#Julian Brandt blurb

[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."

[footballffbarbiex]

player: Julian Brandt words: 507 request: Julian Brandt - you / your - 250 - 500 - he comes back from training and finds you asleep on the sofa watching christmas films, you then wake up to him making a fancy dinner for the two of you

Julian had text you when leaving training but hadn’t heard anything back. He’d tried again when he reached the grocery store and sent another text following an ignored call. When the text too went unanswered, he took it upon himself to get things that he knew you’d like. He could of course, come home with only things to make for dinner, but he’d had a good session today and he wanted to come home with a little treat or two to make the evening a good one. 

Entering the house, Julian can hear the TV playing which means that you’re definitely home. Rather than calling out, Julian quietly removes his outer clothes and makes his way through as quietly as he can. A glance in the living room confirms his suspicions when he spots you buried beneath the blankets, your phone placed on your hip and fast asleep. 

He resists the urge to go over and brush hair from your face and instead, moves on past the room and into the kitchen where he lays everything out and begins to wonder where to start first. 

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You awake to the sound of a different movie playing to the one you last remember watching. Outside is dark already and though you can’t remember turning on the lamps in the living room, they’re creating a warm glow. Checking your phone shows missed calls from Julian and text messages from over two hours ago. 

Crap, you think as you pull yourself up into a sitting position and squint around the room. Only now do you realise that you can smell something cooking, and that certainly wasn’t prepared, let alone started cooking, before you’d settled down to watch a movie. Tapping the phone screen, you notice what time it is, having not really looked at it when you checked your phone last time. If it wasn’t Julian, someone has broken into the house to cook a dinner for the inhabitants. 

The smell of it brings you to your feet and the closer you get to the kitchen, the more your stomach rumbles. Julian has changed clothes and his back is to you as you enter, he’s playing music quietly and you can hear him humming along with it. 

“Jule, this smells incredible,” you say, your voice making him jump. He spins, stirring spoon dripping with sauce splattering as he turns to face you. Relief falls over his face as quickly as yours had when you realised who was in the house. “Sorry,” a chuckle escapes before you can stop it and you step towards him, swiping a sheet of kitchen roll in the process to wipe up the spillage. “But it does smell beautiful.” You smile at him as you straighten back up and he greets you up close with a kiss. 

“I did also pick up some snacks for later.” He gestures to a bag that he’s left on the table and your curiosity gets the better of you. 

“If there’s room for something sweet.”

“There’s always room for something sweet.”

[lovelybrandt]

Football Imagines - My Dream Heart - Julian Brandt Smut

Smut Warning!!!! 🔞🔥🍑

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"Jule" Please Moans Make It Stop Such As Very Loud Ahhhh...........

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The End!!!

[rwshfordgirl]

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↳ 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍!

↳ 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 ask 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

↳ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱

christmas prompts | 2024

[footballerimaginess]

July Posting Schedule

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[nuestraluzdelaluna]

2) running fingers through hair - Julian Brandt

running fingers through their hair

Mindlessly scrolling through your instagram feed you laid on the bed, listening to the comforting sound of the shower. Due to the weather you tried to wear as less close a as possible to bed which this night ended up being just a cropped tank top and panties.

The sound of the bathroom door opening pulled you out of your thoughts and made you look up, being met with your favorite view. Julian stood there fiddling with the towel that hung low on his hips his wet hair laid softly on his forehead and his chest was decorated by water drops that ran down his muscles. A smile spread on your lips as his eyes met yours, cheeks tinted pink at the thought of being caught.

“You done staring?” he chuckled, smirk on his lips as he jokingly bit his lip. Making his way over to you, you could recognize the familiar spark in his eyes which, paired with that boyish smirk indicated no good. Julian placed a hand on each side of your hip, his head now hovering directly over your stomach making you move slightly in anticipation of what might come.

And you were not wrong, out of the blue and just when you were about to answer a question your boyfriend rapidly shook his head from side to side. You let out a loud squeak as the water hit your skin, giggling you tried to stop julian by putting your hands on either side of his face.

Gently leaning up you pecked his lips before laying dow again, pulling him with you so he could lay his head on your chest.

You could feel julian nuzzling closer to you, desperate to feel your skin against his as he took in your scent. His long arms were spread widely as his full weight rested on your body. Running your fingers through his wet hair you felt him relax more and more, pressing small kisses to your skin. Scratching over his scalp gently you felt julian let out a soft sigh, the two of you laying in a comfortable silence and enjoying each other’s presence.

[footballxixstars]

Julian Brandt

Julian Brandt born on the 2nd of May 1996. He plays for Borussia Dortmund and Germany National Team.

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Blurbs

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OneShots

Swimming Pool in the Garden ~ You and Julian take your children swimming in the back garden.

Prague Christmas Market ~ The two of you go to Prague during Christmas time to go to the Christmas Market

Childish Dares ~ Marco dares Julian to go and see Santa where you do happen to be an elf- also your child is a huge fan of Borussia Dortmund

Bake Together ~ You and Julian decide to bake together however not much baking occurs

Playtime in the Snow ~ Your son sees snow outside the window and it’s time to go and play

Easter Engagement ~ Julian makes you do and Easter Egg Hunt where you find an engagement ring

I’ll Always Have You ~ Your child hurts themselves and Julian comforts them

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Smuts

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MASTERLIST

[footballdaydream]

Hiiii, could you write something with Julian Brandt being jealous with your daughter because she came home saying she had a boyfriend?

“Hello daddy.”, your little daughter said once the two of you were in the house. She was happily skipping over to Julian who was in the kitchen. “Hey sweetie.”, he said, picking her up as he pressed a gentle kiss on her cheek. You entered the kitchen as well, putting your bag as well as her backpack down on the kitchen counter while you watched your two favourite people interact with each other.

“I’m home too by the way.”, you said, giggling lightly as you walked over to them. Julian looked at you with a bright smile as he turned his head and pressed his lips on yours. “Hi babe.”, he said, quickly kissing your lips again before he suddenly felt his daughter’s small hand on his cheek, turning his head so he could look into her eyes again. “You haven’t asked me how my day was.”, the five-year-old stated, making you and your husband laugh as you left the two of them alone, starting to gather a few things for dinner. “Well, tell me, how was your day?”, he asked her, sitting down on one of the chairs at your dinner table as she started telling him all about her day.

“Oh, and then I and Paul were running around the whole park while the other kids just sat there and did nothing. They’re so boring.”, YDN said. You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that she had her dad’s attitude. “Who is Paul?”, you suddenly heard Julian ask, your eyes locking with his as all you could do was shrug your shoulders. “He’s my boyfriend, daddy.”, your daughter happily said, your husbands’ eyes going wide as he looked at his little mini-me. “But you’re too young to have a boyfriend darling.”, he said, brushing his hand through her hair. “Oh, silly daddy. I’m already five years old. Tessa and Steve are also boyfriend and girlfriend and they are only four.”, she said giggling as she climbed down from his lap and made his way over to you. “Mummy? Can I and Paul meet up tomorrow after kindergarten? He already asked his mum and she said yes. Can I? Please?”, she asked you, her blue eyes that were representing her father’s, wide open. “Of course, you can. Now go get to your room and change. I’ll start dinner in a bit.”, she said, your daughter clapping her hands as she quickly ran out of the kitchen and to her room.

“Why would you say yes to her and Paul meeting up?”, Julian suddenly asked as he got up from his chair and walked over to you. You looked at your husband, a confused expression gracing his face. “Julian, she’s five and not fourteen or fifteen where we have to worry about what she might do. They’ll probably just play and that’s it. Relax.”, you said, turning around again to chop some vegetables for dinner. “We don’t even know that guy.”, he stated, making you roll your eyes as you let out a sigh and turned around again. “Julian Brandt, are you jealous of a five-year-old? You’re still her number one, okay? Stop worrying so much and start helping me with dinner.”, you said, looking up at him with a gentle smile as you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “You have to let her go at some point.”, you whispered against his lips. “But not now. She’s too young.”, he said, making you laugh out loud as you shook your head.

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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.”

[livlaughlfc]

heyy

could you write something with julian brandt being jealous?

heyyy of course I can! Thank you for requesting something for Julian because I definitely don’t get enough requests about him even though I love him. I hope you like it :)) 

We’ll Write Our Life Stories Together

Julian was never the jealous type. He was always so level-headed and calm –– stubborn and snarky for sure –– but never jealous. Your relationship had been built on so much trust and open communication that even when he saw that other guys were interested in you, he never had any reason to doubt you. 

That being said, today was different. You were at a Borussia Dortmund social event that the club hosted at the end every season for players, staff, coaches, and their families to congratulate everyone on a job well done. Julian was looking forward to introducing you to new people and celebrating a great season, and while you were enjoying yourselves for most of the night, that all ended towards the end of the reception when he saw you getting along with one of the new analysts, Jonas. 

At first, he didn’t think anything of it. You got along with everyone you met. It wasn’t until you brought Jonas over to Julian that he saw green. 

“Julian, how come you didn’t tell me Jonas worked here? He and I used to be classmates at university!” you said with a bright smile. Julian felt a twinge of jealousy in that moment because it was arguably the biggest smile you shined all evening, but he refrained himself. He knew better. 

“Oh, I didn’t realize you went to the same university” Julian replied. “But you’re a little older, aren’t you Jonas?” 

“Yeah I am! We weren’t in the same graduating class, but we took a few courses together. Y/N was a new first-year student, so I took her under my wing and helped her adjust to university course load and whatnot.” Jonas replied as you nodded your head enthusiastically. 

Julian was slightly reassured to hear that you and Jonas didn’t have too deep a history together, but just as he was going to continue the friendly conversation, his thoughts were interrupted when Favre called him over. 

Favre had called him over to introduce him to his family as he had done for all the Dortmund players, but throughout the conversation, he was glancing over at you and Jonas. You were out of earshot, but you were still laughing with a wide smile that stretched from ear to ear. What could you possibly be laughing so passionately about with an old classmate? 

Julian tried to focus on what Favre was saying, but he couldn’t take it any longer when he saw Jonas laugh at something you said and place his hand on your shoulder. He excused himself and immediately walked over to where you were still laughing hysterically. 

“–– and do you remember when the professor got stuck to the table?” you asked, but before Jonas could reply, Julian was by your side telling you that you had to leave immediately. “Why, did something happen, babe?” you asked with concerned eyes. 

“No,” Julian replied. “I just have a bad headache, and I’d like to go home a little early.” 

“Ok, we can go a little early,” you said. You turned to Jonas with apologetic eyes and reached for a pen in your pocket and a nearby napkin to write down your number. “I’m really sorry, but it looks like I have to head out a little early. It was so nice catching up with you though, Jonas. Text me, and we can meet up over lunch some time” you said as Julian impatiently tapped his feet and dramatically huffed. He knew you didn’t mean anything but to genuinely catch up with an old friend, but this was the last thing he wanted. 

The ride home was unusually quiet. You could tell from the way Julian tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and sighing to himself that there was something ticking him off more than a headache. 

“Ok, what is it, Jules?” you asked. “I know there’s something bothering you, and it’s not just a headache.” 

Julian sighed. There was no hiding anything from you. He knew you weren’t purposely trying to make him jealous or flirting with Jonas, but he still had to be honest with you about how he was feeling. 

“I know you probably didn’t mean anything by it and you were probably just excited to catch up with an old friend, but...” he started before trailing off. 

“But what?” 

“Just ––” he continued as he sighed. This wasn’t easy to admit. As understanding as he was, he was also incredibly proud and stubborn. “I was just jealous because of how well you and Jonas got along” he confessed. 

You couldn’t help but let out a stifled laugh. Julian’s tone of defeat and his jealousy was so endearing to you. 

“Well, first, I’m glad you trusted me enough to know that I would never purposely flirt with someone other than you,” you said. “And second, you know that I love you and only you, right?” 

“Yeah, I do. I just felt jealous because normally when guys get along with you like Jonas did, they’re strangers, but Jonas was someone who knew what you were like before I met you. He knows a side of you that I don’t, and I didn’t like admitting that to myself.” he said. 

You gave Julian a small smile and grabbed his spare hand in response. You understood the feeling because you’d be lying if you said that you never felt jealous about the girls in Julian’s life that he knew before he met you. 

“Jules, look at me” you said at the next red light. He met your reassuring, loving eyes with his defeated ones. “I know how you feel, but even though Jonas knows the university version of me that you didn’t get to meet, you know the current version of me better than anyone. And you’re gonna know all the future versions of me because we’ll write our life stories together.”

Julian was so entranced and touched by what you said that, even though the light turned green, he had to give you a quick kiss. You always seemed to know how to make all his problems and insecurities go away, and for that alone, he knew that he’d spend the rest of his life with you. 

Your kiss was interrupted by the honk of the car behind you, but the rest of the car ride was full of hand holding and laughter as you explained to Julian the story of how your professor had gotten stuck to the table because of the glue you accidentally spilled. 

Whew that was LONG, but it’s one of my favorites so far. I hope you like it too, and please request more Julian Brandt! 

[macybeckham7]

You and Julian are arguing about something small and you get frustrated because he never apologizes it’s always you mending things. So he realizes that he hasn’t been taking responsibility for his actions and makes it up to you in a romantic way apologizing

You let out a small sigh you massage your temples as you couldn't be bothered with the arguments, with him saying all the bad things to you, and then he doesn't talk to you until you are the one who is apologising. This time you tell him that this wasn't going to end that way, you telling him to get his head out of his ass, he could see that you were emotional as you tell him that its always you, even though you’re not the bad guy. You leave him for most of the day, he was instantly at the door as you walk in, he gives you a small look as he pulls you into a hug, he kisses your forehead as he tells you how sorry he was, he knew that actions speak louder than words. He takes your hand and pulls you into the kitchen and shows off his two course meal, and a big bouquet of flowers. He kisses you and he promises that he will stop being a little shit. 

[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.

[footballffbarbiex]

To Love All Of Me Masterlist

One. Roman Burki. (stretchmarks and thick thighs)

Two. Hector Bellerin. (Height difference)

Three. Leon Goretzka. (pierced + tattoos gf) 

Four. Trent Alexander-Arnold (non curvy gf) 

Five. Reiss Nelson (plus sized gf) 

Six. Julian Brandt (body hair) 

Seven. Mason Mount. (curly/coily hair) 

Eight. Eric Dier. (size difference) 

Nine. Dominic Calvert-Lewin (she has small boobs) 

Ten. Jan Oblack (baby weight gain) 

Eleven. Leon Goretzka (gf is bi) 

Twelve. Hector Bellerin (stretchmarks on breasts) 

Thirteen. Jack Grealish (gf has big boobs)

Fourteen. Harry Winks (gf is a redhead) 

Fifteen. Virgil van Dijk (small boobs) 

Sixteen. Virgil van Dijk (small boobs. considering surgery) 

Seventeen. Antoine Griezmann (loose skin after weight loss) 

Eighteen. Eric Dier (bigger girl worries) 

[footywritingworks]

Baking with Julian?

If there was one thing you knew about Julian, it was that he wasnt a good cook. Throughout the course of your relationship he. managed to burn almost every meal he tried to make. From pizza he left in the oven too long, to burning pasta because he forgot to put water in the pot. You on the other hand were a great cook. Your mom had taught you everything you knew and now it was time to show your boyfriend how to cook and bake without burning anything. You started with baking because it was much easier for beginners. Grabbing the receipt for your favourite cookies you asked for Julian to get into the kitchen. He obliged and wrapped his arms around your waist as he stood behind you.

¨What are you doing? Why do you need my help?¨

You smiled brightly at him and held up the receipt book.

¨We´re gonna bake cookies together!¨

And despite him not being as excited ass you were, he decided to do it because of you. And thats how you ended up on the kitchen floor and hours later, both of you covered in flour, kissing one another. You pulled away, giggling to yourself.

¨Baking really isn´t something for you, is it?¨

He also began to laugh, pulling you close again. You heard him mumbling a ´shut up´ before kissing you.

[footballerimaginess]

hey my love!! i’m assuming your requests are open!! would you mind writing a julian brandt imagine, maybe where you’re just hanging out with him and he surprises you with a picnic or something?? thank you so much, i don’t usually do anon but i want to let you know that i appreciate and love your work!!

Word Count: 163

Aww thank you that’s very kind of you to say😌

You were sitting in the park having a chilled day in the sun. You had both got the day off and you were chilling with Julian. "How are you babe? You seem quiet?" you asked him. "No I am hungry" you pouted. "Well I have something for that hunger babe" Julian got up leaving you confused as to where he was going. "Well I am glad that I planned this for you already" you looked up as he put a picnic basket on the grass. "Oh Ju, this is so cute. Thank you" you smiled. "That is okay babe. I filled this with all of your favourite treats, are you happy with this?" Julian asked as he pulled out the food. "Yes I am happy with it. Thank you so much" you grinned. You bit into the watermelon. "I can't believe you sneakily did this" you smirked. "Well I am happy you like this. I even got drinks too, cans though" you laughed.

[nuestraluzdelaluna]

✦:˒ dortmund masterlist ◞⁺☆．

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✎ who i write for

ღ players i love writing for

✦:˒ smut

↯ angst

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˗ˏˋ julian brandt ´ˎ˗

✦:˒ sexual tension

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˗ˏˋ emre can ´ˎ˗

hugs

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˗ˏˋ gio reyna ´ˎ˗

! no smut !

official

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˗ˏˋ jude bellingham ´ˎ˗

! no smut !

cute

surprise

i love you

sick

morning after

welcome home

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