#bvb x reader

[secretsandwriting]

Random Instagram posts you've made of Andy during your relationship

Enjoy

[megay-assweirdo]

random photos you have if you dated andy biersack

[pavardscherie]

Jude Bellingham 🧡

the thick charcoal clouds spread across the afternoon sky, covering the golden sun like blankets. heavy raindrops splashed on the pavements and streets, the day that was planned so creatively was destroyed by the change of weather.

bottom lip pushed out, pouting as your attentive gaze watched how the rain hit the windows. jude wanted to take you out on one of his days off. enough free time was never between the busy schedule of matches and training sessions, even meet and greets or little events to present the club further. as one of the most popular players on the team, jude had to be present and satisfy the fans.

but the typical autumn weather at the beginning of summer spread a tad of sadness through your body. you waited for those days patiently, and when it was ruined, it shattered the little, beating heart inside of your chest.

the loud ringing of the doorbell made you flinch in surprise, eyebrows furrowed in confusion about the appearance of a sudden guest. no one announced their visit, no one would leave their home if the heavy rain soaked them in only a couple of minutes. it was impossible.

the doorbell rang again as you didn’t open the door in a matter of seconds. the person waiting, was probably completely drenched by now. hurrying over to the front door, you pulled it open quickly. pupils grew in seconds, the eyes widened as surprise twisted your gentle features.

a black jacket with sunflower yellow highlights draped over the head to avoid losing sight in the heavy rain, a bouquet of red roses in his other hand, jude stood on your doorstep. shuffling from left to right, the spare key he usually carried with him, forgotten while waiting impatiently. eyebrows still raised, stunned by his sudden appearance after canceling the little road trip with a picnic following afterwards when finding a cute and private spot somewhere.

“you won’t ask me to come in?” jude chuckled lightly, making his way inside the comforts of the small house without being asked to. after all, he almost lived at yours after realizing the supporters crowded the entrance to his. the relationship wasn’t a secret, but he still tried his best to keep you out of the publicity as much as possible until a sudden event came around, and you were attached to his arm in a beautiful long gown.

“what- what are you doing here? it’s raining outside.” you pointed out of the door, watching how the heavy drops splattered on the streets. “not like i didn’t notice.” jude pulled the drenched jacket off his head, the wetness glistened on the water-resistent fabric as he held it towards you.

“but i mean, you cancelled.” hands gestured wildly through the air, trying to explain the confusion in the pit of your stomach. jude couldn’t hide how his lips curled in amusement, a smile visible as he watched the awkwardness unfold. “babe, calm down.”

he walked forward, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and squeezing it softly. “a little bit of water won’t stop me from spending my day off with you. we might not be able to go on a road trip but we still have enough time for pizza and movie night.” his arm slipped around your neck, pulling your chest closer to his wet one with a warm smile.

the jacket might have prevented the beautiful, black curls from being completely drenched, but his clothes did not have as much luck as them. “i really thought i wouldn’t see you today.”

“please,” jude chuckled so light-hearted, it immediately made you smile. a sound, you loved to hear, you hoped to listen to each day. “i would have died without being with you.”

the words were enough to increase the heavy pounding of your heart against your rib cage. a smile plastered on your face, you stood on your tip toes to press a sweet, and short kiss to his pillow-like lips. “i love you, you charmer.”

“i love you too, princess.” he muttered, pulling your head closer once again to capture your mouth with his once again, for a longer reunion kiss.

[miroslavcloset]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

NSFW-ish headcanons and disclaimer under the cut

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

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

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

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

[emo-musicvideo-imagines]

Waking up with the Prophet

Pairing: The Prophet Andy Biersack x Reader,

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff,

Summary: Waking up in the arms of your boyfriend, the Prophet, for the first time in forever.

Music Video/Album: Wretched and Divine,

I stirred lightly to the feeling of someone running their fingers through my hair. As my eyes fluttered they fell upon a pair of blue ones staring back at me. It was rare that I could wake up and he would be here, it felt like months since the last time it happened.

"Good morning, Beautiful," his deep voice only lowered by the lack of use. It pulled me in as I curled back up into his chest, feeling it vibrate when he chuckled. I looked back up at him, his fingers still playing with the ends of my hair.

"Good morning," I offered with a kiss, which he accepted gladly with a smile. I continued to relish in the feeling of his arms wrapped around me so protectively.

"Proph!" the Destroyer knocked on the door, "we're gonna start playing a game in here while we have time!"

"Give me a bit," he called back, covering my ears slightly to muffle the early morning noises, "I'm gonna lay in here for a bit!"

"You don't have too," I protested quietly.

"I spent way too much time with them," he chuckled, "they get on my nerves sometimes, but you, I could never get sick of you."

He punctuated his last sentence with a kiss, soft and sweet, and passionate. Everything we had been missing in the past months.

[goddessofmadnessheiress]

Andy Biersack <3 

[cowboylikehim]

Remember

Andy Biersack x Reader

Andy's Pov:

I didn't know what happened. It was all so fast. One moment I'm on the phone with CC entering into my house, the next I'm screaming. She was on the floor, bleeding. There was a lot of blood. I thought she was dead. I dialed 911. The rest was a blur. Now I'm waiting outside for her to be stable enough to speak to me.  Surgery was done within an hour of getting here, quicker than I'd imagine.

One thing I'd never forget is the sight of (Y/n) bleeding on the kitchen counter. The sticky red pool of blood collected around her head. Her hair color was tainted a disgusting shade of red, I wanted to vomit just thinking about it. Who would do this to such a wonderful girl?

"Andy Biersack?" My head snapped up and I rubbed my hands together as I nodded. "(Y/n) (L/n) is stable enough to speak to you. She has some amnesia, she might not remember you. Try to say little things that might spark her memory without stressing her about her memory. Room 80."

I quickly stood up and speed to room eight. She had some tubes connected to her arm, nothing too bad. Her head had been bandaged but some red coloring seeped through, not to mention how her hair was still unwashed and was matted with blood.

She looked so weak, I wanted to hold her but at the same time murder whoever did this. Only until now I realized how her once joyful eyes held a look of fear and confusion. When she finally spoke her voice was hoarse and she clearly was in a desire need of water.

"W-Who are you?" My heart dropped. She doesn't remember me. I was a stranger to her.

"I'm Andy. Andy Biersack." I was tempted to look away from her eyesight, not wanting her to see the tears welled up in my ducts, but I just couldn't pry them.  

"Do I know you? What am I to you? Are we dating? Is that why you're holding my hand?" She quickly became stressed, I swallowed a lump in my throat while searching for a response.

"Yeah, We are. We will have been dating for 3 years in December."

"I don't remember you. Did I really used to love you?" I nodded handed her a glass of water. I know and hope she didn't mean her choice of words. I'm unknown to her, I can't blame her for being skeptical.

"Yeah, We moved in together last year. Now you come on every tour with me and Ashley. And CC. And Jake. And Jinxx." I listed everyone's names slowly in case she remembers someone.

"You go on tour?" She tilted her head in question. She always does that, it's a little habit of hers.

"Yep, I'm a singer in a band called Black Veil Brides," I stated with a smile, this all reminds me of when we first met.

"That's so cool! I've heard a few songs by them. Rebel Love Song."

"Wanna listen?" I asked pulling out my phone. She always had a playlist on my phone in case she was using my phone.

I turned on the first song we bonded over, watching her reaction. "Don't get too excited there, might hurt your head."

Maybe this wasn't so bad. I get to fall in love with her all over again, but there is always the possibility of her deciding to love someone else.

Rebel Love Song came to an end and a new song came on. I froze. It was her favorite slow song. On December 28, about two weeks after we started dating, I had just gotten back from a family Christmas trip and we decided to have a date night.

After watching a movie, (Y/n) sat straight up with a look in her eyes. The one when she had an idea just demanding to happen.

-- "Andy, look it's snowing!" (Y/n) pointed out to the new snow building up on the streets.

"Not enough to play in though." I fake pouted wrapping my arms around her in a hug. "But we could dance."

"Andrew Biersack, are you asking if I want to slow dance with you? Because if I pick the song then yes." She had the brightest smile as she pulled out her phone, typing a title of the song.

"God, You're so adorable (Y/n)." -- "We're... We're in love."

I snapped out of the past to be thrown back into the harsh present. "Huh?"

"We're in love. I love you, Andy. I remember that night. I don't remember much, but I think it's coming back to me." She grabbed my hand.

"Dear God, I love you so much and we can get through this together.

[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."