings: some serious smut so read at your own discretion
word count: 4004
summary: your girlfriend gets her turn to take an intimate set of photos
a/n: requested, the long awaited part two to Got Lovestruck (Went Straight To My Head), it can also be read as a standalone :)
Your girlfriend’s possessive.
You’ve known that from the very beginning of your relationship.
The extent of which you’re only just starting to find out.
‘My girlfriend.’ She introduces every chance she gets.
She holds your hand everywhere you both go and if her hand is not in yours, it’s in your back pocket. The blonde makes it known to your mutual friends, teammates and fans that you are hers.
The hickies she marks you up with makes it known to everyone else.
None of that is new.
What is new is the way Laura’s got you in her national team jersey and nothing else.
Freigang is the name prominently displayed on the back. Her number is printed there too.
‘Look at the camera.’ She instructs.
You do as she asks and she presses the shutter button down.
The Polaroid camera spits the film out and the striker hums in satisfaction. She sets it aside, fixing her gray blue eyes on you again.
‘Spread your knees for me.’
You’re helpless to resist her, parting your legs and giving her exactly what she wants.
The striker snaps another photo, the click of the camera making a rush of arousal shoot through your body.
‘Lau.’ You moan and she smirks.
‘You’re so wet. Is it because of me?’
Your cheeks flush red and the blonde laughs, settling her camera down for a moment.
She tilts your chin upwards, pressing her lips onto yours for a moment.
‘Don’t tease Laura. It’s not very nice.’ You pant when she pulls away.
The blonde looks even cockier than before, if at all possible.
You think you fall even harder for her when she says, ‘I love you like this. So beautiful and just for me.’
She gives you one more heated kiss before returning to her Polaroid camera and snapping a close up of your soaking cunt.
‘Laura.’ You moan.
Under her watchful gaze, you squirm on the bed.
Back in her usual position as the one in charge, she is content to make you wait.
Until you physically can’t anymore, begging, ‘Lau please.’
Your girlfriend quirks her eyebrow upwards, ‘What do you want me to do?’
‘Touch me please. Please Laura please.’
You fight the urge to play with your own clit, having been explicitly told by your girlfriend not to. She had wanted to take photos of how wet you are first.
Laura snaps another photo, relishing in how desperate you look.
‘But why? You’re practically dripping already and I haven’t even touched you yet.’
‘Please.’ You whimper and it is the way your voice fractionally breaks that has the German woman giving in.
Carefully putting her camera aside, she swings her leg over your body and grinds down.
You groan immediately, at the feel of her hips pressing against yours.
The blonde grins and palms your breast through the material of her jersey, causing you to whimper.
Your nipples are sensitive and they rub up against the fabric. Laura seems to sense how pleasurable it feels for you because she repeats the action, getting you to whimper her name before deciding to switch things up.
Her fingers pinch your nipples, twisting and pulling them slightly so that you gasp sharply.
‘Laura.’ You moan.
Your girlfriend leans up to kiss you, murmuring, ‘You drive me crazy you know? The way you say my name. The noises you make when I fuck you.’
As she speaks, the blonde slips two of her fingers into you.
‘Laura!’ You cry out.
The blonde sounds entirely satisfied as she coos, ‘Just like that.’
She thrusts her fingers a few times, her thumb finding your clit as she sets up a good rhythm.
Your knees tremble and she keeps kissing you.
When she brushes up against that special spot inside you, you have to break the kiss in favour of gasping.
The forward is very capable of stealing the air right out of your lungs and she delights in proving that over and over again.
Laura pushes another finger into you, letting you feel the stretch. Her thumb presses down on your swollen clit and she swallows your ensuing moan by capturing your lips with hers.
‘I want to try something. Can I try something new with you?’ She asks against your lips.
Your girlfriend sits back, giving you time to think.
It’s not unusual for the Eintracht Frankfurt player to bring kinks or toys into your relationship. She always makes sure you are comfortable beforehand and so far, you have been okay with everything she has wanted to try. You have loved it even, especially when it gives Laura pleasure.
It takes you a moment to catch your breath and when you do, you softly ask, ‘What do you have in mind?’
The blonde hesitantly bites her lip before going into the bathroom and returning with a small bag.
She hands it to you and you glance at her with some confusion, ‘Schatz?’
‘Look inside.’
So you do, a small surprised exhale leaving you.
To check if they really are what you think they are, you tip the contents of the bag out onto your palm.
Coloured glass butt plugs. In a variety of sizes and all with two initials embossed on them. The letters L and F, Laura’s initials.
‘Want to fill you up. To make you so full for me.’
You shiver at your girlfriend’s words. There is no denying how appealing that idea is to you.
It’s clear as day in how you practically beg, ‘Yes. Please Lau fill me up. Make me yours.’
The blonde moans, ‘Fuck you’re so good to me. So good for me.’
She can’t resist picking up her Polaroid camera and taking a photo of you, catching precisely how needy you look.
‘We’ll start small okay?
Laura selects the littlest of the plugs, a little pink one.
As she coats it liberally in lube, she gently says, ‘Remember to use your safe word if it becomes too much. The second it becomes too much, you let me know and we’ll stop.’
You nod quickly, completely focused on the delicate motions of your girlfriend’s fingers.
It’s almost mesmerising and the heat between your legs pool.
The German woman finishes what she’s doing and then easily slips back into her role of being in charge.
‘Get on your stomach for me.’
You obey immediately, the muscles in your ass tensing involuntarily.
Laura hands you a pillow to prop your head up against.
Despite her dominance, your girlfriend can’t help showing how deeply she cares.
She presses a kiss onto your back and then carefully runs her index finger up from your clit and through your crack.
The striker feels your gathered wetness coat her skin and it’s a lot but not enough for what she wants to do to you.
So she squeeze a generous portion out of lube onto her palm, letting the substance warm for a few seconds before she spreads it between your ass cheeks.
You can’t help the gasp that escapes, already so sensitive to the blonde’s touch.
She massages it in and you whine.
You need her in you and you need it now.
‘Schatz.’ You plead.
Laura grins and takes pity on you, pressing the plug against your ass.
You still immediately, the penetration overwhelming your senses for a minute.
Clenching around the glass plug experimentally, you find that you don’t mind the intrusion. In fact, as you squeeze around it again and again, you realise that you rather like it.
Your girlfriend gives you a minute to adapt, occupying herself by pushing her jersey upwards and scattering kisses onto your now exposed back.
‘I’m good Lau.’ You breathe, giving her the go ahead to do whatever she has planned next.
Experimentally, the Eintracht Frankfurt player presses down on the plug.
You groan out loud, tightening around the toy.
The plug has a flared base and Laura tugs on it lightly, fucking you with it.
Your fingers grip onto the pillow and your thighs quiver at the pleasure.
‘You look so perfect like this.’ Laura praises, her own cunt beginning to flood with arousal.
There’s the familiar click of her camera and you moan again as you hear it.
‘Can you take a bigger one? Can you let me stretch your gorgeous ass out more?’
‘Yes!’ You eagerly answer.
With some difficulty, you relax enough for your girlfriend to pull the toy out. It comes free with a wet noise that has you blushing a bright red.
Laura resists the urge to chuckle, instead opting for, ‘Don’t move.’
She looks over her plugs and her hand hovers over them before she picks out a blue one. This one is two sizes bigger and you give a quiet whimper as you see the one she’s chosen.
‘I said stay still. Or I won’t let you come.’
Right away, you turn back around.
Trembling with anticipation, you bite your lip as you wait for her to spread lube over the glass butt plug.
Laura takes her time, noting that the suspense seems to be making you more aroused.
She snaps a quick photo before putting her camera and the developing film aside.
With both hands free, she spreads your ass cheeks apart, placing the blunt head of the toy against your hole.
It’s much thicker than the one before but with the copious amounts of lube and steady pressure, it begins to slip inside you.
Your tight ring of muscle has to stretch to accomodate the plug and the burn has you groaning Laura’s name.
‘Full. So full.’ You pant when it’s halfway in.
The blonde pauses. The plug is certainly bigger than the previous one but she had thought you could take it, given how easily you had taken the earlier one.
Realising why your girlfriend is stalling, you assure her, ‘Don’t stop Lau. Feels nice too, I promise.’
Your pussy is aching when Laura resumes applying a firm pressure to the plug.
She’s slow about it but eventually, it slips in.
You cry out as it does and the striker heaps praise onto you.
‘You look so beautiful. In my jersey and made so full by me. I love my initials in you.’
The last part has you moaning, ‘Am yours. Always will be.’
Laura moans herself, ‘You don’t know what you’re doing to me.’
Her fingers play with the plug in you, each nudge eliciting a whimper or whine from your lips.
It builds up and the blonde smiles knowingly. She relishes in it, knowing that you are coming close to your climax.
She is proven right shortly, when you choke out, ‘Please may I come?’
The movement of the plug in you has you on the edge and you intentionally clench around it.
Instead of deigning to reply to you, Laura presses her palm harshly against the base of the plug.
It forces it deeper into you and you sob, entirely taken by surprise.
There is no describing the sort of sensory input that rushes through your body. Your clit pulses and the muscles in your ass flutter around the toy involuntarily.
Tears form in your eyes and your fingers grip onto the pillow desperately.
‘Laura. Laura. Laura.’ You mumble hazily, lost in the influx of sexual gratification.
Vaguely, you register the clicking of a camera.
It continues for a few minutes until your girlfriend’s attention returns to you and she gives the butt plug a brief wiggle, eliciting a wrecked moan from you.
Your moaning grows in volume when the German woman moves her fingers to your clit, drawing firm circles on it.
‘Stunning. You’re so stunning.’
Laura slips her two of her fingers into you and your ensuing cry is so loud that your girlfriend is glad that the neighbours are away.
She stops playing with your butt plug just to briefly pinch her own clit. It’s beyond swollen and Laura thinks she could come just from hearing you moan her name.
The striker scissors her fingers in you, the double stretch causing you to arch your back.
Laura groans at the feel of you around her fingers. She can feel your walls trembling around them and from experience knows that you’re close to coming a second time.
She pushes both the butt plug and her fingers in deeper, timing her thrusts perfectly so that they form an almost punishing rhythm for you.
You’re unconsciously rocking your hips back and forth, trying to meet your girlfriend’s thrusts to gain the most pleasure out of her actions.
The blonde can’t help adding a third finger, your cunt practically dripping for her.
‘Lau!’ You choke out.
‘Fuck you look so beautiful.’ The striker breathes.
She’s sure you are a work of art. The light sheen of sweat on your body has got her jersey sticking to your skin, both your pussy and ass a mess because of your copious arousal and Laura’s generous use of lube.
Your girlfriend knows heaven’s a thing. She goes there when she touches you.
The specific noises you make, the facial expressions you have when you orgasm…she is confident that only she can draw them from you.
She is in love with worshipping you. Your hips, your lips, everything about you.
The Eintracht Frankfurt player is drawn out of her reverie by the strained moan of her name, accompanied by your uncontrolled clenching around her fingers and toy.
‘Going to come. Please schatz.’ You beg.
Laura smirks. You’re right where she wants you.
‘No.’
You still in a desperate effort to obey her.
But you can’t stop her from teasingly stroking your puffy bud with her thumb. It’s almost too much, pushing you to the brink of your control.
‘Laura please.’ You beg, knowing better than coming without her permission.
Especially when she is in such a dominant mood.
‘No. You won’t come until I am finished with my photos.’
She slips her fingers out of you, eliciting a pitiful whimper.
The German woman is abundantly aware of the way your cunt pulses around nothing, having been stretched open by her.
‘Be good.’ She warns as she picks up her camera once again.
You focus on your breathing, on the pillow beneath your chin. On anything but Laura’s fingers skimming over your skin.
There’s the tell tale click of her Polaroid camera, followed by a whirring sound as it spits out the film.
Your girlfriend takes a particularly close one, wanting to focus on her initials embossed on the plug inside you.
To her, it is a worthy investment and it crosses her mind that she might have to make more similar ones.
The thought of using a new dildo or vibrator on you, with her name on it is an enticing one.
‘Get on your hands and knees.’ She instructs suddenly.
Gingerly, you do as she asks. Not because you’re unwilling too but rather because you’re hyper focused on the movement of the plug within you.
You are so sensitive and as you move, it sends little jolts of pleasure up your spine.
The base of the toy fits snugly against the rim of your hole and Laura can’t help twisting it sharply, just so she can capture the look on your face as she does so.
With a simple press of the shutter button, it’s done and the forward gets to savour your ruined expression as it develops.
‘Please Lau. Please.’ You beg shamelessly.
Your girlfriend hums, ‘Help get me off first.’
Her blue gray eyes meet yours and you nod rapidly.
‘Sit up. I want to come on your thigh.’
You let out a moan, changing positions so that you’re seated on the edge of the bed.
‘Fuck.’ You gasp, as the plug drives into you.
Your chest heaves as you struggle to push the sensations away. Laura said not to come so you can’t.
The cocky look on your girlfriend’s face lets you know that she had planned for it.
She kisses you, her hands cradling your face before she sits herself down on your thigh.
You both moan, the blonde immediately beginning to rub her clit up and down.
‘You’re so good to me.’ She mumbles, when you brace your hands against her hips and tense your muscles so that she has a firmer surface to stimulate herself against.
Laura’s swollen clit is exquisitely compressed by your thigh and she holds onto your shoulders, panting, ‘Feel so good against me too.’
Her motions grow more frantic and you leave little love bites on her chest, nipping and kissing her delicate skin.
Your fingers dig into her hips as you hold her steady and the striker cries out when you suck one of her nipples into your mouth.
You swirl your tongue around it till it stiffens. Then you repeat the process on her other nipple.
Your girlfriend groans as you do so, her arousal coating your thigh.
There is so much of it and Laura’s breathing begins to grow shaky. Her grip on your shoulders tighten and she lets out a soft grunt as she works to reach her climax.
‘Are you close?’
‘Almost!’ She pants.
You smile, pushing the blonde’s sweaty hair aside to gain access to her neck.
There, you place lingering kisses and whisper about how much you love her, how much you love her riding your thigh until she sucks in a harsh breath.
Your striker trembles through her orgasm and drops her head down on your shoulder.
She’s clearly tired so you help her out, nudging your thigh upwards so that her swollen clit gets extra friction.
It works, the forward moaning your name as she keeps rolling her hips onto your thigh.
Laura lets out a quiet whimper as the last of her high crashes down on her and you lean in to kiss her.
She initiates a second kiss by grabbing the collar of her jersey and pulling you even closer.
When the German woman breaks the kiss, her pretty eyes meet yours for a second before smiles and gets up.
‘Schatz?’
With the distraction of the Eintracht Frankfurt player's soaking pussy off your thigh, you’re now very much conscious of your own arousal.
Laura’s smile turns almost arrogant.
‘On your hands and knees for me.’
The plug within you shifts as you move and you fight the urge to play with it yourself.
‘Lau.’ You exhale shakily once you are in the position she asked of you.
‘My good girl.’ She praises, taking in the way your pink bud is still swollen.
Her gaze never leaves you as she states, ‘You know, I think my last name suits you very well.’
The former Penn State player allows herself another long moment to truly admire you in her jersey before she slips her finger between your folds.
You react beautifully and it’s to both your surprise when your build up comes much faster than usual.
Laura chalks it up to the long time you have spent suppressing your orgasm while you don’t even think about it, far too occupied with how your girlfriend’s attention has drifted to the butt plug.
She runs her fingers over her initials and then firmly tugs on it.
‘Laura!’ You moan and she continues manipulating it with one hand, the other slipping into your other hole.
She has two fingers knuckle deep inside you and she pushes them into you, over and over again.
‘You’re doing so well for me. Letting me stretch you open, letting me use you.’
The thoroughly sinful noise that escapes you at her words, has the forward savouring it and the rush of wetness that promptly coats her fingers.
She thinks you’ve come for a second but the way you begin to beg proves otherwise.
‘So close Lau. I gotta come, please can I come?’
Then she realises that you must really like being told how both your holes are being fucked by her.
She can’t help slipping a third finger into you as a reward.
‘Laura…’ You choke out.
You barely manage to stay on your hands and knees, your arms nearly giving out beneath you.
‘I need to come Lau. Please I-I can’t hold it.’
It’s so much, the constant waves of pleasure that your girlfriend delights in giving you.
As if to prove your point, the blonde curls her fingers inside you and you make a distressed whimper, your walls squeezing around her fingers uncontrollably.
Laura presses down hard on your butt plug and your clit.
‘Come then.’
You sob, unable to keep yourself on your knees this time.
Crying messily, you collapse onto the bed.
The striker keeps pumping her fingers in and out of you, intrinsically drawing out your climax for as long as she can until you reach behind and tap on her wrist frantically.
‘Too sensitive.’ You pant.
Laura gently withdraws her fingers immediately, placing delicate little kisses all over your back.
While your breathing settles, your girlfriend gets her camera out and uses the last of her film to capture the fucked out bliss on your face.
‘Absolutely beautiful.’ She murmurs as she looks through the viewfinder.
Then she keeps the Polaroid camera away properly and turns her full attention to you.
‘Are you okay baby?’
You’re still panting but you turn onto your side, smiling tiredly up at Laura.
‘Completely perfect.’
The blonde presses an affectionate kiss onto your forehead.
‘Roll over and tuck your knees up.’ She gently instructs.
It’s not easy because your body is sore but you manage.
Your girlfriend lightly taps on your ass, ‘Bear down for me.’
Groaning quietly, you try to get your muscles to cooperate.
Laura sees you struggling and grasps the plug carefully, pulling on it.
You gasp at the oversensitivity and strain harder, forcing the butt plug to finally slip out of you.
‘Good job.’ She praises, taking it and setting all the used toys aside to be cleaned.
Truly exhausted now, you flop down and starfish yourself out on the bed.
The striker grins, leaning over you and kissing you.
‘Ich liebe dich.’ She murmurs against your lips.
‘I love you too.’ You promise.
Full of adoration, your girlfriend brushes sweaty strands of hair out of your face.
‘Do you want me to run you a bath? Or just clean you up with a warm washcloth?’
‘Washcloth please schatz. I think I’d fall asleep in the bath.’ You laugh.
Laura giggles, sneaking in another kiss.
‘Washcloth it is then.’
******
The German woman knows she can be silly and possessive. Even after the night you've shared, she can’t help the immense self-satisfaction that swells within her as she watches you.
You’re wearing her hoodie, eating breakfast that she made, in her bed, with hickeys she has generously marked you up with.
‘Lau.’ You amusedly tease, eyeing her knowingly.
‘I can’t help it.’ She shrugs with pink tinted cheeks.
Chuckling, you get her to settle down next to you.
‘Eat schatz.’
‘No. No. I made it for you.’ She protests.
The smile on your face grows bigger, the kind of smile that you reserve just for Laura.
‘We can share. Come on, you know I can’t finish all these eggs and fruit.’
With a fond roll of her eyes, your girlfriend gives in.
She lets out a contented sigh as she chews on the mouthful of eggs that you feed her.
Thoughtfully, she says, ‘I’m a brilliant cook.’
‘A brilliant photographer too.’ You add, suddenly growing shy at the thought of the photos the blonde had taken of you.
They’re kept safely by her now, just like your set of hers are by you.
Completely sure of what’s on your mind, your girlfriend uses a finger to delicately tilt your face towards her.
‘Only when I have the most beautiful of subjects.’ She whispers.
There’s no hiding how intense your blush is after that and Laura giggles brightly, planting small kisses all over your face. Just to convey how incredibly much she loves you.
German Translations:
schatz - sweetheart
ich liebe dich - i love you
#this is completely not proofread so i apologise if there are any mistakes#laura freigang x reader#laura freigang imagine#laura freigang#dfb frauen#gerwnt#woso#woso community#woso oneshot#woso fanfics#woso x reader#woso imagine#eintracht frankfurt frauen#katelynnwrites
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did one of wob’s players bring waru home with them? cause i feel like his bad juju is affecting them 😅
Maybe, but it probably should most likely went back with Klara
But yeah they would explain a lot
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hihi thank you for your very lovely comment on my fic 🥹
ofc ofc! thank you for putting out such wonderful works!
hope you have a great rest of your day/night amigo!! 🫶
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I’m new to the fandom but what blogs/fics would you recommend?
Ouuuuu if you want awesome fics and people who are pretty active and interactive on here (also very great people that I have interacted with, and the warnings for them);
@onlyhereforthestories -
@cpheath - except she’s an arsenal fan
@outsideratheart
@cee-jay-engwnt - except she’s a city fan
@wordsbyrian - general shitdistruber
@grapefruit-personified
Some people who post great fics but aren’t super interactive during footy games; still great people though;
@redhairedwolfwitch
@katelynnwrites
@femininefutbol
@nytb
@putellas14
@putellas11
And everyone else who I can’t think of off the top of head or I haven’t interacted with please jump on and let the anon know!!
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what are some of your favorite works? either by yourself or others!! looking to find more woso writers <3 love your work btw!!
thank you love!!
some of my favorite works in no particular order are:
Got Lovestruck (Went Straight To My Head) by @katelynnwrites
Gentle angel by @thegoateesblog
Twos a company, threes a crowd pt.3 by @samkerrworshipper
Know my Place by @writinground2
genuinely anything, and i mean anything written by @wileys-russo @vixwritesagain @codiemarin @repulsiveliquidation @inuyashaluver @incognito-girl (i probably forgot a few cause im inbetween classes right now) but there are so many lovely woso writers!!
my personal favorite of mine is Dress
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jessie fleming fic recs
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๑ enough is enough by @wosoimagines jessie fleming x reader | 1k+
-reader supports jessie as the news breaks about canada’s national team.
๑ roommates by @perfectly-imperfect82 jessie fleming x reader
-loud banging on your door woke you up from a deep sleep, the headache from earlier coming back you opened your eyes
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๑ bruins to england by ^ jessie fleming x reader | 3.8k
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๑ i’m trying, i really am by @kj-1130 jessie fleming x reader | sadness
-when you heard the whistle, the burning in your eyes intensified as you tried to hold your tears back.
๑ everything has changed by @katelynnwrites jessie fleming x reader | significant injury and mentions of blood, 2.1k
-everything’s changing but you should have trusted and known that you would be safe with jessie. she’d break down all your walls and make a home in your heart
๑ I’m going to win it for us by @grapefruit-personified jessie fleming x reader
-it happened so fast. i was never expecting this would be how i got my olympic debut.
#woso#woso one shot#woso x reader#canwnt#canwnt x reader#chelsea#jessie fleming#jessie fleming x reader#fic recs
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