#julian brandt x reader

[footy-fictionist]

Championship loss - Julian Brandt

Pairing: Julian Brandt x female reader

Warnings: I'm gonna break your hearts again with the Championship loss, but also a lot of fluff, soft moments, teeny tiny bit of teasing, badly translated German, mentions of Jannis and Jascha

Word Count: 1653

Note: As always, English is not my first language. This one has been on my mind since we lost. Next one should be a Jude one and then I can get to the requests in my inbox. This one just had to come out now. Remember it's fictional, some parts may be alike with real life and some I just came up with. Please do not copy and/or publish my work, reblogging is perfectly fine!

Dortmund vs Mainz. The last game of the season and all we needed to do was win. Win so we could win the league. Win so we could lift the Meisterschale. That was the dream, everything Dortmund had worked so hard for and we didn’t win it. The equalizer from Niklas wasn’t enough because Bayern won their game. And now everything has become a nightmare. She’s watching speechless as she sees the defeat and utter disbelief on everyone’s faces. 

But the one she is worried about most hasn’t come back onto the field again. Julian was subbed out in the 62nd minute and she knows he’s beating himself up. She may not be able to see him from where she’s stood, but she can feel his pain. Pain she also feels because she loves Dortmund, but it’s probably nothing compared to Julian’s pain and the other players. She’s not even surprised that not a single fan has left the stadium, the fans loyal to a fault. She’s still trying to find him when the stadium camera’s zoom in on the bench and there he is. Eyes red and teary, a few wet streaks and Julian just staring into the distance. That’s the moment she started crying too.

She watched as Terzic went to Julian and patted him on the face. The camera’s stopped showing the bench after that and a few moments later Julian stepped back out on the pitch. She watched as he slowly made his way to his teammates in front of the yellow wall. He didn’t really approach anyone, just standing between everyone and she knows he is already closing himself off. The disappointment is clear everywhere and yet the yellow wall sings and they support their players. They clap for the yellow wall, apologizing to the fans and thanking them for their support. 

She watches as Julian crouches down, hand going over his face. She grabs onto Jascha’s arm, who has been standing next to her the whole game. He looks down at her, eyes leaving his brother. He sees the pain on her face, the tears still streaming even if she wipes them every few minutes. He pulls his arm out of her grip and she looks up at him a little panicked. She’s scared that she had upset her younger brother-in-law, only to have him wrap his arm around her shoulders to help comfort her. In return she wraps an arm around his waist. She looks back to where she last saw Julian only to see his deflated form sitting near Nico. 

All she wants to do is go to him, but she can’t. She’ll have to wait till he comes to her. She watches as the team gets up and goes to walk past the fans. The fans comfort the players as they walk by, a few of them giving away their jerseys, Julian included. And even though it really isn’t the time, she can’t help but admire Julian and his physique. She sees him shirtless all the time, but after a game it always hits differently. But it’s not just his physique, it’s the way he takes the time with fans, talks with them and shows them he is as disappointed as they are. And yet he appreciates every single fan. His introverted side is not in sight with the fans. But she knows that’ll change once they’re alone.

She notices that Jascha stopped rubbing her arm and that’s when she notices her tears have stopped as well. She turns to him and thanks him for being a brilliant brother-in-law. She spots Jannis still near the other photographers, he turns that exact moment and they lock eyes. He waves at her and she manages to wave back with a bittersweet smile before he turns back to take more pictures. That’s when Jascha softly squeezes her arm and she follows his gaze to the pitch. And she sees her favourite sweaty blonde walk towards them. 

His head is down, but he walks with purpose.

She already has the boarding digging into her hips before he’s even close. But the second he’s close enough, her arms wrap around his shoulders. It’s as though a weight drops off his shoulders and he wraps his arms around her waist. They hide their faces against each other’s necks. She inhales his scent, a scent that’s pure Julian and she hears him do the same. She can’t help but tighten her grip on him a little and move one hand to his golden locks. He pulls her in a little closer and presses a few small, soft kisses to the nape of her neck. 

“Ich bin so stolz auf dich, Schatzie.” 

“Wofür? We drew the game and lost the title. We bottled it.” 

She immediately pulls away and he looks at her a little offended that she’s pulled away from him so quickly. She immediately makes sure to make it up to him by putting her hands on his jaw and drawing his face closer to hers. His arms tighten around her again as she does so and she presses a few butterfly kisses across his face. 

“I’m proud of you for the good times, the bad times and everything in between. You have given it your all, you all managed to get back from 9 points difference. You battled through an injury whilst being in your prime and you still managed to give Bayern the biggest challenge they’ve had in years. You, Julian Brandt, are one of the best players on this team and if you’d ask me alone, I’d tell everyone you are the best. For your spirit, your passion, your perseverance, your love for the club and the fans. You live and breathe football at this club Schatzie. And I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d end up being like Reus for the fans. You give everything and more Jule and you can’t imagine how proud I am that I get to call you mine.”

As she’s talking to him, she can see a few tears start to gather on his lashes again. He presses his forehead to hers and the smile he gives her is brighter than the sun. She returns the smile and presses a kiss to his lips. It’s sweet, loving and passionate all at once. 

“Ich liebe dich.” He whispers against her lips and she smiles, returning the phrase to him. 

It’s then that they realize where they are and that they’re not alone. Julian presses another quick kiss against her lips before going to hug Jascha, who is giving him a mischievous look. Both Julian and her give Jascha suspicious looks but he just waves them away. They share a look but let it go. Mats approaches them to tell Julian that they have to go inside. Julian nods and turns back to her one more time. He presses another kiss to her lips. 

“Will you wait for me here in the stadium?” She nods at him and presses another kiss to his lips.

As he makes his way to the dressing room, she and Jascha head inside to wait for Julian in the family area. She gets the chance to ask Jascha what his mischievous look was for. He just glances at her and tells her to look at her phone. She gives him a confused look but does as he says. She sees a few messages from him and the second she opens them, she knows why he was acting that way. He took some pictures of her interaction with Julian. And she can’t help but feel happy that he did. It’s clear in the pictures that they clearly love each other very much and she knows she’ll definitely use one as her background and that she’ll hang a few in their apartment. 

“Danke, Jascha.” 

Jascha just shrugs and gives her a wink. They talk for about 20 minutes and during that time Jannis has joined them. He’s showing her some of the pictures he made when some players finally enter the room. Julian makes an immediate beeline towards them, ignoring everyone else and she knows he’s in his own headspace now. He gives Jannis a slap on his back and then moves to wrap his arm around her. He stands close to her, now without the boarding between them. His forehead leans against her temple and she runs a hand through his still partially wet hair. 

They go home soon after that and once home they order some food and crash on the couch. He’s quiet as he hands her the remote for the tv. He makes sure she’s in the corner of the couch and then goes to lie down between her legs, his front pressed against hers, head on her chest. She chooses a series and runs her fingers through his hair as they wait for their food. They don’t talk and she knows Julian isn’t paying attention to the tv. He’s in his own head, thinking of today’s outcome.

They eat in silence once the food arrives and then move to their bed. She knows he needs his own headspace to get over it and she lets him approach her if he needs anything. She’s used to it and she knows it’s what he’s most comfortable with. He’s in bed before her, but the second she gets on the bed he immediately pulls her to him. He pulls her as close to him as he can, her head on his chest this time and the sound of his heartbeat calms her completely. His scent envelopes her again and she sighs in complete content, making Julian smile and press a kiss to her hairline. 

“Danke, meine Liebe. Ich liebe dich.”

"Natürlich, Schatzie. Ich liebe dich für immer.”

This time it’s Julian that sighs in content. He presses one more kiss to her hairline and then they both drift off. 

Ich bin so stolz auf dich, Schatzie: I am so proud of you darling Wofür?: For what? Ich liebe dich (für immer): I love you (always/forever) Danke: thank you Meine Liebe: my love Natürlich: of course

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[pavardscherie]

Could you do some jealous Julian Brandt smut for a female reader please. There’s a criminal lack of Julian smut on here.

— it's the yellow-black, julian brandt

⤷ pairing: julian brandt x female reader ⤷ summary: julian comes home from his match against Frankfurt and sees you in one of his pre-match shirts of his. the shirt just sparks something in him, he can't control.

⤷ warnings: p in v, dirty talk, hand around throat, a little bit of praise kink

⤷ requests are open.

⤷ izzy talks: alright, this idea just came up, and i really don't know how it happened or how i literally wrote this so quickly with little giggles. lol. i didn't fit the jealous part, I'm sorry, but i will probably write another. hope you're still happy!

the stretchy material, colored in the significant bumblebee yellow and deep black, wadded up between his fleshy fingers, julian adjusted himself from his position behind you. his calloused palms could be pressed into the smooth skin around your waist, blemishing your body with marks in purple and blue. yet, he decided against it after seeing you in the expensive long-arm pre-match shirt with his name written on the back.

coming home to such a sight, you snuggled up in front of the television, the television turned on and watching the last match of a saturday night, made him feral. he knew, you've watched him play, you kept your eyes glued to the brightness of the device and searched the pitch for his figure for ninety minutes.

and when you stood up, wanting to welcome him home and congratulate him on the win against frankfurt, his eyes almost popped out of his skull. the way-too-long pre-match shirt with the borussia dortmund emblem reached the mid of your thighs on the front but only ended underneath your ass, barely covering the cheeks. he lost himself at that moment.

innocence glistened in your tired eyes, the exhaustion of staying awake for hours in front of the television, swirled in the color around your black pupils. the second, you stood in front of him on your tip-toes, wrapping your slender arms around his neck and waiting for a kiss, julian changed his mind. picking you up and carrying toward the shared bedroom without a second thought.

exactly how you ended up on all fours, the pre-match shirt in dortmund's colors bunched up around your waist, and julian's right-hand holding on to the material while thrusting into you. hips snapped forward, the sound of skin hitting each other filled the room with a mixture of whimpers and moans from your mouth.

fingernails dug into the pillows underneath you, the harshness of julian's thrusts made it difficult to hold yourself further up. you were tired from a boring day, from the bright light of the television and the warmth of the blanket, but you could never deny such an opportunity. since borussia dortmund fought for the top of the chart, julian has always been busy. improving his skill, attending extra training sessions, and running through the neighborhood.

wetness pooled between your legs, flooding down the insides of your thighs as the speed of julian's pounding increased. balls slapped against your sensitive clit with each hard thrust, angling it perfectly to reach the spot inside of you that triggered the pleasurable waves.

"holy shit, you can't imagine how fucking hot you look in that shirt. my name written on your back, fuck, feels like possessing you, baby." julian's words increased the already twisting feeling in your stomach, your orgasm was closer than expected. a particularly loud moan rolled off your tongue at the last words, hinting at a little kink you tried to keep hidden for quite a while.

but julian caught the change in your moans, the slight increase in volume and the high-pitched part at the end when your voice already started to break. "oh babe, you're mine. fully and completely mine, no one else gets to see you like that."

"i'm your, jule." you spoke between the uncontrollable waves of moans and needy whimpers for your release. julian's arms wandered over your spin, reaching over your shoulder to wrap the fingers carefully around your throat. a necessary action to help you reach a much greater orgasm than you expected in the past minutes.

rough pads pressed into the smooth skin, tightening your windpipe and making it harder to inhale and exhale oxygen. the gestures seemed rough, yet, julian always stayed gentle and careful. pulling you up slowly, he arched your back and allowed your arms to rest from the immense strength of his thrusts, they had to withstand.

his chin placed on your shoulder, his other hand gathered more of the fabric in his palm and pulled on the shirt whenever he pounded into you. a small amount of extra force added with the new position and new actions, your lids fluttered close at the extraordinary feeling.

"are you going to cum for me, my love?" words, merely whispered against the side of your neck, the warmth of his hot breath fanned against your skin and erupted in a new wave of shivers. you nodded your head, not having enough strength anymore to speak with his long fingers wrapped around your throat. "speak to me, or i will stop."

his raspy voice, the deep vocals, had an edge of a warning. like the devil spoke through julian's mouth to you and threatened to leave you unsatisfied. and the football player knew, your delicate fingers could never please you as much as he could with his fingers, tongue, or dick. "yes, i'm so close." you panted, forcing the words out of your mouth in a hurry to assure enough oxygen was left inside of you to breathe normally.

"good, good." julian chuckled quietly, a devilish sound that made it difficult to keep the pleasure-filled haze under control. "then cum for me, babygirl. cum for me, only for me." he punctuated his request with a particularly deep thrust, his hips slamming against your ass and demanding to feel your walls clenching around his painfully hard dick. as if your body wasn't yours anymore, you were pushed into the world of bliss and pleasure.

moans, uncontrollably, spilled out of your mouth. repeating his name between the filthy sounds, it sounded like a prayer. a thankful, little melody for pleasing you so perfectly. attempting to clutch your legs shut, your walls clenched around julian's dick. squeezing the shaft tightly, letting him have a taste of your orgasm. arousal covered his dick further, flooding further down the insides of your thighs, and the warmth was enough for julian to reach his own high.

a couple of deep, quick thrusts, and you felt the white spurts covering your the walls of your pussy. but he wouldn't let it go to waste and kept moving with very lazy and soft thrusts. enough to trigger the soreness further, an already uncomfortable feeling spreading through your exhausted muscles and begging for a break.

"don't want to waste the precious stuff." julian cooed, blowing gentle kisses along the side of your neck, and still holding you tightly in place while fucking his semen tightly into your sore pussy. "mhm." you hummed as an answer, completely worn out from julian's actions, and the way he handled your body.

when he reached a level of satisfaction, julian carefully pulled his limp dick out of your hole, and smiled. the white spurts he left inside of you, stayed in the warmth of your walls. the fabric slipped out of his tight grip, and he wrapped his arms around your waist to lay you down comfortably on the king-sized bed.

"you've been such a good girl for me." the blonde male spoke the good girl-praise so casually as if it couldn't trigger a second orgasm from you in a matter of minutes. "next time, you might wanna wear my jersey." he chuckled, hovering above your body to place a soft kiss on your sweat-covered forehead, and received a tired smile from you for the loving gesture.

"i love you, jule." you whispered, turning on the side and letting your lids flutter close without even attempting to fight it.

"i love you too, sweetheart."

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[miroslavcloset]

Hiiii, if youre taking requests can you please do headcannons for dating Leon Goretzka or Julian Brandt? 🌸🫶 Loved the mats' one btw

Dating Julian Brandt -Headcanons- [Non-NSFW and NSFW]

A/N: Ofc love <3 I love writing for other teams, I mean we all know I'm Bayern's Thomas' whore, but writing for other teams I like has a certain something I crave. Btw here you can read the Leon ones <3 (I'm considering doing a part two, maybe) I'm glad you liked the Mats' ones!!

He can be very possessive with you, hugging you and resting his chin on your shoulders when hanging out with friends so everyone knows you're his and he is yours.

One of the things he has on his pending list is to introduce you to his family in Bremen. Even though he would never admit it, he considers you part of his family already.

You bring him special comfort, Julian loves how you stand by him and keep him close no matter what, so in return, he prefers having you nearby all the time.

He would be the first one to think about moving together, and another thing he wouldn't admit is how he loves the idea of the domestic routine by your side, cooking for you, sharing mornings in bed, and even sometimes showering together.

You know him better than anyone, and when things aren't going well for him, you can notice the change in his mood. He can be an introvert in that sense, after any bad game he doesn't kick things or shows his anger or sadness, he just wants peace and to be left alone, he'd rather handle it on his own. You earned his trust so he now lets you in, he would be open with his partner, the only person he would lean on.

He is not the best with words when it comes to expressing his feelings for you, and even if he was he would be too ashamed to tell you how much he loves you, so instead he tries to express it in the best way he can, giving you comfort and stability around him, holding your hand and hugging you any time he can.

He absolutely loves cuddling, may it be on the sofa, on his bed, or anywhere you two can be alone, he sees it as closeness, even more than other physical contact. Also, if you had a tiring day, he will be more than glad to be the big spoon while cuddling so he can caress you and relax with him.

What made him fall in love with you was your kindness and the willingness to show yourself to him exactly as you are, he knows that's no easy task, so after seeing your frail side, he decided he just couldn't let you go.

NSFW-ish headcanons and disclaimer under the cut

He prefers physical touch more than anything else, so your moments together in bed are very special to him. The sensual caresses never fail to turn him on, and he loves giving you massages, knowing exactly where to touch you to get things into the right mood.

Loves to take his time with you in foreplay. Will undress you himself and let you relax in his touches, it's ok whether you want to let the lights on or off, he won't push you on that.

One of his weaknesses is if you kiss his neck, he won't be able to keep his hands to himself, touching you to let you know how much he likes the licks and small bites in that area.

He prefers starting by giving you gentle touches, finding by himself the spots that will make you moan, even using his tongue from your neck to your chest, licking all the way down between your legs.

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[footballerimaginess]

Gym Sessions

30 Day Writing Challenge 18. Gym Sessions Julian Brandt Word Count: 239 "Want to go to the gym now?" Julian asked as you stretched out on the sofa. "Do I look like I want to go to gym? Urgh I suppose I should, I haven't been in days" you sighed as you pulled yourself up off of the sofa.

"I will be five minutes, let me just chuck my gym gear on and I will be with you" you smiled as you headed upstairs to get changed. "Ready" you smiled as you grabbed your phone and water bottle. You headed off in the car with Julian as you both headed to the training ground where you and Julian went. "I might do the walking step things, I quite liked those last time" you told him as you walked in. "Yes you did, I am going to do some weights over here" Julian pointed. As you got onto the step machine, it was hard work but you were in desperate need to try and strengthen your leg muscles a little more. It also helped that you were able to watch a series whilst climbing on the machine. "I like being in here, it is so quiet" you told Julian as he stood and watched you as you took in some weights. "Me too" Julian wiped the sweat off of his face. "It is so hot in here, I need some water" you wiped your brow as you swigged from your water bottle.

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[darkness-falls-xo]

Hi, Just wanted to come here and say thank you for liking and reblogging my three part series for Julian Brandt. I really appreciate it! I hope you have a wonderful day/evening!! <3

No problem, it was brilliant and I loved it so much!! thank you for writing and sharing!! <3

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[final-script]

Forbidden| Julian Brandt

Pairing: Julian Brandt x Reade Sumary: You decide to break the rules Warnings: English is not my first language !!!.

Please read this: X

Many timelines of these stories do not coincide with the present. Because I wrote them a long time ago. ---------------------------------------------

I arrived at the team in a very different way than everyone thinks I did, when I came to introduce myself to the photo booth, I did it with my mum's last name. because i knew that if i did it with dad's would give me everything easy and i didn't want it to be that way.

Only those who follow the Leverkusen have always known who is Dad (Heiko Herrlich), who debuted at the Leverkusen and hung his boots at the Dormunt but who eventually returned to their roots but this time to direct them.

When he learned about what he had done, he was initially angry but later glad to know that it was by my own hands and of course he forbade me from having a link with some of his "boys".

But for me he was forgotten, when I met him.

It was during the photographic section that was made to present the kits for the new season, first the group photo and then in the studio individually.

They were going through, one by one, until he arrived , the number 10 was his dorsal .

But I remember that what caught my attention most was his blond hair and a rather shy smile on his face.

Y/N-""are you always like that? Or are you just shy in front of the camera?"

J-"I'm just shy when I see a beautiful girl behind her (that comment made me blush) I'm Julian by the way.

Y/N-" I´m Y/N" (I said with my cheeks still on)

J-" I know who you are, the coach's little pride.

Y/N-" Oh, I didn't know that dad will talk about me in the trainings.

J-" You do it, you're like your big motivation

Y/N-"I'm glad to know that, but now we're done with this, before someone comes". I took some more pictures and when I was about to leave...

J-"It would be bad if he invited you lunchI" instantly remembered what dad had told me, but if he didn't know it would be all good"I know that your father forbade us from inviting you out, but I couldn't avoid it, what do you say?

Y/N-"I am forbidden to go out with one of you, but if you don't know I don't think anything happens.

That same day after the training, I in my car and he in mine, we gathered for lunch in my department, where we also spoke, met more and promised to go back.

We did so 8 months, 8 months in which to hide from dad for, but on the exact day we turned 8 months out as friends he decided to ask me to be his girlfriend and also that day he wanted not to hide us anymore and tell Dad we are together.

Before starting the training, my love and I approached Dad.

Y/N-" Daddy, you have a minute" Coming behind him with Julian next to me, which he turned to see us in front

H-" hello honey, you do here". I took the photos from outside the field. "And your Brandt go training."

Y/N-"In fact, there is something we want to tell you". Take deep breath and talk. "Julian and I... We are together, listen to you... I know that you".I've never been so nervous about anything)

H-"I knew it". Oh my god, I think I'm going to die.

J-"But... Ho... How.

H-"It wasn't hard to realize, you smiled more than normal and Julian thought it worked better and better, I won't say anything, only if you make cry for something other than happiness, I think the time will come when he took off the courts"

J-" Of course not, I will take care of it with my life I promise".

H-"I wanted to hear that, but now to work and training." He said when he saw that everyone had arrived, so I kissed my boy shortly and went for my camera to start with the work.

On that day we could say that we had started a long relationship that would be strengthened years later. When my birthday at the end of the morning workout, after the team and players surprised me with a cake, i asked for my wish and the first thing i saw when i opened my eyes was to the love of my life placed on his left knee and with a red velvet box in his hands.

That was the moment I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man.

J-"what do you say my love, do you want to marry me?"

Y/N With tears in my eyes I nodded, while he placed the ring on my left ring finger. -clear that I did love, of course I want.

He stood up and kissed me, under the applause of everyone here

J-"Thank you for accepting, you made me the happiest man in the world" . Giving me lots of kisses.

Oreana: Listen, I wanted to let a few days pass but...

J-"What happened, you're okay, you want... ". To stop talking, I took her hand and put her on my belly so she could understand the message and apparently did it as she hugged me very hard but with care."Thank you"

I think we're complete, we'd get married and have a baby.

Simply perfect.

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Many timelines of these stories do not coincide with the present. Because I wrote them a long time ago.

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[gothicwidowsworld]

In times of disaster J.B

“I’m fine Julian.” the y/h/c young woman insisted firmly, brushing away the escaping tears making paths down her face. Taking a shaky deep breath Y/N attempted to plaster a smile on her face to reassure the German but it wasn’t fooling anyone. Quietly sitting next to the girl Julian held his arms open offering a warm hug, Y/N rarely cried so the footballer wasn’t really sure what to do. Julian had gotten so used to Y/N being his shoulder to lean on he’d never had to deal with the Brit sobbing uncontrollably. “Do you want to talk about it?” The blonde haired man asked tentatively, stroking the y/h/c girl’s locks soothingly. 

“No.. No, it's silly.” Y/N stressed weakly refusing to look her boyfriend in the eyes already embarrassed enough that the German had caught her in her moment of weakness. “Can’t be silly if it’s making you this upset eh?” Julian mumbled matter-of-factly hoping to coax the issue out of the y/h girl. Sniffling slightly the girl once again ran a hand over her y/s/c face wiping away any of the remaining tears. “I can’t go home for Christmas… I really thought this year I'd make it home.” Y/N explained slowly cringing at how insensitive it sounded, Y/N had always been close to her family growing up in a tight knit community. When she’d moved to Germany to join Julian the y/h/c girl had promised to spend the holidays with all her family back home but since Covid and the UK lockdowns it was decided it was safer for her to remain in mainland Europe. 2021 seemed like the year she could finally return home but the closer Christmas came the more unsafe it seemed, rumours of a December lockdown putting a spanner in the works. “I’m just a little homesick I guess.” Y/N added softly, pulling away from the man’s embrace focusing her usual bright y/e/c orbs on the man’s face, hesitant for his reaction. Julian and his family alike had been really welcoming but it just wasn't the same. She didn’t have her sisters arguing over who gave the better presents or her Dad kicking everyone out of the kitchen after midnight on the 24th. 

“I understand.” Julian replied plainly his accent somehow thicker, nodding slightly in understanding. Getting up quickly Julian paused for a second before walking away. Great Y/N though she’d upset the man she loved and now had to deal with a stroppy Julian. “Jule, I'm sorry.” the y/h/c young woman exclaimed loudly hoping the footballer could hear her wherever he’d disappeared to.  

Poking his head around the door Julian frowned “What? I’m just making some tea. It's what you British people do during a time of disaster, no?”  The Blonde German asked in confusion his head tilted slightly as he pondered if he’d gotten the stereotype wrong. “Um, I guess so?” Y/N replied slowly, trying not to laugh at her boyfriend's innocent expression. A small silence fell over the pair, “Just remember to put it in” The girl started to explain only to be cut off by the man rolling his eyes “Your favourite mug yes I know Schatz.”

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[emwritesfootball]

Love At First Sight | Julian Brandt

Hiii! How are you? Can I please request an imagine with Julian Brandt? Something fluffy like him falling in love with y/n at first sight? Thank you very much💜

Word Count:

Warnings: none; just fluff

A/N: Wish I’d been able to make this longer, but I hope you enjoy xx Thank you for the request @beautifulmess0103

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Until that moment, Julian hadn’t ever believed in love at first sight. Sure, he believed in lust at first sight, or even friends at first sight, but not love.

But then he saw you.

Time seemed to stop, and everything seemed to fall into place.

You were talking and laughing with your friends at the pub, all their eyes on you as you regaled them with some story that Julian was only catching bits and pieces of. You intrigued him, and he found himself drawn to your presence, abandoning his friends for the possibility of five seconds alone with you.

“Hi.” He was barely aware that he was standing in front of you until you turned, flashing him a shy smile as you took him in. “Can I help you?”

Julian sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to regain his composure. “Uh, would you like to go out with me?” You looked surprised, and Julian held his breath. “S-Sorry, I’m not usually this forward, but I saw you and-”

“Yes.” You giggled shyly, looking away before meeting his gaze again. “The answer is yes.”

Words couldn’t describe how elated and relieved Julian felt at your answer. He could barely contain his excitement as he gave you his number and the two of you set a date for the following weekend.

***

“Really?” You asked, your head on his chest as you traced circles on his skin. “That’s when you knew you loved me?”

“Mmhmm,” Julian hummed, nodding. “I knew you were something special. I knew that if I were to ever look back on it without doing something, I would regret it. What I didn’t know was that you were going to say yes and change my life forever.”

#my writing: julian brandt #requests: julian brandt #julian brandt blurb #julian brandt fluff #julian brandt imagine #julian brandt x reader

[estebun]

THANK YOU FOR 1,7K

A few words from me first, alright? Believe me that there’s a lot of things I’d love to tell you since 2018 but I’m just too limited in my knowledge about English language that I can’t form a proper sentence. Thank you for giving me a chance in 2018 - for giving me hope that my “writing” is actually good enough and appreciated which I never expected because obviously I’m still uneducated af. But if it wasn’t for you I would never start this blog. I would never think about writing my own book in the future. 

I never expected this blog to grown on me so much,  Made the best friendships lost some of you too but I feel like you’re my family and I’ll always remember every single one of you. Even when I know I fucked up.

I’m not finished writing for football fandom, I’m just taking a break to focus on other stuff.

Thank you for wasting your precious time on me, thank you for 1,700k followers. I absolutely don’t deserve this. 

[varanest]

one thing i’ve left to do, discover me, discovering you

a/n: this is a ‘whoever you want to read it with’ piece i have posted and deleted twice but i decided i will post everything that’s on my drafts so - any feedback is appreciated. 

As soon as they were in their Uber, he was all over her. His hand slipped between her thighs, slowly working his way up. His face was buried in her neck, his tongue and teeth mapping out the column of her throat. She fisted his hair as he assaulted her neck, keeping her lips firmly together so that her moans didn’t reach the ears of their driver while she dragged his hand up to her cunt.

“Impatient little thing… can’t even wait ‘til we’re home to have my hands on that pretty cunt,” he growled into her skin as his fingers traced the damp circle soaking through her panties. The heat rose to her cheeks, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the filthy words dripping off his lips or from the way their driver’s jaw clenched in annoyance. Didn’t really matter which, though. Maia still grinded against his hand while he murmured cheesy praises into her neck.

Once inside his building, Maia barely got a chance to catch her breath. He had her caged between him and the wall during the elevator ride, letting his hands trail over her sides as he pressed his full weight into her. His thumbs reached just below the underwire of her bra when the elevator doors slid open.

She whined quietly as he pulled off her, already missing the feeling of him practically engulfing her. He was taller than her, maybe six feet tall if she were to guess. When she was pressed up against him, she almost felt small. Little. Like a fragile thing surrounded by him.

It was a foreign feeling. She had never really felt small.

And as his large hand engulfed hers as he pulled her toward his apartment, this giddy, warm feeling pooled in her stomach. Just his hand covering hers made her feel little. That feeling only grew as he tugged her into his apartment before pushing her up against his door. “Fucking finally,” he grumbled before his mouth took hers.

As greedy and hard as his lips on her neck had been, his first kiss to her lips was surprisingly gentle. And warm. His entire body was pressed hard against her, squeezing her body tight between him and the door, but his lips remained soft. And the way his tongue dipped into her mouth… she’d call it filthy if it were more urgent, but the slow pace made it feel reverent.

It was so easy to respond to him, to just shut her mind off and only think about reacting to the tongue exploring her mouth and swallowing his quiet grunts. It wasn’t until minutes later when he pulled away and they were both breathless that she realized how urgent it had become. His hand was now fisting her hair, her hands were gripping his collar, and the two of them were gasping for air.

“Bedroom.” She meant for it to come out like a command. After all, Maia was a little bossy in all aspects of her life, but especially when it came to getting laid. But her voice sounded smaller than it usually does, a little breathless and pleading. And it wasn’t without an effect on him, whose lips smirked and eyes darkened as he took a step back. She almost whined at the loss of contact, but he kept both his hands on her as he walked her toward his bedroom.

This time, he had her up a dresser. He flicked the lights on before slamming his lips back onto her neck, this time on the other side… perhaps his way of making sure there was an even distribution of his marks when Maia woke up in the morning.

She tried to get back into it, but she was itching to turn the light back off. Its presence transformed her excitement into fear. Fear of him seeing her naked. Fear that he wouldn’t like what he saw. Fear that every dimple on her thighs and roll on her stomach would repulse him.

Before her thoughts took the dark turn into a full-on body-loathing spiral, she asked, “Could we keep the lights off?”

He blinked several times, his brows furrowed as he processed her question. He was going to ask her why. They always asked why. And then Maia would try to downplay it, but he wouldn’t buy it. And next thing she knows she’s spilling all her body image problems onto a stranger instead of having sex. Fuck, she should have just kept her mouth shut and suffered through having the light on.

After a beat, his face faltered. “Yeah, okay,” he murmured before flicking it back off. Relief should have washed over her once the lights were out. No longer did she have to fear him seeing her naked in a well-lit room. It meant that Maia could fuck him however she wanted without her anxieties about her body ruining it.

But something lurched in her chest at this visible disappointment in his eyes. As he leaned forward to kiss her, she stopped him. “Is that okay?”

“Of course, whatever you want, baby,” he shrugged it off, but Maia stopped him again when he leaned forward. “Okay, I just…”

“You just what?”

“I just wanna see you.” There was no smugness in his voice. No teasing tone that came with all his pick-up lines. No endearment or praise. Just him, with a hint of sadness in his voice, admitting that he wants to see her.

Maia bit down on her lip and stared back at him. The lamppost outside his building illuminated his face in the dark, meaning she could see the sincerity in his eyes.

So, even though her stomach lurched at the thought, she leaned over to flick the light back on, and the change in his demeanor was immediate.

“There you are,” he grinned as he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She tilted her head up in time for his lips to glide against hers again, and the contented moan that escaped his throat sent a chill down her body.

He kissed her like he did before, his mouth demanding her full attention. She felt her mind go blank again, only vaguely aware of him tugging off his own jacket. She kicked off her heels next, giggling a bit into his mouth when she realized just how much shorter than him this made her.

She tugged at his shirt next, whining until he helped her get it off. Maia wanted to run her fingers all over the warm, newly exposed skin, but he had other ideas. His fingers worked the zipper of her dress, and Maia felt a familiar panic set in.

Maia tucked her face into his neck, pressing kisses to distract herself from the fact that her dress was about to fall to the ground, exposing every stretch mark to him. “Baby,” he murmured right into her ear. The zipper was completely undone, meaning he was just waiting for Maia to pull her arms out of it and let it fall.

He tilted her chin up with his finger, and Maia locked eyes with him. His were warmer than they had been, not the dark, smug eyes that had watched her for most of the night. She relaxed under his gaze, letting her dress fall to the floor with an easy exhale.

His body snapped back into focus. His hands gripped her waist as he walked her back to his bed. “Fuck, look at you,” he growled right into her ear, his breath hot on her earlobe. “Gorgeous.” She was about to roll her eyes again when the back of her legs hit his mattress. She fell back onto the comforter with a thud. A giggle escaped her lips. There was no way that was hot or graceful.

When she looked up at him, his eyes were raking over her… staring at her uncovered body for the first time. God, she should have kept the lights off. His soft eyes lingered on her chest, which wasn’t surprising. One silver lining for Maia’s weight gain had been the massive breasts that came with it. But when his gaze drifted lower, her arms automatically came up to cover her stomach.

”Maia.” His voice broke on that one syllable. It was low, gravelly, and forlorn. “Will you let me look at you some more?”

She kept her eyes trained on his face as she removed her arms, and there was a small twitch at his lips, curving the corners of his mouth up. His eyes didn’t leave her body as his hands slid up and down her bare thighs. And just when she got her heart rate down again and relaxed into his touch, he whispered one quiet, earnest word that sent a shudder through her entire body.

“Beautiful.”

a/n: who did you picture this with? let me know.

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[footy-fictionist]

It's fame she's after - Julian Brandt ft. Kai Havertz

Pairing: Julian Brandt x female reader, (platonic) Kai Havertz x female reader

Warnings: Kai doesn't like reader (it'll turn out right though), rude comments, Julian gives a bit of an ultimatum, a bit of hurt, a bit of angst and a bit of fluff, Sophia is in here as well, badly translated German

Word count: 1681

Note: As always, English is not my first language. This one has been on my mind for a while. I thought it was a good idea and it turned out better than I thought. There is more interaction between the female reader and Kai, but she's in a relationship with Julian. Please do not publish and/or copy my work, reblogging is totally fine!

There are many things she loves about being Julian Brandts girlfriend. He’s thoughtful, kind, shows her he loves her multiple times a day and of course he’s incredibly handsome. She loves tracing the tattoos on his arm, adores spending time with his family and pulling pranks with his brothers. His friends love having her around and her friends love meeting up with Julian. But there is one friend of Jule’s that she doesn’t see eye to eye with at all. And unfortunately that happens to be Kai Havertz.

She met Kai for the first time during the World Cup. She and Julian hadn’t been dating long and because Kai lives in England, it was harder for him to meet up with them to meet her. She met Sophia in the stands and they hit it off immediately. She met Kai after the first match, the one they lost against Japan. Julian walked up to her first and she immediately wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He hadn’t played but was still quite upset. Kai had come up behind Jule and he passed them to get to Sophia. He had given her a look she didn’t appreciate a lot, but she brushed it off as him being upset with the game.

But when Jule introduced her, Kai barely even acknowledged her. He gave her one look and then went back to talking to other people. She had looked to Julian, who was just as surprised as she was. Julian went to talk to Kai about it whilst she went to stand with Sophia who didn’t understand her boyfriend’s behaviour either. It didn’t get much better after that. Anytime they were in the same room, she tried to talk to Kai. To get to know him or to see if there was anything she could do to get him to like her. She mostly did it for Julian, she hated the way he looked so defeated when she and Kai ended up in another argument. It just seems that Kai didn’t see the look on his best friend’s face or he didn’t care enough.

She doesn’t like Kai much, she thinks he is arrogant and egotistical for the way he is acting and that seeing them not getting along, is hurting Julian more than he wants to admit. She would honestly do anything for Julian and to see his best friend not even acknowledging the fact that this is hurting Julian, pisses her off. But when Jule tells her Kai is coming over that weekend, she holds back a groan. She makes the promise to herself that she’ll try one more time to get Kai to like her and then she’ll give up. She goes as far as to ask Sophia what Kai’s favourite meal is and which recipe Sophia uses to make it for him.

So when Kai and Sophia arrive, she’s working away in the kitchen. She goes to greet them, giving Sophia a hug and as she moves to Kai all he does is hold out his hand, not even looking at her. She shakes it softly, before moving back to the kitchen. Sophia follows her to help out, but she just makes Sophia sit down with a glass of wine and they talk. She asks Sophia if there is anything she did to make Kai not like her (like she does every time), but even Sophia doesn’t know what’s bothering Kai about her so much. She decides to give up on asking and finishes the food. They set the table and Sophia calls in the boys. Kai is the first one downstairs.

“Wow, this looks great Soof. How did you make it so fast?” “I didn’t Kai. I gave her the recipe a few days ago, she made it.” “Yeah right.”

Kai gives her a glance before sitting down. Julian walks in a little later and presses a kiss to his girlfriend's cheek. “Thank you for making dinner, liebe.”

When everyone sits down, they all plate some food before eating. What no one is expecting is for Kai to spit his food back onto his plate. “Well it’s clear you didn’t make it Soof. It doesn’t taste good at all.”

That was the last drop. She can’t help the little sob that leaves her lips before she quickly stands up and practically runs up the stairs. She runs all the way to the bathroom before locking herself in. She doesn’t hear the argument that’s going on downstairs over her own sobs.

“Was stimmt nicht mit dir?! Why would you say that? It tastes good. Why can’t you just accept her as my girlfriend? She’s tried everything to get you to like her and you just ignore her the whole time. Ich liebe sie so sehr. Why can’t you see that?!” Julian goes after her as Kai looks down.

Whilst Julian runs up the stairs, Kai turns to Sophia, only to find her looking at him in utter disappointment. “Was?” “She is doing everything to get you to like her. Why are you being like this? This isn’t you.”

“I just don’t want her to hurt Julian. She is clearly after his money. Why else would she choose to go public with him during the World Cup. If it’s not money, it’s fame she’s after.” Sophia heaves a big sigh.

“How do you have such a big board in front of your face? She didn’t want them to go public at the World Cup. Julian wanted to introduce her to you, but there wasn’t another time other than the world cup. Can’t you see the way they look at each other?! Bist du so blind?”

Sophia went to get another glass of wine as Kai thought over her words. He never thought of it that way. He always assumed she was the one that wanted to go public at the World Cup. He didn’t think she came with Julian just to meet him. He has to make this right. He moves to the stairs and he can hear Julian knocking on a door. He hears as Julian tries to get his girlfriend to open the door for him. He hears the sobs and the strangled ‘no’s’ that come from the other side of the door. When Julian spots Kai he gives an irritated sigh.

“Was machst du hier? Haven’t you done enough?”

“I have to make it right, Jule. Let me try, please?” It was more of a rhetorical question than an actual one, but Julian agrees with a little hesitance. Julian moves to get past Kai, but stops when he’s next to him. “If you screw this up even more, you better stay in London. I really love her Kai. Stop hurting the girl I love or our friendship is over.”

Kai gulps, but nods his head at Julian. Julian walks down the stairs whilst shaking his head. Once Julian is downstairs Kai turns to the door. He heaves a sigh and knocks on the bathroom door.

“Geh weg, Julian."

“I’m not Julian.”

He hears as she gasps a little when she hears his voice. He hears the door click and he opens it slowly. He sees her sitting against the bathtub, eyes red and tears streaming down her face. He moves to sit across from her. She doesn’t look at him as he sits, she rubs the sleeves of her shirt along her cheeks. He analyzes the way she’s sitting, but doesn’t make a move to say anything yet. Then he sees her fiddle with a J necklace. If she’s wearing that, there is no way she’s with him for fame or money.

“Es tut mir leid.” She looks up when he apologizes. “I thought you were in it for fame or money. I thought I was looking out for my best friend. I thought you were just gonna hurt him and I was wrong. I see now that you really love him. I’m sorry for all the times I hurt you by brushing you off. And the dinner you made is actually amazing, probably even better than Soofs. But please don’t tell her I said that.” They both laugh. “Friends?”

She looks at the hand he’s offering. “I forgive you, so yes. Friends.” He stands up and helps her off the floor as well. He opens his arms, giving her the option for a hug if she wants to. She smiles and hugs him. “I wouldn’t have let Julian end your friendship Kai. You two are platonic soulmates, I’d never want to be the cause of Bravertz breaking up.” That makes both of them laugh. He gives her another hug. They joke together as they walk downstairs, finally able to find the things they have in common. They see Julian on the couch with his head in his hands, with Sophia rubbing his back, when they finally notice the footsteps on the stairs and the laughter.

Julian looks up surprised as he sees them laughing together. He gets up as they walk into the living room. She sees the nervous look on his face and immediately moves to wrap her arms around his waist. His arms go around her shoulders and he looks up at Kai, who gives him a smile and a nod. Julian tightens his arms around her, pressing a few kisses to the top of her head. When she pulls away, she presses a kiss to Julian’s lips.

“Let me reheat the food and we can all eat.” “I’ll help.”

Julian’s and Sophia’s eyes almost pop out when Kai offers his help. As they move to the kitchen with the food, Julian and Sophia look at each other bewildered. How did their dynamic change that fast? Not that they’re complaining. It’s just a bit odd. It’s safe to say the rest of the evening went great. And after that night as well. They went on couple dates and Julian finally got to be more affectionate with his girlfriend without Kai acting all disgusted and glaring daggers. And her friendship with Kai? It only blossomed.

Liebe: love Was stimmt nicht mit dir?: What is wrong with you? Ich liebe sie so sehr: I love her so much Was?: What? Bist du so blind?: Are you that blind? Was machst du hier?: What are you doing here? Geh weg: Go away Es tut mir leid: I am sorry

#julian brandt x reader #kai havertz x reader #julian brandt x female reader #julian brandt imagine #julian brandt one shot #julian brandt fanfic #football imagine #football imagines #football one shot

[pavardscherie]

That Julian smut drove me insane! That was literally the best Julian Brandt smut I’ve ever read.

All I can think about is smut with him in the locker room after he loses a match.

── the aftermath of a loss, julian brandt

⤷ pairing ;; julian brandt & female reader ⤷ summary ;; after a loss against bayern münchen & losing the first place as well, julian needs to take out his anger somewhere. or better with someone. ⤷ warnings ;; p in v, explicit sex scenes, touching genitals ⤷ minors ;; do not interact, thank you. ⤷ izzy's rambling on ;; i don't know if i can say it like that but i'm in love with this piece, like really in love in love.

⤷ word count ;; 2653.

borussia dortmund was on a winning streak for weeks. no one was able to stop the yellow-blacks from reaching the top of the bundesliga chart until the archenemy visited the signal iduna park. the first place was owned by bayern münchen, they reserved it for years and kept getting stronger and stronger.

this time, the team of borussia dortmund was prepared for such an intense game. at least, it was exactly what the coach and his players thought before the referee blew the whistle to start the first half. everything they‘ve shown on the pitch those past weeks vanished. dortmund stood against the great bayern münchen like a team who just joined the higher ranks of the bundesliga and couldn’t focus at all.

it was a disaster, starting with kobel missing the ball in euphoria, and granting bayern an easy lead goal. what followed, could have been suicide. three goals, outplayed by the team, and not even being able to defend the slightest from an incoming attack. and to say julian was furious about the embarrassing match was a ridiculous understatement.

it should not have been possible to feel this kind of degradation after dominating the chart most of the time.

when the dortmund players left the building one after one, you started to feel the concern gnaw on your heart when julian's handsome, cherry blossom-pink-tinted face did not appear in your sight. the jersey, colored in bumblebee golden and deep black, draped over your crossed arms, you decided to await the next appearing figure from the tunnels before going inside.

but instead of the handsome face, you admired so much at each hour of the day, his captain stepped outside. dressed in the bright sunflower-yellow jacket with the dortmund emblem sewn on the front left, marco raised an arm to wave goodbye to you before disappearing towards the waiting car.

shaking your head, you felt the frustration building up, and mixing with the formerly felt feeling. concerned about julian‘s well-being and him, beating himself up, for a lost match, you entered the tunnels. your face was a known one to the guards, julian has taken you to the vip section more than once in the past.

greeting them nicely with a nod of your head, you strolled down the corridor until the locker room sign caught your eye. most players already left the building, desiring to be with their loved ones after such a devastating outcome, yet, julian still stayed in the arena.

knocking against the door with your knuckles, you waited of couple of seconds for an answer. but the silence from the other side frightened you. pushing the door open carefully, you glanced inside. dim, yellow light from the ceiling illuminated the changing room, the small corridor to the shower was completely dark. in the right corner, you recognize the large, yellow bag with number nineteen written on the thick material.

„jule?“ your soft voice echoed through the locker room, reminding you that you should not be in this place, not julian seemed to be. walking further inside, the heavy door closed behind you. the surprising sound almost made you jump, as sudden shivers covered your skin. „jule?“ you questioned again, hoping that he would just sit somewhere around the corner, trying to play a very unfunny joke on you.

but there was no answer again. instead, footsteps boomed off the walls, the loud sound of soles hitting the tiles on the floor made it difficult to determine the source. looking from left to right, you suddenly felt trapped in the middle of a locker room. and when you finally decided to explore the darkened room where the showers were, a hand wrapped tightly around your wirst and effortlessly pulled you backward. your chest collided with the cold door, the heated cheek pressed against the material. an arm twisted behind your back, holding you perfectly in the position.

an attempt to wiggle yourself out of the contact fired the wrong way. instead of being able to run away from whatever was happening at the moment, you were pushed stronger against the door. exhaling hasty, and quick breaths as the sudden fear overshadowed any previous feeling you had, your ears were blessed with an all too familiar chuckle. „calm down, love. it’s just me.“ julian cooed, pressing himself against your back to blow a gentle kiss on the crown of your hair.

the increased heartbeat finally slowed down when julian confessed that the presence you felt, was him. „you fucking scared me, you idiot.“ you remarked, rolling the eyes to the back of your head in annoyance. “come on, babe. don’t do that, it only ends in punishment.” julian teased, reminding you of the list of rules he made months ago. rolling the eyes, and unnecessary insults were truly against what he demanded.

“can you let go of me now? i’m pretty sure, you’re leaving bruises again.” you let your head lean against the cold door, feeling your mind drifting into a different world. the position you were in, pressed up against the door, with your back slightly arched and exposing your ass to him. perfectly, rounded cheeks which became the greatest occupation for his rough palms.

“why? don’t you like it?” julian muttered, a hand wandering over your left side, and dug into the skin around your hipbone. “i like it, the way your body already reacts to my touch in this position.”

“jule.” you spoke, a warning, low tone overtaking your usual, gentle voice. “we can work further on your growing problem at home.”

“don’t think i can actually keep the anger inside of me for longer.” you tried to wiggle out of his tight grip, but with one of your arms held tightly on the curve of your back, your empty one was completely useless. even with two, it would be difficult to overpower the blonde man. “let me fuck my rage into you, baby.”

you wished for your head to stop working for once, or at least, having your body under control when julian was around. but your legs betrayed you, clutching together tightly and attempting to stop the wetness from pooling. “see, don’t tell me you don’t want me.” julian’s deep chuckle vibrated in his chest, and sent shiver straight down your spine.

ignoring him was easy, resisting his attempts of having his way with you, was impossible in each situation. “i will make it quick, i promise.” his lips pressed a quick kiss to the side of your neck, the wetness reminding you of the times, his skilled tongue trailed over the veins on the sides of your throat after multiple orgasm denials.

how lucky for the midfielder that you picked out a denim skirt for today's match as the sun settled deeply in the sky, between the small clouds that traveled alone through the endless blue. "I'm not convinced about this, jule. i don't want you to get ― "

the second you ranted again about the consequences that waited behind the same door, you were pressed against, if a coach or guard decided to check if the changing rooms were empty; julian decided for himself to interrupt you. fleshy fingers brushed over the velvet, lace underwear, tapping the rough pads against the damp spot right between your thighs. "you've always been too intrigued by a little aggressiveness, my love."

julian knew exactly which buttons he had to press, or which words had to roll off his tongue to coax out the needy whimpers, and sharp hisses from your dry throat. it happened often enough to become a daily habit for the football player. letting the tips of his fingers trace over the lace material of your panties, drawing each ornament painfully slow, the lightest but most skillful touch already blessed you with enough bliss to let a simple moan slip past your lips. "so easily convincible."

his vocals were teasing you, a reminder of how quickly your demeanor faltered once his skilled fingers found the right places to touch. mostly the wetness pooling between your thighs, on other days, his meaty palm against the silken skin of your waist. on other days, it should not be this unchallenging for julian and yet, resisting him turned out to be hopeless. "so beautiful, so wet."

fingertips dipped underneath the thin layer of lace material, pulling the fabric to the side to reveal your dripping pussy. "what a pity, i can't feel your sweet taste on my tongue." the confession made you clench your thighs together, the desire increasing to a level, you did not know existed. but julian reacted quicker than your body, using his knee to keep your legs open enough for his hand to fit between them.

he tsked, "come on baby, don't be like that. we have to be quick." the explanations he gave you, were backed up by many reasons. solely a handful involved the appearance of a teammate, who had a hard time keeping a secret to himself. by midnight, anyone at borussia dortmund would be informed about the extraordinary happenings in the changing room.

you winced as he smeared the pre-cum over your pussy, coating his dick in a mixture of your juices, and partly his. "don't worry, princess. i will just hurt for a couple of seconds." julian informed you, preparing your mindset for the intentions he had. before processing, that the little play of his hands was solely to demonstrate how much power he had over your body; and not because he felt the need to stretch you before entering, he already pushed his tip between your labia and into your wet hole.

the warmth immediately greeted him, your walls stretched out for his dick and the wetness still pooling between your thighs, made it easier for julian to slip in. he always loved how damp a spot on your lacey underwear was; after simply touching your party in general places. pads digging into your waist, fingers dancing to an inaudible melody over your exposed thigh. the little things caused sparks in your stomach, the thought of not knowing what julian was up to next.

for now, you knew, he wasn't going to be easy with you. time ticked away, the cleaning staff should shortly arrive to eradicate the mess, the team left behind in the tunnels and rooms. your sole free hand clenched, trying to hold on to something. but pressed against the door did not give her many options. nails scratched over the solid metal of the door, not strong enough to fill the room with squeaks. "fuck, you always feel so good, always welcoming my cock."

the words coaxed a slight moan out of your throat, needing to feel more of him before the time ran out. hues of cherry red and watermelon pink mixed on the span of your cheeks, the soft skin of your right face pressed against the metal door while one of your arms was still trapped on your back; and julian's tight grip.

his free hand stroked over the left cheek of your ass, slapping his finger multiple times against the wiggling flesh while starting to pull his dick, and thrust himself back in. easy wasn't an option tonight, julian needed to make the most of the minutes that were left. and going home with him would be so much easier if the rage vanished into thin air, and the rants weren't as horrible to listen to.

skin slapping on skin echoed through the formerly dead silent changing rooms, the rough-skinned palm pressed against the lush skin around the length of your waist. lids fluttered closed from the bliss of his deep thrusts, the reddened tip stroking the sweet spot inside of you. pushed in the pleasure-filled haze, and the sensation of being trapped between the cold door, and his warm body, were almost enough to tip you over the edge.

you let him set the pace, feeling his hips snap against your ass quicker and harsher than the past times, you were sprawled out on the bed, julian hovering above you. while the time was short, the midfielder had a harder time concentrating on his relentless movements with the pretty noises that fell out of your mouth. melodious moans, and soft whines, combined.

"why don't you cum for me, love?" julian's voice was closer to you, his chin resting on your back, the mouth pressing soft kisses over your shoulder blade. "or do you want the cleaning staff to find us? maybe even watch us without letting us know they even found us?"

his voice was a mess of raspy but persuasive words, luring you into another world filled with much more than quiet whines. slowly, you forced yourself to open your eyelids. a sudden desire to at least have a glimpse of what julian looked like at this exact moment overcame your pleasure-filled body. blonde strands turned into an inevitable mess. beads of sweat covered his forehead, the thin hairs stuck against the sticky skin as he solely focused on the moment, how his thick length disappeared in your stretched-out pussy.

eyebrows deeply furrowed, thick lines of wrinkles appearing between his eyes and the hairline as the concentration twisted his features. it was always julian's priority to make you cum before him, and he always succeeded. his entire being, his presence, has been addictive and intoxicating for you since the first day, he laid his eyes on you

and the image of julian behind you, so entirely focused on sending you into a deep bliss-filled haze, and it was right there. the pleasure overcame you faster than expected, the low groans coaxed out of his dry mouth pulled the last strings to untie the knot. quivering limbs, nails trying so miserably to leave marks all over the door and your walls clenching around julian's length, holding him tightly inside of you while his thrusts became a sloppy rhythm. moans left your dry mouth in a mess, his name mixed with oh's and multiple curse words.

large hands grabbed at your hips desperately until he's emptied himself inside of you. pressing his body against yours tightly, julian's hips stuttered as last the white spurts covered the insides of your pussy. instead of pulling out of you, you felt the bruising grip of his fingers release the arm behind your back, and press the palms of his sweaty hands against the cold metal door. heavy-breathing chest lifted with the deep inhales of oxygen, and you felt every movement; trapped further between the solid exit and your boyfriend. "told you, you would like it." julian breathed against the side of your head, the warm breath fanning mildly across your ear as he slowly, and very carefully pulled out of your pussy.

the soreness settled in quickly, as your wetness and his semen dribbled down the inside of your thighs. "never said i would not like it. just a very inappropriate location." you chuckled, forcing your exhausted, and heavy limbs to turn around and face julian. delicate fingertips reached out for his face, trailing along his temples and over his right, red-tinted cheek.

"you look like you just came off the pitch." and the confession made him chuckle, even after losing the game after having such an advantage. "nah, they don't make me this whacked. only you do." he tugged his limp dick back into the jogging pants, before his calloused fingers helped you to place your lace, still damp, panties over your pussy again. your face twisted in disgust, the feeling a rather uncomfortable one.

"just till we're home." julian muttered, letting you pull down the denim skirt before taking a step forward, his chewed-up lips placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. and just as he turned around to grab the yellow bag from the wooden benches, the squeaking sounds of the cleaning staff's old trolly echoed through the catacombs.

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[bellinghamount]

Hi!! Can I request a Marco Reus imagine where the reader (she/her) has a seizure unexpectedly? Angsty, but fluff at the end x Love ur writing!

a bad gift | marco reus

warnings: I don't really know if anything here can be a trigger for anyone, but with the requested, there is a detailed description of a seizure; feelings of despair; distress

word count: 1025

notes: i have never written about someone convulsing before, so if there is any wrong information, please correct me and don't use fictional texts to base yourself on emergency cases, no matter how much correct information you have! thanks for the challenge :) i really hope it turned out well and that you like it!"

Marco was not a party guy, but when Y/N asked him if they could do something for his birthday, he simply could not say no. So that afternoon of that day, they were celebrating. A few people were circulating around the garden of the house, his friends from BVB, her friends from work, not to mention their family. It was a radiant, sunny day, Marco was laughing with Dahoud and Brandt when he noticed her absence. It had been a few minutes since Y/N had appeared in the yard, which was strange. Y/N was a sociable person, she was always around chatting and laughing, especially when she had guests over.

"Hey, have you guys seen Y/N?" Marco asked, believing that his friends and teammates might have noticed something he missed.

"I saw her going into the house, but that was a while ago." Mo said, pointing to the door.

"Wait a minute, I'll go look for her."

"I think you better hurry, before Mo ruins your cake!" Julian shouted, laughing, as Marco headed toward the house.

The house was open concept, with the dining room connecting the kitchen and living room. Marco looked both ways for her, but the downstairs seemed empty. He was about to look in the bedrooms and bathroom when he heard the loud sound of a cell phone ringing in the sink. A counter divided the kitchen from the dining room, and this blocked his view, so his steps were almost slow to turn off the noise of the cell phone, which he deduced was Y/N's.

When he got there, his legs trembled, and he fell, his knees hitting the floor as a thud when he saw Y/N standing there, fallen. Her teeth were rigid, and he could see her biting her tongue until it bled. Blood dripped from her mouth along with a frothy white saliva. Her skin was a bluish tinge, due to her compromised breathing. Y/N suddenly contracted her arms, legs and abdomen as she struggled, unconsciously.

Marco knew, she was convulsing, he was no health technician, but he knew what to do in those cases, so the first thing he did was to lay Y/N's body on its side so that the fluids from her mouth would drain out of the corner, and she wouldn't suffocate from the fluids. He ran into the room for a pillow to put under her head, so she wouldn't hurt her head as she struggled. His heart squeezed, he had no idea how long she had been lying there on the floor, and an agonizing distress took over his whole body.

He wanted to hold her, to hug her, but he knew he couldn't do that. Trying to hold the movements of someone who is convulsing would only hurt the victim more.

"Marco you by any chance..." Mats' voice came up in the kitchen, but he froze when he saw Y/N on the floor, with Marco kneeling beside him. "What the hell...?"

"She's convulsing, can you call her parents for me? I'm calling the ambulance." He replied with trembling fingers and dialing the emergency number.

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Hospitals always had the same smell and were always too cold. Y/N could feel the chills on her skin when she woke up. There was a layer of blanket on top of her, but not enough to keep her warm.

"Marco?" She said, opening her eyes slowly, seeing her boyfriend sitting on the couch facing her. There was little light in the room, and she was immensely grateful for that. Y/N looked around trying to understand what was going on, she could feel the serum entering her veins through an IV needle. "What the hell..."

"Hey baby, you're awake!" He interrupted her by getting up on the couch and going over to the bed. Marco held her hands, making circles on her wrists. He remembered how fast her heart rate and blood pressure were at the time of the episode, not to mention her uncompressed perspiration.

"Is that a hospital? Why are we in a hospital?"

"You had a seizure this afternoon." He explained, trying to calm her desperate eyes as he gently slid his fingers across her face. "I found you in the kitchen, struggling all over."

"Oh my God..." She leaned back against the pillow. That day couldn't have ended any worse.

"Are you okay? Damn, you really scared me."

"Yeah, I am, but..." She forced a smile, entwining her fingers in his. Y/N looked down, she felt bad, "I ruined your party."

"I don't care about that party, just that you're okay." He brought her hand to his mouth and deposited a kiss there, that really made Y/N smile.

"So, did the doctor tell you when he's going to release me?"

"Tomorrow. They said they want to run some tests to investigate the cause of the seizure." She rolled her eyes and Marco laughed, he knew she hated medical routines, even if they were necessary.

"I assume you won't be leaving here, will you?"

"You assumed right."

Marco shook his head. Y/N would rather he goes home, sleep in the comfort of their bed instead of snuggling on that uncomfortable couch, but no matter what she said, nothing would get him out of there until she could leave with him too.

"That was the worst gift I could ever give you."

"It was, but you are the best gift life has given me." He said, leaning his body toward her. "I love you."

"I love you too, Marco." She replied, smiling, before he brought his lips together on hers in a sweet and tender kiss. "Well, since you're going to be here all night, lie here with me."

She said, moving her hips to the side to make room for him on the bed. Marco took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, staying beside her. He slipped his arms over Y/N's shoulders, and she nestled into his chest. His embrace was so warm and secure. After that fright, that moment felt like heaven. He kissed the top of her head, thinking about it.

"I could never say no to that."

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[gothicwidowsworld]

I’m… I’m not asking for a lot but can we please please please have more Julian Brandt imagines please…. There isn’t enough like es tut mir leid der Mann ist sehr schön like please i ✨NEED✨ Julian stuff Danke

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[footy-fictionist]

Is this it? - Julian Brandt

Pairing: Julian Brandt x female Schlotterbeck reader, Nico Schlotterbeck x sister reader, Karim Adeyemi x ex-girlfriend reader

Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of fear of commitment/abandonment, reader is a student, little bit of fluff, nervousness, mentions of the game against Leipzig

Word count: 1281

Note: If this one works well, I will post more parts for this. As always, English is not my first language. I do not know any of the players personally, this is completely fictional. Let me know what you think, should there be a part 2 and maybe 3? Please do not copy or publish my work, reblogging is fine!

She swore off footballers after one of them broke her heart. She had been in a relationship with Karim for almost a year, when she found out he was cheating on her. He was her brother’s best friend and she had to convince Nico to forgive Karim, not being able to forgive herself if they wouldn’t be friends anymore. Even if that wasn’t something that would be seen as her fault, since it was Karim that screwed up big time. But for her it meant not going to games anymore and cutting off all the footballer friends she had made. She had to process everything and get over Karim before even considering going to a game and seeing other footballers again. 

Nico understood and never forced his sister to go anywhere. Everyone loved her though, so they were all a bit cold towards Karim the second they found out that she wasn’t going to be around anymore. Especially Julian, he was livid when he found out what Karim did. He would never admit it to anyone else, but he fell in love with her the second he met her. But he never showed it, because he would never try and ruin her happiness. He settled on just being her friend instead. If she was happy with Karim, he would accept that. He never expected her to cut off all contact and it hurt him more than he expected. 

It is the reason why it took him a long time to warm up to Karim again. Everyone else let it go once they saw that Nico didn’t take any further action. But Julian still held his grudge. It took weeks to warm up to Karim again and even then it was only small steps at a time.

It took her a few months to get over Karim. She enjoyed having almost zero contact with football, even if she missed some of the friends she made. She could completely focus on school and didn’t have any other distractions. Of course she watched the games for Nico, but she didn’t participate in anything else. She didn’t expect one footballer to jump back into her life though.

It was another day of classes and in the early morning she went to get her coffee at her favourite café in Dortmund. It was small but cozy and they knew her order by heart. After getting her drink, she thanks the barista before leaving the café, only to bump into someone. She manages to not spill anything but stumbles a little. The person helps stabilize her and she looks up to thank them. Only to find the eyes of Julian Brandt. The second they lock eyes, both of them send each other a bright smile. She puts her coffee on the small table that’s outside the café and immediately wraps her arms around his neck, his arms wrapping around her waist. 

“Oh my gosh Jule, I didn’t expect to see you here! I’m sorry for bumping into you, but also not sorry for bumping into you! How are you?”

Julian is thanking his lucky stars for bumping into her. He answers her whilst still holding her in his arms. They pull away and just talk for a few minutes. That is until she checks the time and sees she’s running late to class. She goes to say goodbye, but Julian can’t let her get away again, not now that he’s had contact with her again. 

“Please, please don’t cut contact again. I miss you.” He knows he sounds a little desperate, but he can’t help it. He won’t lose her again.

“I promise Jule. I didn’t realize it till I just bumped into you, but I really missed you too. A lot. I’ll text you. I have to go now, but I promise.”

And she does. The second she’s sat in her class she’s texting him. And it’s the restart of their friendship. Soon enough they’re talking everyday, both of them happy to have this much contact again. Smiles on their faces, that no one can get rid off. Nico asks her about the way she smiles at her phone, she just smiles at Nico and doesn’t really give him an answer. But it doesn’t bother him, because whoever it is, they’ve brought back the sparkle in her eyes. 

With Julian it shows in the way he plays on the field. He’s back to the skill level everyone was used to when he played for Leverkusen. He’s probably even better than he was back then. And she always finds a way to congratulate him on the way he played. He never saw her at the games though, but that is something he wanted to change. Not just the seeing her there part, but who she was supporting. But instead of just asking her, he sent her a box in the hope she’d understand what he was asking. A box with his jersey and a ticket to the game against Leipzig. The box arrived at her apartment whilst Nico was there with her. 

She didn’t expect a package but opened it nonetheless. She gasped when she saw the contents of the box, only making Nico curious. Whilst she was still processing what she saw and what Julian was asking, Nico looked into the box. When he saw the jersey with Brandt on the back, his eyebrows almost touched his hairline. So this was who was making her smile all the time, she got back into contact with Julian. And from the contents of this box, it wasn’t just regular contact.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

The question confuses her a little, as she’s still processing what Julian is asking of her. But then she realizes Nico is with her and that he just looked into the box. Her cheeks start to burn and she starts stuttering, trying to explain. Nico just smiles at her softly, knowing that she was scared. Scared to admit that she likes Julian, scared to get back into a relationship with one of his teammates. Scared of what he, their family and everyone else would say. 

“You know you don’t have to worry about me when it comes to things like this. I’ll give him hell if he hurts you, but if you like or love him, I won’t hold you back.”

She didn’t think Nico could make her cry over something like this. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted this, especially not after what happened with Karim. So she threw her arms around her brothers’ neck and started crying a little.

“I’m scared. What if he does, what Karim did? What if he ends up breaking my heart? I don’t think I can go through it a second time. I don’t care about Karim anymore, but what if this all backfires.”

So all Nico could do was hold her and try soothing her. He reassures her about everything, that even if it did happen, she wouldn’t be alone. But he didn’t think it would happen. He’s seen the way Julian looked at her when she was still with Karim. He knew back then that Julian was in love with her. No matter how bad he felt about it, he thought Julian was a better fit for her then Karim. So when Karim broke her heart, he was pissed, but also not surprised. He knew Karim wouldn’t be the one for her. So to see that she got back into contact with the boy that has loved her for ages and him finally shooting his shot, made Nico happy. 

“So, what are you gonna do? Will you accept what he’s asking of you?”

Part 2?

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[footy-fictionist]

This might be it - Julian Brandt

Pairing: Julian Brandt x female Schlotterbeck reader, Nico Schlotterbeck x sister reader, Karim Adeyemi x ex-girlfriend reader

Warnings: fluff, bit of nerves, small cliffhanger at the end, small mention of cheating, bit of teasing from Nico Word count: 1010

Note: As always, English is not my first language. This is the second part to Is this it? There will be a third part as well. I don't know the players personally, this is completely fictional. Please do not copy or publish my work, reblogging is fine!

To say Julian is nervous is an understatement. Today is the game against Leipzig, but that isn’t why he’s nervous. Whilst they’ve still been in contact, she hasn’t let anything on about the box he sent her. Not a single word about it. He was too afraid to ask about it, but the nerves are eating him alive. It doesn’t help that Nico is watching his every move. He didn’t know why, but after he sent the box Nico kept a close eye on him. Or that’s just what his brain made him think because of the nerves. 

But whilst they’re changing for the game, he can feel Nico’s eyes on him. Which makes him even more nervous. He tries to focus on getting ready and getting in the right headspace. When suddenly someone taps his arm. Nico is standing next to him, but his face doesn’t give away anything. Julian stands up and faces Nico.

“There is someone waiting for you outside the changing room. I’d go quickly before the warm-up if I were you.”

That is all that Nico told him, before turning around and going back to his seat to continue getting ready. Julian checked to make sure he was appropriate before heading to the changing room door. He saw the looks of his teammates, all of them curious as to what was going on. Even Karim, who was talking to a few others to motivate them, was watching him. As he stepped out, he didn’t see anyone at first. So he looks down the corridor and there she is. She’s standing there, facing him with a nervous look on her face. 

Julian slowly approaches her, noticing she is wearing a Dortmund shirt. But from the front, you can’t see which name she has on her back. Once he’s in front of her, she wraps her arms around his neck for a hug. He reciprocates of course, wrapping his arms around her waist and putting his face in the crook of her neck. He takes in her scent, one that’s always comforting to him and it settles his nerves a little. 

“I really hope I understood what you were asking me by sending me the ticket and the jersey.”

She pulls away from Julian and both of them are a bit hesitant to let go. And then she turns around to show him the name on her back. The suspense is killing him, but once she’s turned around, a laugh escapes him. She’s wearing it, she’s wearing his jersey. She accepts what he’s asking of her. She’s agreed to officially date him. 

“Just to be sure, this means I get to call you my girlfriend right?”

It comes out softer than both of them expect. But she turns back around to look him in the eyes and she just gives him a nod. To which he immediately wraps his arms back around her waist, lifting her up and spinning her around. She laughs this time, clinging to his shoulders almost begging him to stop. When he puts her back down, he puts his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. And they just stand there for a minute, taking each other in. They only pull away when they hear the changing room door opening. 

“You have to let him go now, he needs to get ready for the game.”

Nico is standing in the doorway, looking at them with a smile. For a minute, both of them had forgotten where they were. The people around them getting everything ready for the game, were all forgotten in each other’s presence. He pulls away from her and she presses a kiss to his cheek and wishes him good luck. In return he presses a kiss to her forehead and he watches her walk away, heading to her seat. Julian walks towards the changing room, now a little nervous because Nico is still standing there. And even if he’s smiling, Julian is still cautious. But Nico just slaps him on the back, softly congratulating him. But Nico wouldn’t be Nico if he didn’t also threaten him to not hurt his sister.  

When Julian walked into the changing room again, a lot of eyes were on him. Curious to know why he left the room, Marius walked up to him. He sits next to Julian, but Julian doesn’t pay him a lot of attention, instead he’s making sure that everything is ready for the game. He ignores the questioning looks from his teammates and does his usual routine to get into the right mindset. Only this time it’s with a huge smile on his face. So when they can’t get anything from Julian, their gazes turn to Nico. Nico looks at everyone looking at him, but he, just like Julian, doesn’t give anything away. 

Soon enough they move out of the changing room to warm up for the game. It doesn’t take too long for someone to approach Julian, he glances to the side to find Karim walking next to him. Karim gives Julian a look, one asking him to tell him what’s going on. But Julian just shakes his head and doesn’t say a word to Karim, which seems to frustrate him a lot. It amuses Julian that he can get under Karim’s skin like that and he doesn’t even know that Julian is dating his ex now. Julian looks up at the stands, trying to find her in her seat. 

He finds her after a few minutes and sends a bright smile her way. He notices that she begins to smile too. What they both do not notice is Karim following Julians gaze. Only to find his ex-girlfriend in the stands. The one he cheated on, the one he still loves even if they never spoke again after breaking up. Karim looks from Julian to her, not really knowing how to feel about this development. Then again, it could mean nothing, they were already friends when she and Karim were dating. For now he’ll watch what’ll happen from the sidelines.

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