#julian brandt blurbs

[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!!!! 🔞🔥🍑

Y/N Julian After Goes To The When You in House Of Manhattan And Brooklyn New York This Is Reality Was A Dream Kind State The City in Palace.

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Jule Who Wants in Kitchen Make Tea Rose No Added Sugar And Sweet Pudding Custard Dessert And Strawberry Muffin Tea Cherry Blossom For His Wife April Is Ready Julian Time To Eats Taste Better Delicious is A Sweet Strawberry Muffin Sugar And Fruity Pudding Custard Tea Scent Like Rose Flower From France Better Than Ever Like Perfume And Floral Essential Taste Like Better Yum!!!! Is Too Much Non Sugar Very Better Like Fragrance

April Who Need Time To Eat Please Strawberry Muffin And Pudding Custard Tea Cherry Blossom Sweet Scent Smells Like Perfume Flowers Essential From Japan

Jule And April, Goes Take Need Wants Bedroom Cute Theme Color Yellow Is Soo Adorable Funny Sitting in Bed Duvet Single Size Medium Very Big Large Is Soft And Fluffy Has A Cute What Is Means Not Sleeping Was A Dreaming Everyone Thinking Yes

Julian And April Her Beautifiul Wearing Painted Red Nails Really Want Playing No Touch As Sweet Fun And Cuddle Her Kiss Actually Not Recognize Is Ours Having In Your Heart.

Y/N His Girlfriend April Who Wants Need Undressing She Taking Off Took Her Golden Bracelet And Her High Heels Silver Sandals Shoes And Her Red Dress Ruffle Her Revealing Lacy Black Bra And Panties Her Beautifiul Lace.

April is Hot Sit Her Bed Is Lucky Every Fluffy And Cuddle His Hug Need Love Take His Hand Him And Happy Share Better Than Like Mood When Gets Flirt Leave The Behind Alone Need Her Kissing Just His Husband Was A Dream.

Y/N Julian She Slowly Taking Off Leave In Your Tease Undress Her Shoes Black Sneakers And Her Blue T Shirt Her Black Active Long Pants And Her Revealing Get Harder His White Brief Is Already To Having A Sex In Bedroom

Jule And April Sit In Bed Gets Tweaking Love Hug And Cuddly Adorable Her Push Up Was A Sexy As Reality Funny And Shaking Hug Julian Her Shrugs Touch Breast Oops April Need Her Body Was Your Heart Is Could Wait Happen Breathe When Dream Mad About It

Jule April Frustration Beautifiul Redhead Hair This Lady Was Make Her Groan Silky And Holic Close Your Get Shake Twerking Taste V-Line In Your Lips Moans Very Loud These Remember Crush Is Happy Every Prickly Your Make Me Blush Too Much Pinky Is Cute Miss Insensitive Try Was Believe Dreams Join Life

Jule Are You Her Sexy Moans In Bedroom Thinking Goes Shaking Up And Giggle Was A Little Prince Is Soo Cuddly And Fluff Sweet His Girlfriend Applying With Body Lotion Smells Like Sweet Scent Candy And Berries Isn't Not Is Body Serum Without Cream As Smile Cheeky Punish April And Julian's Pulled Off Her Underwear Gets Dick Frustration Tweaking Ever Traced Again Moaned Her Panted Out Expand April's Mom Who Gets Knocked Door in Bedroom But Very Loud.

Oh No Julian And April Rainy The Weather Rain Cloudy Jule Window That Open in Bedroom Makes Will Close The Windows Over The Slips Hitting On Before Never I Could Wish Something I'm Gonna Just Hotter Was In Heart Badly So Stupid Even Care Really Sense

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

Jule And April Sit In The Bed Make Her Sleeping Having Make Stop It Lot Of A Sex Was Could Remember What Football Such Has A Heart Make Me Happy Could Say It's Was A Dream Becomes Couple Has A Prince And Princess Sweet Well I Wish Take Your My Times Is Just Quiet Very Make A Kissing After Sleeping In Your Dreams Been Ago While.....

The End!!!

[rwshfordgirl]

𝗼𝗹'𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞

↳ 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝗏𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗏𝖺𝗌𝖼𝗈 𝖽𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖺 𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍

𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

𝗃𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗁𝖺𝗆

𝗑𝖺𝗏𝗂 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌

𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗃𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖽𝖾

𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗅𝖽

𝗃𝗎𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗍

𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗌

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬

↳ 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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[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

[macybeckham7]

you go to the hospital to see Julian (you are each other’s exes?)

You had kept a close eye on Julian even though you had a pretty messy break up. Were watching the Bayern vs Dortmund game when you felt your heart in your throat as you saw the clash of heads and how bad it was for him. You run to get your jacket and shoes on and grabbed your keys and ran out. His mum meets you there and hugs you tightly as she was happy to see you, she tells the nurse that you were with her and takes you into the hospital. By the time you walk into the ward, he was trying to sit up with you telling him to not move. ‘You gave me a scare’ you mumble, as you gently caress his cheek. You both realising that there was still so much love between you two.

[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.

[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.

[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.”

[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) 

[penguintransporter]

This little thing came to my head few nights ago, and because I always put so much research in a player that I am writing it for, I decided to skip it because I didn’t want to waste any time in case the idea got lost. It’s a bit angsty, but I love my emotional roller-coaster. Anyway, read, enjoy and tell me who you imagined when reading it. 💗

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Masochistic.

You’ve heard this term many times before, and you finally knew what it meant and how it felt because there was no other word that could describe you and what you were doing to yourself in that very moment. Walking through the large oak doors – clutching a small box with a golden bow in your hands, wearing dress more fitting for a funeral than a birthday.

Your eyes roam the room, looking for the person that invited you to his birthday party, but deep down you know that your eyes are looking for someone else.

You were looking for him.

It’s been more than eight months since you last saw him in blood and flesh – that afternoon when you, fed up with the pain in your chest, spilled all of your feelings in front of him as if they were a jug of milk in slippery hands.

More than eight months since he walked out, confused and angry at the same time. It’s been more than eight months since he slammed the doors of your apartment on his way out, only to never walk back through them – not even to retrieve some of his belongings and random things he kept at your place – purposefully or unintentionally.

A battered Thomas Mann book, a toothbrush in the spare bathroom cupboard and a pair of old cleats that still hung in the hallway, next to your jacket.

You’ve heard that he was doing fine whenever you asked about him, and it was no surprise – after all, he had nothing to feel bad about; nothing to move on from.

It was you who suffered, trying to pick up the pieces of your cracked heart.

It was you who cried countless nights, blaming herself for even uttering those words.

It was you. Not him.

“Y/N?” you hear behind your back and with a blink you let your thoughts slide away as you turn around. “I didn’t expect…” your mutual friend and the birthday boy trails off, nervously fixing his tie. “You look, well… different. Your hair…”

“Hi,” you speak softly, ignoring the comment about how different you look. You know that you do, even without people pointing it out. “I hope you don’t mind me being here? Wasn’t sure if you invited me out of politeness, but, yeah…” You force a smile, outstretching the hand that held the present towards him. “Happy Birthday! I had no time to get you something proper, but I remembered you said you like truffle chocolate.”

He chuckles as he takes the box, twisting it in his hands. “It’s even my favourite brand,” he comments as he looks over your shoulder - eyes moving over the crowd. “Thank you, Y/N. Can I offer you something to drink?”

“Thank you.”

You let him lead you to the long table in the middle of the big room, littered with expensive bottles and glasses. Politely, you converse about the last season – the very same season you couldn’t bring yourself to follow after that afternoon. You ask about his parents as you accept a glass of expensive red wine before he excuses himself to greet some other guests, leaving you alone. 

You didn’t expect anything else.

Out of place.

You weren’t used on that kind of feeling – being surrounded with people who you vaguely knew and who vaguely knew you. The very same faces that some times ago, recognised you as you waited for him after the match – ready to drive him home because he was always so tired after being out on the pitch. The very same faces that two of you partied with after important wins or sat in silence as you mourned lost matches.

Now, they seem to be oblivious to your presence – whether because you looked different or because they knew how and why the friendship between two of you ended.

You hoped it was the first.

It didn’t take you too long to finally spot him among the familiar faces – after all he always had this power to pull people in, to maintain eye-contact, whether you were a stranger or someone familiar.

Just for a second, you enjoy the wrench of your emotions as you watch him, but then you see a girl next to him, and suddenly you feel nothing. Eyes flutter close for a moment as an invisible dagger twists in your chest, and you turn around scared, but you feel it – he saw you too.

Coming here was a stupid idea.

Masochistic.

Stupid.

But you cannot bring yourself to leave.

Instead, you walk away from the table, trying to blend in the crowd as you nervously pull at your earring – something you find yourself doing whenever the anxiety starts to kick in. Suddenly, your dress feels too tight, heels uncomfortable and you want to shed your skin away – breaths becoming shallow, hands shaky.

“Y/N?”

More than eight months since you last heard him say your name.

“You cannot be fucking serious Y/N?!”

For a moment, you don’t move but you know that eventually you will have to turn around, so you do so. And there he was, standing in front of you, handsome as always.

Nothing comes out of your months as you watch him, the same way nothing came out of his mouth after you told him you love him, knowing that he doesn’t feel the same way; knowing that at that time he was seeing someone else and was ready to propose.

“H/N,” you acknowledge in a soft voice.

He opens his mouth to speak, but quickly stops himself as he looks down at you – those eyes piercing you with their intensity.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” he finally says, sticking his hands in the pockets of his pressed trousers before you had the chance to see if he was wearing a ring.

The way he pronounced your full name after years of using the nickname he had for you.

“I’d be lying if I said the same,” you respond, trying to smile, but it doesn’t really work so you opt for looking at the splash of wine in your glass. “I knew you’d be here.”

“Does it bother you?” he asks and you can swear you hear the tiniest bit of compassion in his voice. Or was it pity?

Quickly, you shake your head, looking at some of the people who decided to watch the two of you interact – not even trying to hide their curiosity.

Including his beautiful date in a sparkly, silver dress.

“No,” you start, “if anything, you have more right to be here than I do, no?”

“You cut your—,” he stops for a moment, ignoring your question, and you nod, letting him know that it is okay to continue, “—your hair.” He’s looking at you now, properly – eyes moving painfully slow over your face as if he was trying to memorise a page of a book. “It suits you.”

His face is expressionless hard to read. You used to be so good at it, but now, after putting the wedge called ‘unrequited love’ between the two of you, you lost that ability.

“How have you been?” you ask, bringing the glass to your lips, but you never take a sip.  

“Good, good,” he answers quickly, folding his arms on his chest and you notice that he still wore the watch that you bought him. “Y/N, can we talk?” A clear of his throat, a nervous ran of a hand through his hair – eyes glancing in both directions before settling back on yours. “Somewhere private?”

The hold on your glass loosens a little as you blink up at him. “I don’t think I am someone who can help you with your problems. It’s been more than eigh—,” you stop now, gathering a breath in your lungs, “well, you know what I mean. You’ve been there after all.”

“And what if the problem is you?”

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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! 

[footballxixstars]

Easter Engagement • Julian Brandt

Easter Prompt List • Number 2

Finding an engagement ring in an egg during an Easter Egg Hunt

Julian had hidden some eggs around the garden and had begged you to look for them. He wanted you to find them all but you had no idea why. It seemed important to him that you went and looked for the eggs so of course you played along and would do the egg hunt. Julian put thought and effort into this and you weren’t going to ruin it by being stubborn and rude. Anyways it could be fun. He told you how many eggs that were outside and that they were all in the garden and allowed you to go and search for them which you instantly did.

Whilst you were running around the garden collecting the eggs he went and hid the golden egg elsewhere in the house. That was the important egg and the one he had to remember where it was and make sure it doesn’t get lost. If he lost this egg then it would be terrible. He had kept it safe all of this time; he just needed to make sure that it was safe for a little while longer.

“Found them all,” You stated once Julain came back outside. They weren’t in difficult hiding places so it was pretty easy to find all of them so it didn’t exactly take you long. You tipped the bag a little bit so you could show him all of the eggs.

“There’s one more inside the house somewhere,” Julian stated. You could tell that he was nervous over something. His attitude had changed from earlier which confused you but you played it off thinking that maybe he thought you didn’t like the egg hunt and thought it was boring. In all honesty, it was a lot of fun.

“What?” You questioned him.

“I forgot an egg so had to hide it inside,” Julian quickly lied.

“Got it,” You said, making your way inside this time with Julian following closely behind. You made your way through the different parts of the house looking for the final egg when you saw something gold hiding behind his games console in the living room. You made your way closer to it when you grabbed the golden egg, the final egg.

“Open it,” Julian said, trying not to seem too pushy. You raised an eyebrow considering he hadn’t told you to open any of the others but you still did it. Maybe Julian wanted you to find all of the eggs before opening them and now that you have you could start to open them. Opening the egg you saw that there was a ring inside of it. It was a gorgeous ring that you had your eye on a few months ago but it looked too much like an engagement ring so you didn’t buy it. When you looked back to Julian you saw that he was knelt there on one knee taking the egg with the ring in it away from you.

“Oh my god,” You whispered out, not completely believing what was happening. You had imagined this moment over and over again but never actually thought it would happen.

“Y/N, you are my everything and I love you more than words can explain. Everything that I do you are there by my side supporting me and now is the perfect opportunity to ask, will you marry me?” Julian asked, voice shaking as he spoke.

“Yes,” You stated. Julian stood up and placed the ring on your finger before bringing you into a kiss. You kissed him passionately putting everything into it before pulling away from him but his arms were still firmly wrapped around your waist so you couldn’t pull away too far.

“An egg hunt was the best you could come up with?” You asked him. Julian went red and shyly nodded his head.

“Don’t worry I really enjoyed it,” You smiled brightly looking at the ring that was now on your finger. It looked good there. The egg hunt was different and not the way that you imagined your proposal but it was cute and you enjoyed it. It was imaginative and you couldn’t think of a better way for it to happen.

MASTERLIST | MORE BRANDT

[macybeckham7]

I just saw that julian brandt scored a goal after a very long time, could you do one where you hug him after the match and tell him for the first time that you love him and are very proud of him (lets just say you don't really show your feelings like that) and he gets even more emotional

You nearly lose your voice by how much you were cheering and celebrating seeing Julian score, you knew how much this has been played on his mind and how he wanted to help the team by getting goals. You run to him and jump into his arms as you tell him how proud you were of him as you smother him with loads of kisses. You tell him how much you love him for the time, which makes his heart burst and he could feel himself getting emotional. This was a new side for you to just come out and say it. He hugs you tighter as he was so happy that you were there and how much of a supporter you were for him.