#7 Bellingham

[bostonrealtors]

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[maisonbelligavi]

That's like the most WAG thing ever and I whole-heartedly approve, Vini.

[sky-is-the-limit]

Can Jude Bellingham join either the Spanish or the Italians cause he's too hot and skilled to be playing for the Gremlins NT.

[seajjin]

7-0 ❤️

This is Anfield. My family.

[cryingforcrocodiles]

Is it Marcus loving hours?

marcus loving hours truly. it's that time of the night once again. or day. evening. it's night for me ☠️ he's just so... *@*#*##* i love him more than life

[judes-hoe]

STOP💀

they spend too much time together

[judebellswife]

First Glimpse - Jude Bellingham

— REQUEST status OPEN

— pairing • jude bellingham x fem!reader

— summary • In Jude Bellingham’s much-anticipated documentary series, fans are given an intimate look into the football star’s life, with a special feature introducing his long-time girlfriend—you. Known for keeping a low profile despite dating one of football’s brightest stars, this marks your first public appearance. During a heartwarming interview, you open up about how you and Jude met, even though you already knew who he was, and how you never expected to become his girlfriend. The episode includes candid moments with Jude’s family, particularly his parents and younger brother, Jobe, with a special Thanksgiving Eve gathering where you all share laughter, love, and togetherness. Through your eyes, fans get to see a more personal side of Jude and his close-knit family.

— warnings • none :)

— note • i’ve got like 7-8 request about to write a one-shot with reader featuring in one of jude’s document series. so here it is, i hope you enjoy, happy reading!!

The camera focuses in on a familiar setting for those who follow Jude Bellingham’s career: the cozy, welcoming living room of the Bellingham family home. The walls are adorned with family photos, mementos from Jude’s rise in football, and hints of his personality—trophies and framed jerseys alongside warm family portraits.

But today, the focus is on you. You sit on the sofa, the soft cushions surrounding you as the camera captures your slight nervousness. A small, warm smile crosses your face, and you shift in your seat, unused to the spotlight.

A voice from behind the camera breaks the silence. The interviewer. “So, this is your first time on camera. How are you feeling?”

You chuckle, glancing off-screen for a moment as if looking for support before turning back. “Yeah, it’s definitely new for me. I’m more of a private person, so this is... different, but I’m excited to be part of this.”

There’s an understanding laugh from the interviewer. “For everyone watching, could you introduce yourself?”

You nod and give a small wave. “Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m Jude’s girlfriend, and, um... yeah, I’m usually not in front of the camera, so this is a bit out of my comfort zone,” you say, your voice laced with both nerves and humor.

The interviewer continues smoothly, keeping the tone light. “So, let’s jump into the good stuff. How did you and Jude meet?”

You pause for a moment, your eyes softening as you think back to the day. “Well, I actually knew who Jude was,” you begin with a smile. “I mean, he’s Jude Bellingham. Anyone who follows football knows who he is. But I never imagined I’d actually end up dating him. That wasn’t even on my radar.”

The camera cuts to a shot of Jude laughing in an earlier part of the documentary, as if he’s recounting the same story, though from his perspective. His grin is wide, and there’s a glint in his eyes that shows how much he enjoys this memory.

You continue, your voice a little more relaxed now as you find your rhythm. “We met through mutual friends at a small gathering. I’d seen him play on TV and heard about him through the grapevine, but when we met in person, he was just... Jude. Not the football star. Just this really laid-back, funny guy.”

“So, did you know right away that you liked him?” the interviewer asks, intrigued.

You laugh, shaking your head. “Not at all. I was definitely attracted to him—he’s handsome, obviously—but I didn’t expect anything more than just a friendly conversation that night. I thought it’d be a ‘Hey, nice to meet you,’ and that’d be it.”

There’s a brief pause, and the interviewer presses gently. “So what changed?”

You smile, eyes twinkling with the memory. “Jude changed. We ended up talking the whole night. It was so easy with him, and I realized he wasn’t just this football prodigy everyone sees on the pitch. He’s so much more. Kind, funny, and really grounded. But it was his persistence that surprised me the most. After that night, he didn’t just let it end there. He reached out, wanted to spend time with me, and honestly? I couldn’t resist his charm.”

The camera switches to a series of candid clips, showing you and Jude out and about—him pulling faces to make you laugh, you playfully pushing him away before being pulled into a hug. It’s the kind of chemistry that makes it clear this relationship runs deep, full of mutual adoration and comfort.

“So, how long have you two been together now?” the interviewer asks off-screen.

You think for a second, tilting your head slightly as you calculate. “A little over two years now. Time flies, honestly. It’s been an incredible ride.”

“And what’s it been like, dating someone as high-profile as Jude?”

You take a deep breath, nodding. “It’s definitely been an adjustment. At first, it was a bit overwhelming, especially with how much attention he gets. But we had a conversation early on about keeping our relationship private, at least until we were ready. Jude’s been really protective of that—he’s always made sure I feel comfortable, and I love that about him. But I also understand that he’s a public figure, and being with him means that sometimes, I’ll be seen too. This,” you gesture around at the cameras, “is one of those times.”

The camera cuts to another moment—this time, Jude and you are walking through a park, your hands loosely clasped together. He swings your arm playfully, then stops to pull you into his side, whispering something in your ear that makes you laugh. It’s easy, intimate, and full of warmth.

“Speaking of being seen,” the interviewer continues, “how does it feel to finally share a bit of your relationship with the world?”

You laugh softly. “It’s exciting, I guess. People have always been curious, but I’ve been pretty firm about staying out of the spotlight. I’m not someone who thrives on attention like Jude does. But it’s nice to be able to show this part of his life. People know him as the footballer, but they don’t really see the person behind all of that. I’m happy to share a little bit of what we have, because it’s special.”

The camera pans across the Bellingham household, warm and inviting with the sounds of family chatter filling the air. Thanksgiving Eve at the Bellingham’s is a full house. Jude’s dad, Mark, is in the living room, laughing loudly with Jobe and Jude as they discuss football, while his mom, Denise, is in the kitchen, bustling about as she prepares the family meal.

The lens of the camera focuses on you for a moment. You’re helping Denise chop vegetables, your hands moving a little slower than hers but with focus, and you share a comfortable conversation. A nervous laugh escapes you as you attempt to cut the vegetables to her standard.

“Are you sure I’m doing this right?” you ask, holding up an unevenly chopped carrot with a teasing smile. “It doesn’t look quite like yours.”

Denise glances over and laughs softly, reaching out to gently touch your arm in reassurance. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re doing just fine,” she says, her voice full of warmth. “Trust me, my first Thanksgiving wasn’t perfect either. And honestly, even if it’s a bit wonky, it’s still going to taste amazing.”

Her words, her tone—there’s something deeply maternal in the way Denise speaks to you. It’s as if you’re already a part of the family, not just Jude’s girlfriend, but someone she holds close to her heart. You smile at her gratefully, feeling that familiar warmth whenever you’re around her.

Denise’s attention turns fully to you now, setting down her wooden spoon and wiping her hands on a towel before stepping closer. “You know,” she begins, her voice soft and kind, “I’ve always thought of you like a daughter. You’re such a big part of Jude’s life, but you’ve also become such an important part of ours too.”

You look at her, slightly taken aback by the depth of her words. Your heart swells in your chest, not expecting the surge of emotion. “That means the world to me, Denise,” you say, your voice quiet but sincere. “I’ve always felt so welcomed here. You and Mark, and even Jobe—you’ve all made me feel like part of the family from day one.”

Denise steps forward, enveloping you in a gentle but tight hug, the kind that only a mother could give. “That’s because you are family,” she whispers against your shoulder. “We love you like one of our own.”

You close your eyes for a moment, allowing yourself to sink into her embrace, feeling a wave of comfort wash over you. In this family, you’ve found something special—something you didn’t expect to have when you first started dating Jude. It’s not just a relationship with him; it’s a bond with the people who raised him, who made him the person you love so deeply.

As you pull away, Denise gives you a warm smile, her eyes soft with affection. “Jude’s a lucky man,” she says, glancing toward the living room where Jude is seated. “But then again, I think we’re all lucky to have you around.”

You chuckle softly, still holding onto the warm feeling in your chest. “I’m the lucky one. Jude’s incredible, and you’ve all been nothing but wonderful.”

Denise’s eyes twinkle as she leans in conspiratorially. “He’s a handful sometimes, though, isn’t he?”

You laugh, nodding in agreement. “Oh, definitely. But I love him all the more for it.”

Denise shakes her head, her smile growing wider. “Good, because he needs someone like you to keep him in check.”

There’s a shared understanding between the two of you, the kind that goes beyond words. Denise pats your hand and returns to stirring the pot, the air between you filled with warmth and affection. It’s a small moment, but one that fills your heart, making you realize just how deeply connected you’ve become to Jude’s family.

The scene transitions to the dining room, where the entire family is gathered around the table. Mark is telling a story, his booming laugh punctuating the conversation as Jobe makes a playful remark. Jude sits beside you, his arm draped over the back of your chair, his fingers occasionally brushing against your shoulder as he smiles and laughs along with his family.

“Jobe, pass the bread,” Jude says, reaching across the table with a grin.

Jobe rolls his eyes dramatically but tosses the basket of bread to his brother. “There you go, Mr. Superstar.”

You nudge Jude with your elbow as he catches the bread. “You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t start charging for autographs at family dinners.”

Jude grins, leaning in closer to you. “Oh, I’d give you an autograph for free,” he teases, his voice low and playful.

You roll your eyes but smile, and as Jude reaches for his plate, Denise catches your eye from across the table. She gives you a wink, as if to say, See what I mean? A handful.

The love and ease that fills the room is palpable. You can’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. This family has welcomed you, loved you, and made you one of their own, and tonight is a perfect reflection of that.

The camera lingers on the scene—Jude’s hand resting on your shoulder, Denise watching her sons with pride, and you laughing along with them, fully immersed in the warmth of their family dynamic.

As the evening winds down, and dessert is served, Jude’s dad, Mark, stands up, raising a glass. “I think we all know what I’m about to say,” he begins with a grin. “But this Thanksgiving, I just want to take a moment to say how grateful we all are. Grateful for family, for good health, and, of course, for the wonderful woman who’s come into our lives and made our son the happiest he’s ever been.”

You blink, taken aback by the sudden toast, your eyes glancing around the table. Denise smiles warmly at you, her eyes filled with affection, and Jude leans closer, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze under the table.

“To Y/N,” Mark says, raising his glass higher. “Welcome to the family. Officially.”

There’s a soft murmur of agreement as everyone raises their glasses, and you feel your throat tighten with emotion. It’s not just words—it’s a promise. A declaration that you belong here, with them.

As everyone takes a sip, Jude leans in and presses a kiss to your temple, whispering, “I told you they love you.”

You turn to him, your heart full. “And I love them.”

The camera captures the final moments of the evening—the plates scattered with crumbs, the soft murmur of conversation as everyone winds down, and the love that fills the room. The bond between you and Jude has always been special, but tonight, it’s clear that your relationship extends beyond just the two of you. You’ve found a home with his family, and they’ve found a place in your heart.

As the screen fades to black, the soft hum of background music plays, leaving the viewers with a sense of warmth and love, the credits rolling as the final glimpse of your story is shared with the world.

[rmadridcore]

Boyfriend Headcanons

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader

Requested

Word Count: 1K

Author's note: Another request, thank you anon! Enjoyyy 🫂🩷

He’s not joking when he says it was love at first sight.

That boy saw you and you knocked the wind out of him. Like, every single cheesy love song suddenly made sense to him. Not that he’s complaining.

“Babe, I saw you, and I was done for.” And he means it. Really means it.

Jude is a serious simp. Like, on another level. No shame though.

He is the sweetest, most thoughtful boyfriend in the world.

He is the type of boyfriend to leave little notes in random places, like in your bag or on the mirror.

“Missed you already” or “You’re my favorite part of the day” in his messy handwriting.

He has your favorite snacks on hand 24/7, tucking them in your bag when you’re not looking. He gets so excited picturing you reaching in later and lighting up.

He’s the biggest tease in the world, not letting a day pass without some good natured ribbing.

Everyone knows he’s extremely competitive. You would think that he would be a gentleman and let you win when you two play games but no. He lost? Oh, he’s pouting until you bribe him with kisses all over his face.

Jude is low-key so overprotective. He keeps you close in a crowd, hand firmly laced with yours.

Also, Jude 100% knows the sidewalk rule. He always makes sure you walk outside of the sidewalk.

He’s the type of boyfriend to show that he cares for you in the smallest ways.

Always peeling the straw for you, sliding the salt over in case you need it during dinner, adjusting your scarf if it’s chilly.

By the way, you only bring your wallet for decoration when you’re out with him. He’s got you covered, period.

He’s the most supportive boyfriend ever. Whatever you’re passionate about, he’s right there. Cheering you on, sending encouraging texts before a big day, asking hundred questions about it.

He’s also the definition of impulsive gift-giver.

You remind him the color of that sweater? He’s already bought it. Found a mug with a cheesy pun you’d love? Done. “Can never have too much,” he says with a smirk.

He’s absolutely obsessed with the bond you have with his family. His parents adore you and he couldn’t be happier about that but, but, truth be told, he finds the fact that you and Jobe are always ganging up on him very annoying.

He’s an actual cuddle monster. Literally. If you’re with him and he doesn’t have his arms wrapped around you, what is he doing?

He swears his arms were “made to hold you,” but he also loves resting his head on your chest, loving when you play with his hair. The little spoon sometimes is his spot.

He says he loves to cook but that is the biggest lie known to a man. He just loves being in the kitchen while you’re cooking. He’ll sing into the spatula, mess with the ingredients, and kiss your neck until you end up doing most of the work.

“Just here for moral support,” he’ll say, grinning while you roll your eyes.

Subtle PDA is his specialty. He doesn’t go overbroad, but he’ll lace his fingers with yours in public, place his hand on your lower back, squeeze your thigh and lean in just close enough to let everyone know you’re his.

Good morning texts, guaranteed. Whether it’s his sleepy face selfie from bed, a quick snap from training, or a random shot of something that reminds him of you, he makes sure you start your day with a smile.

He asks the most random questions at the most random moments. You could be lounging on the couch with him and he’d be like “If animals could talk, which one you reckon would be the rudest?” Or, “Who do you think would win in a dance off, me or my coach?”

You both have tons of inside jokes. Sometimes it takes a one look or a one word and you’re both cracking up uncontrollably.

He is actually obsessed with snapping candid shots of you. Whether you’re laughing with friends, squinting at the menu, or lost in thought, he loves capturing you in your most natural moments.

Jude has this adorable habit of kissing your forehead at the most random times. If you’re talking excitedly about something, he’ll suddenly lean over, press a kiss to your forehead, and say, “I love how passionate you get about this.”

When he does it in public, he’ll pull you close with a slight smirk, like he’s silently telling everyone around just how much he adores you.

He’s memorized exactly how you like your coffee and surprises you with it just the way you like when you’re feeling lazy in the morning.

If you’re still in bed, he’ll bring it to you, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder to wake you.

Sometimes, he’ll try to make cute designs in the foam but laugh when they look more like blobs.

He’ll randomly offer you a piggyback ride, even if you’re just walking a short distance. He claims it’s because he’s “keeping you safe” but really just loves carrying you around.

If you’ve had a long day, he’ll give you a piggyback ride all the way to bed, tucking you in with a soft kiss on your forehead and a cheeky, “Lucky I’m here, huh?”

When he’s away, he leaves you cute, funny voice notes throughout the day. They range from “Hey, miss you” to “Guess what I saw today?”

Sometimes, he tries to make up a song about you, laughing through it because he’s making up random lyrics that don’t rhyme.

Whenever you have a small problem, like a squeaky door, a broken lamp, or your favorite necklace clasp breaking, Jude takes it as his personal mission to fix it, even if he doesn’t know how.

He’s ridiculously proud when he finally fixes something and says he’s “earning boyfriend points.”

Jude often talks about the future with you in it. He’ll casually say things like, “When we have a place together…” or “Our future kids would be the cutest,” and then he’ll get adorably shy, rubbing the back of his neck, realizing what he just said.

In conclusion, Jude Bellingham is a huge boyfriend material.

[bostonrealtors]

Everett MA Real Estate, 7 Bellingham Ave Unit 3 Everett MA 02149

[sunshineandlyrics]

Update!

Louis was first asked on 5th December 2022, and then got the pronunciation for Jude right on 7th December 2022.

Louis talking about Jude Bellingham in 2022 [fairyhabit]

[girlsforxiao]

⎯ Out of His League ꒰ 𐙚 ꒱

⌢ ꒰੭. Jude bellingham x fem reader 𐙚 porn with plot, smut (mdni) oral m receiving, p in v, celebratory sex (kinda)

Harassed by a famous rapper online and in person you and Jude grow closer...

︴a/n: I wrote this in 2023 but hated it because how fluffy it was ALSO this actually happened to my friend when a locally famous rapper wouldn't leave her alone what an era

WC: 2.5k

Guess what rapper the one in the fic is inspired by ;)

You adjust the neckline of your dress, ensuring it sits just right, grace evident in every delicate movement. You weren’t nervous exactly, but being in a room full of sports icons, industry elites, and glittering celebrities wasn’t something you experienced every day. Across the room, Jude stood talking to a group of his teammates—a mandatory arrangement before he could rejoin you.

His sharp black suit hugged his broad shoulders like it was custom-made, which it probably was, and his easy smile was just as lethal as it had been when you first met him.

Your Jude.

As if sensing your gaze, he glanced over, his smile shifting into something softer, something meant only for you. It took your breath away, the way it always did, and for a moment, the crowded room faded into the background. Then, someone brushed past you, jarring you out of your thoughts.

“Didn’t think I’d see an angel here tonight,” a voice drawled to your left.

You blinked, startled, and turned to see a man you recognized immediately—him. The rapper everyone seemed to adore these days. A household name, known for his trendy songs and striking looks, though you never saw the hype. He was grinning, his confidence almost overwhelming, and you felt a flicker of irritation.

“Sorry, but I think you’ve got the wrong person,” you said lightly, offering a polite smile as you sipped your drink, planning your escape.

“Nah, I don’t think so.” He leaned casually against the bar, his chain catching the light as he looked you up and down, his blatant appraisal making your skin crawl. “You’ve got that look, you know? The one that makes a man wanna risk it all.”

Your jaw tightened. You’d heard lines like this before, but coming from him, it felt even more ridiculous. “I’m flattered,” you said, turning back to your drink, “but I’m here with someone—my boyfriend,” you added evenly, the emphasis on the last word sharp enough to cut.

“Boyfriend, huh?” He didn’t miss a beat, clearly undeterred.

You rolled your eyes and stood, glancing toward Jude, still deep in conversation, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the chandeliers. “I should go to him.”

The rapper followed your gaze, Jude's back was turned, to far to see him properly. “Don’t see him, Athletes are great and all, but they don’t write songs about you. I could write you a whole album, you know.”

“No thanks,” you replied curtly, walking away before he could retaliate. Your dress swished elegantly behind you, and you didn’t bother looking back. Hopefully, you wouldn’t wake up to an NDA email.

Jude caught sight of you just as he finished his conversation. He smiled, reaching for your hand as you slipped seamlessly into place beside him. “You good?”

“Perfect,” you said lightly.

His thumb brushed against your wrist, a small, grounding gesture that made your heart leap.

The next morning, sunlight poured through the half-drawn curtains, illuminating the tangle of sheets and scattered clothes. You blinked awake, groaning as your phone vibrated against the nightstand.

Jude stirred behind you, his arm lazily looping over your waist. “Tell whoever it is to stop interrupting my baby,” he mumbled, his voice husky with sleep.

You grabbed your phone, squinting at the screen.

[@Rappermame]

“Hey. You looked unreal.”

“We should meet up soon, as homies tho.”

“Don’t leave me hanging, gorgeous.”

7:39 AM.

Your eyebrows shot up. “What the—”

“Mm?” Jude cracked one eye open, his hair adorably tousled. “What’s got you annoyed this early?”

You tilted the screen toward him. “Him.”

Jude squinted at the messages, his face blank for a beat before his lips twitched. Then he laughed—bright and genuine, the kind of laugh that made his dimples show. “No way. Is that who I think it is?”

“It’s not funny!” you hissed, though your lips betrayed you with a twitch of amusement. “It hasn’t even been twelve hours!”

You explained the interaction from the night before, and Jude found it endlessly amusing.

He plucked the phone from your hands, scrolling through the messages with an exaggerated smirk. “I mean, I get it. Look at you. If I weren’t already your favorite person, I’d be in his shoes right now, sliding into your DMs like, ‘Hey, you free for dinner? My treat.’”

You shoved his shoulder, giggling despite yourself. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, you’re still here.” He set your phone down and pulled you against his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Relax, baby. Want me to call someone to deal with him?”

“No,” you said firmly. “I’m just going to block him. It’s not like I’ll ever see him again.”

He hummed in agreement, tracing lazy circles on your back.

A few days later, you were back in your apartment, poring over notes for work when your phone buzzed on the coffee table. Expecting a message from work, friends, family, or even Jude, you leaned over to grab it.

Instead, it was a delivery notification.

You frowned. You hadn’t ordered anything.

Moments later, the doorbell rang. Opening it, you were greeted by a delivery man holding an enormous bouquet of roses and a sleek black envelope bearing your name.

Your stomach sank. You already knew who it wasn't from, Jude. He knew what flowers you liked.

Setting the bouquet on the counter, you reluctantly opened the envelope. Inside, the card read:

"Thinking of you. You'd look great in my new music video."

Your gut churned. This was getting weird. You should’ve let Jude handle this earlier.

Groaning, you checked the time to see if Jude might be free. Pulling out your phone, you dialed his number.

“Hey, my love,” he answered, his voice light and warm. You could hear his teammates joking in the background, Vinicius was definitely giggling. “You okay?”

“That rapper is starting to get weird,” you said without preamble.

There was a beat of silence. “Define weird,” Jude replied, his tone still playful but with an edge of seriousness.

“He sent me flowers. And a card. To my apartment.”

“Your apartment?” His voice was sharper now. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle this.”

“Thanks, baby. I figured he’d stop when I blocked him. Who wouldn’t? It’s just… weird.”

“Guess we underestimated his desperation,” Jude muttered, clearly annoyed. “Prick. Can’t have random guys thinking they’ve got a shot with you.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his possessive tone.

“And hey,” he added, his voice lighter again, “when you come to Madrid to watch my match, bring the flowers. They’ll look great in my trash.”

The following week, you arrived at Jude��s place, suitcase in hand. The flowers were tucked at the bottom, half-forgotten among your packed clothes and toiletries.

You didn’t even glance at them as you unpacked, too focused on settling in before Jude’s big game.

The match was electric. Jude was unstoppable, weaving through defenders, commanding the field, and earning thunderous cheers with every play. It was classic Jude.

When the final whistle blew, the stadium erupted into cheers, cementing a well-deserved win for Madrid.

Inside, you joined the crowd near the players’ exit. When Jude finally appeared, his curls still damp from his post-match shower, his grin was as radiant as the floodlights.

The moment he spotted you, his expression softened. “My love.”

You were already moving toward him, and he pulled you into a tight hug, holding you longer than necessary. “Did you see that? How’d I do?”

You were amazing,” you said, your voice brimming with warmth.

Jude leaned back slightly, his smile turning playful. “You’re not just saying that because we’re celebrating later, right?”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “I don’t know. We’ll have to see. We definitely need to celebrate, though.”

You both wasted no time to get his place. Jude carried you through the front door, his breathing still uneven from the game.

“You don’t have to carry me, you know,” you murmured, your voice warm with amusement.

“Too late now,” he said, smirking down at you as he nudged the door shut with his foot. “Besides, I’m not letting you walk around in those heels. Your feet need a break.”

You laughed quietly, a sound that sent warmth spreading through his chest. “I think you need the break more than me. You just played a full ninety minutes. Even more.”

“And won,” he added with a grin as he started up the stairs. “Pretty sure that gives me superhuman strength, at least for tonight.”

Your cheeks flushed as his words registered, and you rested your head against his shoulder. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Ridiculously in love with you.” He said it lightly, but the way your body tensed in his arms didn’t escape his notice.

You looked up at him, your gaze searching his face as though trying to decide if he was joking. He wasn’t.

“I mean it,” he said softly, his voice steady as he reached the bedroom door and pushed it open.

Your lips parted, cheeks faintly flushed, but you didn’t look away. Instead, you leaned up just enough to press a kiss to his jaw, lingering for a heartbeat longer than usual.

At some point, you left him to grab "pajamas" from your suitcase. As you rifled through her things, Jude wandered into his room, stretching after changing himself.

“What’s this?” he asked, pulling a corner of something red and floral out of her bag.

You froze, groaning. “Oh, those. I forgot they were in there.”

Jude held up the bouquet, inspecting it. “You don't even like red roses...”

“Exactly,” you said, delighted, gesturing towards the bin as you took off your top. “I only brought them so you could throw them out.”

Jude left the flowers on the nightstand and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you close. “Now, can we focus on more important things? Like celebrating tonight?”

Gently laying you down on the bed as though you were made of glass. He lingered for a moment, his gaze full of intensity. "Perfect," he murmured, almost to himself, before leaning down to kiss you.

You shivered when the kiss trailed to your neck, sucking on spots that made your core wet.

"Jude,” you murmured, his name coming out a plea. Involuntarily your arms curled around him, pulling him closer. The heat of your bodies pressed together maddening.

"Wanna suck you off," you whimpered, gaze drifting up to meet Jude's. For a moment, your eyes locked onto his, "Hang on," he murmured, shifting. He eased himself onto the mattress, leaning back–

You moved instinctively, moving to kneel in front of him, your fingers trailing over his knee as you watched him settle. Jude bit his bottom lip with a lopsided smile, tilting his head, lust making his mind fog. "...can't believe're all for me." He slurred out.

You take off his shorts then underwear, eyes never fully getting uses to his size. He sucks in a harsh breath as your hand wraps around him, sliding, You plant a kiss to his tip and he shudders.

Then swipe your tongue side to side under the vein which makes him moan and desperatley grab the sheets. "Fuck—" his cock throbbed without you even sucking him off fully yet.

You move slowly, purposefully, painfully drawing out each long drag of your tongue up his length, "Baby please," your tongue alone feels like heaven. So wet and warm, he wants to give you everything.

He loses his self control and thrusts in your mouth– bruising your throat, your lips tightening around his girth, taking him fully. He looks beautiful like this. Heavy breaths, damp forehead, hazy eyes. 

Jude shoves your head down his cock, once, twice. Tears line your eyes and threaten to spill over, “’re taking me so good, y’know that? so good, baby.” He whines, moving his hand to caress your cheek, before he hisses again.

"Baby, I'm gonna come–"

He watched as you swallowed is release, lips glossed in spit while your eyes glistened with tears. You were so beautiful to him. It was complete torture, he'd just came but God the sight of you...like this? For him?

Before you could say anything or do anything, he was already moving, his hands firm but gentle as they grasped your arms and pulled you up in one swift motion.

Jude's chest felt like it might cave in with how much he wanted you, how much he loved you, the emotion brimming at the edges of his control.

His hands tightened at your sides, as if anchoring himself, while his lips moved over yours like he was trying to memorize the shape of you, the taste. He pulled back just enough to gasp, his forehead brushing yours,

"Be a good girl for me, yeah?"

"Mmh..." Your voice raspy from taking his cock in your mouth so you desperatley nod, he grabs one of your legs and slides into you. Where he belongs. You both groan, you feel a burn that blurt the line between pain and pleasure, "Baby, I don't think I can take all of–" you rasp out, voice breaking,

"Yes, you can–" he cut you of with a kiss, tears pricked your eyes again due to the sheer pleasure that coursed through you, slowly he started to move and you squeezed your eyes shut– feeling complete.

The bed under you both moving as he filled over and over again, "You're so tight, fuck," he mumbled in your ear, quickening his already unforgiving pace.

"Ju–de– mgonna–" you moan in broken syllables, your back arches sharply and you see stars. You come. So does he, hot ropes of seed filling your insides. Judes' strong hands holding you firm as you collapsed into him, holding you close.

Jude woke up first, sunlight streaming through the curtains and kissing his face. You were still fast asleep beside him, features soft and glowing. He stretched quietly, enjoying the stillness, until your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

The rapper again.

On his side account now.

[@Rappernamespam]:

"Hope you liked the flowers. Let me know if you’re free."

8:21 am

Jude stared at the message, annoyance flickering across his face. He didn't say anything, but while you two were at it last night, he kept thinking about how persistent this guy was. He didn't take it seriously at first because he trusts you completely, but he's disturbing you. He'll make sure to call his people again and deal with him quietly, but for now...

His lips twisted into a mischievous grin.

Carefully, he reached for his phone, angling it to capture the scene: you sleeping beside him, despite the blanket covering your bareness he made sure to position himself infront of your body, hair spilling across the pillow, and the bouquet of flowers sitting innocently on the nightstand.

He went to the rappers account, "'Follow back'" he read out loud, typical. He then attached the photo to a message and typed:

“The flowers look great, man. Appreciate it. :)”

Hitting send, Jude chuckled to himself and set the phone down. He leaned over to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

Hours later, you woke up, the ache in your legs a dull reminder of the night before. You lazily reached for your phone, scrolling through it only to find nothing out of the ordinary.

Jude walked in, balancing a tray of pancakes. "Did you make those?" you asked with a small smile, instinctively pulling the blanket closer to your chest.

He nodded, setting the tray beside you. "That rapper guy– he’s not bothering you anymore, yeah?"

You blinked, momentarily confused, before chuckling softly. "Honestly, I forgot about him," you admitted, focusing your attention on a syrup bottle that refused to cooperate.

Jude knowingly smiled at you in response, the smile turning more mischievous from glancing at messages from his own phone,

[@rappername]

Replying to image: "WTF"

"I swear I didn't know"

"I'm a big fan man please"

[@rappername's account has been suspended]

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[twobluejeans]

HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!

ex!charlesleclerc x famous!reader x aarontaylor-johnson!

summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.

part 12: not the poet, series masterlist

faceclaim: madison beer

ally’s radio 📻: PART 12! live laugh love atg!! also, follow my wattpad @twobluejeans. considering making heartbreak on tour on wattpad, or something similar 🤫

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[cosmicpearlz]

my love is mine, all mine (pt 2)

summary: more glimpses of your relationship with jude!

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

a/n: i’m having too much fun writing these scenarios lol

~one~

you rarely ever get into arguments with jude but when it does happen, it’s terrible on everyone’s part. this particular moment was about him not spending enough time with you.

“so you’re saying i can’t hangout with my friends? because that’s what it’s sounding like.”

“jude, that’s not what i’m saying! i’m just saying that it would be nice to have a day with just us. i feel like i’m left on a back burner right now.”

“we do hangout. i mean, i’m here right now but you wanna spend the time arguing!”

“tell me the last time we had a day to ourselves! please enlighten me,” you were beyond frustrated and your head was hurting from all the yelling.

“stop being so fucking clingy. i see you at home every night! we don’t need to be together 24/7.”

you felt your heart throbbing from the pain of hearing those words. is it really such a crime to want quality time with someone you love? between his training sessions and your job, there hasn’t been much alone time.

“okay. my apologies for wanting my boyfriend here with me. i won’t ask again,” you took a step back, looking down to possibly stop the tears. it didn’t work. the more you thought about it, the more it hurt.

jude instantly regretted saying that. he understood completely where you were coming from but the stubbornness in him clouded his judgement.

“baby, i’m-“

“i don’t wanna talk to you jude.”

-

it’s been hours since he last saw you. jude already made the guest room into his bed for the night and found himself restless. he wouldn’t admit it to anyone else but he couldn’t sleep without you near. even if you guys weren’t cuddling, at least his hand could be on you in some way. so he tossed and turned until he had enough.

jude makes his way to the room door, raising his hand to knock when the door swings open. it startles the both of you. leaving you to stare at each other in silence. jude noticed the dry tear streaks that laid on the apple of your cheeks. it made him feel worse.

“you really hurt-“

“i’m sorry bab-“

speaking at the same time wasn’t uncommon for you two, causing the both of you to let out a breathy laugh.

“you can go first honey,” his light whisper fell into the air as if he were too scared to talk any louder.

“jude, you really hurt my feelings earlier. i just wanted to spend time with you and you made it seem like i was asking for a million dollars or something bigger. i didn’t feel heard during our conversation but unfortunately i can’t sleep without you. so i was coming to drag you to bed even though i’m still very mad at you.”

“baby i’m sorry. i’m so sorry for hurting your feelings. i want you to know that i don’t mean it. hell, everyone knows i’m the clingy one! you’re the love of my life and i would spend days mending whatever hurt i caused,” his hands came to rest on your cheeks, fingers softly swiping at the dry tear stains.

“can we go to bed now? i’m exhausted and we can finish talking in the morning,” jude nods in response to you and kisses your nose.

“yeah, let’s go to bed m’love.”

~two~

“hey babe!”

jude looks up from his ipad upon hearing your voice through the phone. he was in germany for match and of course, he asked you to go with him. saying something along the lines of being his good luck charm. you couldn’t originally get the off time from your job.

“i miss you so much.”

“jude, baby you’ve been gone for like two days.”

“and your point is?”

“okay, whatever you say. anyways, i got a package for ya! just open the door.”

the boy failed to realize how close your face was in the camera and how you whispered. you had surprised him by coming to germany, being that your boss changed her mind and let you go. it wasn’t like you asked for off time a lot anyways.

“what?”

“can you open the door baby?”

jude jumps off the bed and practically leaps to the door. swinging it open to find you with a toothy smile. he rushes to hug you, bending down to your hight and pulling you into his arms.

“you said you couldn’t come!”

“surprise! my boss decided to let me take the time off last minute. i found the first flight here.”

“how’d you get to the hotel? i would’ve picked you up.”

“it wouldn’t have been a surprise then.”

he detaches himself from you to grab your bag, then grabbing your hand, walking you inside. you take a seat on the couch that was sitting in the room and smiled as your boyfriend put your bag next to his.

“i can’t believe you’re here.”

“well believe it,” jude sat next to you and began pressing kisses into whatever inch of skin he could get to.

“babe relax,” you say, in between giggles as he continued his work down to your neck. only getting off you when you pushed his shoulder back.

“i just missed you.”

“it’s been two days!”

“so what.”

~three~

you’ve become familiar with jude being your passenger princess. you never minded, it was just nice having someone to drive with. so, you took him on another one of your side quests. thrifting.

“i hope i find something good this time. last time we went, it was a bunch of bullshit.”

“i’m kinda hoping i see something i like,” you gasp into response to him, quickly looking at him and then looking back at the road.

“woah, thee jude bellingham is interested in thrifting?”

“oh come off it.”

“i’m just saying! i literally never heard you say anything like that. just making sure my ears heard correctly,” you give him a teasing smile.

“i will jump into oncoming traffic.”

“no you won’t.”

“i swear i will.”

“i’m calling your bluff.”

the silence in the car became loud as you both tested one another.

“no i won’t.”

“ha! i knew it.”

“whatever, drive faster loser. all the good stuff are gonna be gone.”

~four~

you wake up finding the bed empty. jude’s side is made up, totally not uncommon. you figured he was at training and got out of bed to get something to eat. as you walked to the kitchen, you find your boyfriend with his bare back towards you.

“good morning darling,” he turns his head to face you with a small smile.

“good morning. what’s all this?”

“i wanted to cook for you! training was canceled today because of a family emergency. i was gonna surprise you in bed but of course you had to wake up early.”

“that’s very sweet of you,” you make your way towards him and wrap your arms around his waist. pressing your front into his back, hugging him as tight as you could. you leaned up to kiss the back of his shoulder blade before stepping away.

“let’s spend the day inside.”

“are you sure jude? i know today is my off day but you don’t have to stay in with me.”

“i want to.”

jude plates the food and sits it on the dining room table. you follow close behind and go to grab your chair. instead, jude pulls out your chair for you. pushing you in before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. sitting down next to you, you both began to eat. a comfortable silence fills the room as you both ate. his free hand resting on your thigh, caressing the skin beneath his fingers.

“i love you so much. thank you for this.”

“you shouldn’t have to thank me. i’m your boyfriend, it’s a job of mine to make sure you’re feeling loved at all times.”

“trust me, i feel all the love right now.”

“it still wouldn’t be enough to express how much i truly am in love with you darling.”

“don’t get sappy on me bellingham,” you teased, watching his face attempt to hide a smile.

“oh we wouldn’t want that,” he plays along and kisses your cheek, making you both laugh in the process.

[taasgirl]

popstar - jude bellingham

summary: y/n is in her popstar era and has a fan in the form of madrid's starboy

SMAU!

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littlesimz we have to link up someday

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ynusername go record some music christopher

judebellingham very european

user21293 WHY IS Y/N FRIENDS WITH SO MANY FOOTBALLERS?

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kevinabstract ur so cool i wish i was u

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ynusername still need tix ? user02931 I CANT I CANT I CANT I CANT

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user49320 y/n really catching all the footballers like their stones

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user09273 that looks a whole lot like a y/n concert...

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jobebellingham Much better weather than birmingham tbf

ynusername what a pretty concert!

judebellingham What a pretty girl!

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user25309 GAGGED

user78201 this is literally the hottest couple of all time

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judebellingham this is cute

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ynusername aww thank you judey 💘

judebellingham Hi baby

user89302 how the actual fuck did no one know about this???

user92634 'i love you too much to keep it a secret' OKAYYY

leahwilliamson thank god, I don't have to keep this a secret anymore

user66539 CONFIRMED! hottest couple of all time

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[judes-hoe]

My winner ~ JB5

Parrings ~ Jude Bellingham x reader

Summary ~ you and Jude have been dating since his Birmingham days and he finally got the two things he’s dreamed of.

Warnings ~ super fluffy in the beginning, then… p in v(unprotected don’t do this!), creampie(2), praise, a little subby Jude, pet names.

A/N ~ enjoy☺️!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Jude have been dating since his Birmingham days. You had moved into his neighborhood when you were 6-7 and you and Jude quickly became friends. You went to every match you could. Once you got older you and Jude confessed your feelings to each other.

That’s when things got serious, you convinced your parents to move to Germany with him, the only reason they said yes was because Denise, Jude’s mom, would be with you guys.

You were with him the whole time at Germany, going through the bad and good times with that club.

Then he moved to Madrid, you knew that was his dream and when he had made the deal with them. He was in tears and hugging you and you couldn’t stop telling him how happy you were of him.

The move to Madrid was easy, the only hard part being not understanding people. But you and Jude took lessons together.

You were happy watching his achievements in the LaLiga, and the Champions League. Getting man of the match, and player of the month.

Now sat with his family watching the Champions League final. You were sat next to Jobe; squeezing his hand when Jude would fall to the ground, or when Madrid had a chance to score but missed.

When Madrid got the first goal you jumped out of your seat cheering, the hugging Jobe tightly. Then a few minutes later, Jude assisted Vini. You watched as Jude fell to his knees, he knew they won it.

The Jude got subbed off and you couldn’t stop bouncing your leg in the final minutes. When Dortmund had scored, you accidentally squeezed Jobe’s hand to tight and he winced in pain. “Sorry.” You mumbled to him and he just nodded his head rubbing his hand to sooth it.

But the goal was offsides and Jobe gave you a massive side eye. When that final whistle blew you were so happy and proud. Hugging Jobe tight and rocking side to side. Then hugging Mark and Denise.

You watched as he got his medal, and lifted the trophy. Celebrating with his teammates. He whispered something to one of the coaches, who then smiled at him and left. Jude coming over to you and his family. You stood back wanting him to have a moment with his family first.

He then walked over to you waiting by the barrier. He smiled at you and lifted you over the barrier placing you on the other side with him. He then kissed you deeply earning some cheers from the Madrid crowd that was still there. He pulled you with him to walk.

“Jude I’m so incredibly proud of you, I know this is your dream and you e finally accomplished it.” You spoke and stopped walking turning to him and grabbing his face to look at him. “Your family is definitely proud of you more than me.” You said thumb stroking his cheek. “I’m just happy you’re here and I wouldn’t want any other girl to celebrate this, you’re my girl and only my girl.” He spoke with a smile on his face looking at you with his brown eyes that were just full of love.

You and Jude walk to some of his teammates, while you talk to some of his teammates. Cama and Tchouameni you haven’t even noticed Jude disappear and come back. All you remember was the two men in front of you smirking but you didn’t think much of it.

“Come with me.” Jude said holding out his hand. You gladly take it and he walks you to the middle of the pitch. “What-.” You say but Jude’s stops you. “Just listen.” He says and takes a deep breath.

“You’ve been with me my whole life practically, you’ve watched me from academy, to Birmingham, to Dortmund, to now in Madrid, you’ve been with me through my highs and lows, you’ve been there to comfort me after a bad match, you’ve been my shoulder to cry on, I truly can’t see myself with anyone else but you.” He spoke with love and sincere.

You watched him as he gets on one knee and pull out a black box. “So will you marry me.” He asked opening the box but fumbles a little from nerves. You stare at him with tears in your eyes. “Yes Jude, I’ll marry you.” You said with a sob. He quickly puts the ring on your finger and stands up pulling you into a loving kiss. Cheers erupting from behind you, from his family, and his teammates.

You blush deeply as Jude pulls away and leans his head on your forehead. “I love you.” He whispers. “I love you too.” You say back.

You and Jude turn to walk back to his teammates and you walk over to his family. His teammates giving him little pats on the back and praise. “It’s beautiful.” Denise said holding your hand looking at the ring. “I’m so happy for you both, I always knew you’d both last forever.” She said pulling you into a hug. Mark and Jobe joining.

Jude comes over and joins the hug also planting a kiss on your head.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Jude are back at the hotel you’ve been staying at the past couple of days. He immediately pushes you to the bed kissing you and not pulling away. “Let me give you my proper celebration first.” You said pulling away. “Ok baby, but then it’s my turn.” He said flipping over so he’s laying on the bed. You smirk and start taking all his clothes off.

Once he’s got all his clothes off, you take all of yours off. You climb onto of him, jerking his cock off and spread the pre cum around his tip. You line him up and sink down onto him in one go. You let out a soft moan and he lets out a groan gripping your hips.

You start rocking your hips slowly to get used to him a little more. “Please baby faster.” Jude begs and the grip on your hips tighten. “Anything for my winner.” You said speeding up you movements and adding a little bounce. You smirk as an idea comes to mind.

You grab the medal around his neck and tug it slightly. Jude letting out a small groan. His cock twitching a little inside you.

You smirk and do it again. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He moans out thrusting his hips into you. “Cum for me, cum inside me Jude, I’m right with you.” You bend down and whisper into his ear with a moan. He cock twitches before his cum paints your inside. The feeling of it making you cum right behind him.

Taking a little breather, he pulls out and can feel both your cum dripping out. He flips you both over so he’s on top. Thrusting back into you. “Fuck Jude!” You moan out. He goes fast, skin clapping filling the room. “Such a good girl for me.” He mumbles looking down where he’s going in and out.

You tug on his medal again and pull it for him to come down and pull him for a kiss. “Jude, Jude im gonna cum again.” You moan into the kiss. “Cum for me darling.” He said pulling away and taking a hand to rub your clit. That sends you over the edge and you cum around him your pussy clenching around him. “Fuck I’m cumming!” He said doing one final thrust and cums inside again.

You both breathing heavily. He pulls out and kisses you softly before going to the bathroom and getting a warm cloth cleaning you up. Then grabbing you pajamas to put on, helping you but then on. He just throws on a pair of boxers and basketball shorts.

“Goodnight my soon to be wife.” He whispered pulling you to his chest kissing your head. “Goodnight my soon to be husband.” You say back with a whisper and kiss his bare chest.

[lorarri]

★ . . . 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 , 𝐉𝐁𝟓

summary , the daughter of lewis hamilton and a 3 time f1 world champion life is pretty great especially now that you have found a special someone

pairing , jude bellingham x fem! hamilton! redbull! f1 driver! reader

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user my wife is a madrid...I don't know what to do with why self now

user stay away from my wifey mr. hey jude lookin ass

user MR BELLINGHAM WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

user it couple is cookin ya'll

user love that mother is living her best life

user bae wake up Y/N posted a winter break photo dump

user OKAY BUT THAT LAST PIC EXCUSE ME?!?!?!

user madam who got you those flowers

user jude better be careful or papa hamilton gonna have his head if he even thinks about trying anything with his daughter

user why am I kinda living from the idea of these two being a couple

user are you dating jude?

user Y/N come home the kids miss you

user 4th wdc pending...

user so we all know who the guy in the last slide is right?

user love my soon to be parents

user the queen soft launching wasn't on my 2024 bingo card

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TRENTSKI

JUDITH

EXPLAIN YOUR SELF

JUDITH

huh?

RICE RICE BABY

did you really think you could sneek your way into Y/N Hamilton's ig dump and we wouldn't find out?

JUDITH

yes?

SANCHOOOO

SO YOU ADMIT IT

IT IS YOU

MEEK MEALS

glad you finally got together

I was getting sick and tired of you talking about her 24/7

JACK RABBIT

I'm surprised he even got the strength to talk to her

STAR BOY

right?

his brain normally turns to mush when ever her name is mentioned

proud of you bro

JUDITH

thx kyo

I always knew you were a real one

TRENTSKI

damn I see how it is then....

RICE RICE BABY

trents going dark lads

in his sad girl era

PHIL CHEESE STAKE

so wait who knows about you 2 being together?

SANCHOOOO

besides the entire intent after that photo dump?

MEEK MEALS

LMFAOOO

STAR BOY

tell lewis he's the goat

JUDITH

hahah funny

let us have our damatic soft launch

obvi you guys know

the only others that know are max, sebastian, and charles

I'll let lewis know when he figures out I'm dating his daughter this Saturday

JACK RABBIT

mate your fucked

TRENTSKI

DAMN

secret forbbiden romance

didn't know you were built like that jude

MEEK MEALS

what do you mean Lewis fucking Hamilton doesn't know you are dating HIS DAUGHTER

SANCHOOOO

pray for jude guys

these might be his last days with us

STAR BOY

he shall be missed

JACK RABBIT

dw jude I'll delete your search history of you stalking Y/N's ig and twitter

JUDITH

thanks guys...

wiss me luck

TRENTSKI

break a leg

RICE RICE BABY

don't die

MEEK MEALS

good luck

SANCHOOOO

you going to die

STAR BOY

what colour coffin do you want?

I'm thinking bright pink and rinestones

JACK RABBIT

do you need a get away driver?

PHIL CHEESE STAKE

before you die get me and ronnie a hat singed by Y/N and Lewis

JUDITH

I feel so loved rn

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he's a good lad

but if he hurt's you

winning a trohpy will be the last of his concern

okay dad I'll relay that message to him

good

also don't forget to use projection...

DAD OMG STOP

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¡HALA MADRID!

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Christian is asking if Jude wants to come to the team dinner before the livery launch?

also if he hurts you I will run him over with our matching aston martins

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what does he smell like?