#BVB smut

[lovemomhatepolice]

jude bellingham nswf alphabet (part 1) (minors DNI!)

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Oh, Jude is very adhesive after sex. He likes to cuddle with you until you both fall asleep. He places gentle kisses on your head, shoulders and arms, in fact wherever he can. He always talks to you for a long time, whether everything was okay, how you feel, if you need anything…. Well, Jude is a great guy

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Jude is well aware that he is damn handsome. And not since he started being famous, oh no, Jude was already aware of that before. However, what he likes most about himself is his face, I think. He really likes the fact that he is similar with his family, which is so important to him, and he likes his looks. He is very fond of his dark brown eyes and his lips, which, according to him, have the perfect shape (to kiss you!!). As far as you are concerned, I think Jude is definitely an ass man. Of course, he loves your breasts, but your ass is definitely something Jude always looks past when he sees you. He loves to squeeze it, kiss it, everything, really. He always has his hands on her when you're somewhere together, and he's not ashamed to show it. Unfortunately, on the contrary, sometimes you have to correct him so he doesn't get caught up. And besides, he loves your whole face. He thinks everything matches perfectly - your nose size, eye color and lip shape, ay, this boy is drowning.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Jude Bellingham looks like a total creampie fan. I think he repeatedly stopped his seed at your entrance to watch it mix with your juices and slowly leave your body. But I also think he's too delicate to let his cum linger on your face, which is why he's not a fan of it. Even if you asked, there's no chance he'll let himself cum in your face

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) I think he likes it when you take the initiative. He often does a lot on his own, but the sight of you having fun with him in a way that no one else has ever done before, god. Jude is already on his knees and begging for more

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Nah, Jude is not very experienced. Well, after all, he's only 21 years old and hasn't scored any major ones on his relationship record. Therefore, everything you experience together is quite new to him. It was with you that he lost his virginity and began to discover what he likes and what he doesn't quite like But nevertheless he is a fast learner, he has become so skilled that if you met him for the first time, you would not be able to say that he is a fresher in these matters

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Jude likes to have you on top. Really, that's why the cowgirl position is just right for him. He likes you to take the initiative, however, alone from below he can also do a lot, especially since compared to him, you are in his hands like a feather. Another option is standing up - as I mentioned before, Jude is a fan of sex in the shower, so the standing option had to be practiced to perfection to make both of you comfortable and perfect

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) It depends on the moment. Jude is hardly a person who is against any jokes in bed or giggles, on the contrary, it even happens to him often. However, when your sex is heavily geared towards romance and the heat rising around your bodies, he rather tries to be serious and committed to the situation

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) I think Jude is not completely shaved, but it is trimmed so that it is neat and not too much. He has dark curly hair, so I'm betting he has that all over his body too, so it might be hard to eliminate it. As for you, I think similarly. Either completely shaved or trimmed so that everything is neat and not too much.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Bellingham can be truly romantic. He may not look like it, but he loves to plan your entire evening. First take you out for an expensive dinner with wine, then prepare you a joint bath with petals of your favorite flowers, followed by the intense sex you've both been waiting for all day. And then long conversations in bed and gentle touches...

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) This often happens to him - mainly due to the fact that you often don't see each other through his constant trips to matches and life in other countries. He's not averse to pornographic movies, but since you've been together, he tends not to watch them. You prefer to connect together on the webcam and experience it from a distance, or he copes by simply thinking about the fact that you could be you next to him…

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Honestly, I can't find any sensible kink to match Jude. He does not seem to be a person who is drawn in any particular direction. Maybe a creampie? Hm, I think he could watch with fascination as your shared juices of fulfillment come out of you…. Oh, and combined it with breeding kink? Well, what? He's young, but he can definitely see you with a pregnant belly in your future home together in Madrid

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Shower. Jude Bellingham shouts shower. Or possibly a bathtub, but definitely something on the toilet. I honestly don't know why, but it's what I associate with so damn much. Sex after the game? In the toilet. Sex with romantic candles and rose petals? In the bathtub. Sex without any occasion? In the shower. Well, don't say no. Jude definitely looks like a man who loves to take a bath together with you, and the opportunity to get close is even better

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) After the match. I don't know why. It's just that after a match, Jude is always, and I mean always, somehow more horny, and that's when you turn him on the most. Whether it's won or lost, Jude just needs to have his girlfriend in his arms after it Or the other option that turns him on is you in mini dresses. Well begging, the boy is already on his knees in front of you (or rather, behind you too)

A/N: next part will be here soon! i will be very pleased if you leave something behind - orders are open!

please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

[swayziiwriter]

Petty | Jude Bellingham

summary: when your best friend Jude decides to avert his attention to a desperate blonde you decide to turn the tables on him with none other then Jadon Sancho.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

Amongst the blaring music in the club you can still hear his voice. I'm Jude, you're not bad yourself, I could use another drink. The obnoxious blonde who had found her way to Jude now had her hands on him, tracing the collar of his black dress shirt. The worst part about it was that he was letting her.

He didn't even taken a second glance at you, pathetic you thought to yourself. Tonight was supposed to be a night of celebrations, Englands EURO qualifications games were spectacular. Though, you wanted nothing more than to go home. Jude was your best friend, your best friend who you we're undeniably in love with. So coming here tonight was supposed to be your chance of telling him how you felt, but instead you were watching from afar as Jude got felt up by some bimbo.

 You were infuriated beyond extent, your emotions mixed with the alcohol that was coursing through your body was dangerous. All your feelings were heightened, including your sexual drive. You wanted to forget about this constant pain in your heart every time Jude turned up to end up spending the night with some girl. Tired of all the countless nights fixated on how to finally express your emotions you decided that it was time to give him a taste of his own medicine. Jude wasn't clueless about your feelings, a few drunken kisses made sure he knew. But still he never brought it up, instead he avoided it like the plague and you were tired of it.

"Stare any harder and you'll burn a hole in the back of his head" a voice quipped. "That's sort of the point" you seethed, not feeling in much of a positive mood anymore. You recognized the voice immediately, it belonged to Jadon Sancho teammate and friend of Jude. You were across from the bar the huge dance floor in front view. Hundreds of sweaty, drunk and horny people rubbing up against each other hoping to get laid. "Why'd you let him ruin your mood?" He questioned with a smirk. "You can be an asshole sometimes you know that" you replied taking down another shot, the burning sensation in your throat causing you to forget about Jude for just a second.

"Dance with me y/n" Jadon proposed, "oh Jadon I don't thi-" he cut you off with a small chuckle."This isn't for me y/n, this is too show Jude just what he's missing" he continued. Your brain was telling you to say no, yelling at you to take the high road and just ignore Jude for the night. But you couldn't.

Smiling at his genius antics hand in hand you two made your way down to the dance floor. "The hills" starting to echo through the large building as your warm bodies were flushed up against each other, your back to his front. Jude was watching, he had been watching from the second Jadon left his teammate's side to be with you.

Watching as you lightly grinded your body into Jadon's, Jude was livid. Watching as his hands rose up your body had him squirming, a deep feeling in his gut enough for him to want to throw up all the alcohol he had consumed earlier in the night. Dancing with Jadon was funner than expected, he would occasionally whisper subtle "he's looking, ah there he goes squirming again" leaving you to let out genuine laughs, laughs that Jude could hear all to well over the blaring music.

The blonde who had been around Jude for longer than his own liking was soon kicked to the curb as he soon realized you had been doing the same mechanism as him. Making the other one Jealous. Jude let Jadon bring his hands from behind as far as your stomach before he marched towards the dance floor, drink in one hand and nothing in the other. He had left this go on for to long, he couldn't stand the feeling of another man touching you, feeling your soft skin, your perfect lips.

"Oh shit, he's coming over here" Jadon yelled over the music, leaning into your body. "Y/n" Jude yelled over the music, "what Jude" you spat back, still pissed that he had let that blonde touch him. Jadon returned glances between both of you before making the decision to get out of there, sending you an apologetic look as he left you to fend alone against Jude. Jude continued to look at you with wide eyes, expecting an answer. "Can't you take a hint Bellingham I was in the middle of danc-" "dancing?" He interrupted. "You were all over him y/n, fucking hell are you trying to kill me?" He yelled. "Me!?" You replied, "you're the one who's had a bimbo on your ass all night. Sue me for wanting to have some actual fun" you spat.

The air was becoming thick, the tension and smell of sex in the air was becoming suffocating. Your mind felt as if it was running a thousand miles an hour. "If you're not man enough to tell me that you want me, then there's no reason why I shouldn't go fuck around with someone like Jadon" you continued to hurl insults at him before he finally snapped. Crashing his lips against yours in a heated passion.

Your hands were roaming over his chest as his lips worked in sync with yours. Jude gives you a firm but still tender kiss the tension between you and him was killing you both. He's hard about it and tells you he's wanted you for so long, but his touch is still gentle. He is letting you know that he has also always liked you.

The music at the club doesn't bother you. You basically let his tongue investigate your own, and let your bodies press together among all the intensity, strain, and horniness.

Finally, when you both leave the room to get some fresh air, the following events that come after are neglected. In the midst of the sexual tension, horniness, and outright neediness, it is forgotten. The backseat of the taxi you are both in is a blur of hasty movements, hasty kisses, and long groaning awaiting to arrive. When you get to Jude's condo his movements are fast, your back hits his bed the midst of a heavy make out. Clothes, his tie, shoes, and your heels were all left on the floor in the trail of your exasperated needs.

He was hovering over you, taking in every inch of your body as it curved into his, his hard cock hitting your thighs as your body shuddered with pleasure. Jude brought his hand down to your core, teasing your folds as he spoke dirty words into your ear. He slipped two fingers into your dripping pussy, collecting your wetness in between his fingers. 

Your hands gripped at the sheets as he worked on your pussy, fingering you fast to your release. His voice was thick with lust as he felt you clench around him and wrap your legs around his waist as he continued to press his fingers inside of you. "you look so pretty for me baby."

Your back arched from the bed as you watched his beautiful face, and it took all of your inner strength not to cum. "Gonna cum all over my fingers?" He questioned, "be a good girl and cum all over my fingers" you body shook with pleasure white noise talking over as the euphoric feeling took over your body.

You were moaning his name in an attempt to stop the overstimulation on your core. "Wanna feel you" you managed to gasp out between breathes. He pushed your body up the bed, spreading your legs just enough to settle himself in between them, "about to be so ruined for me" he tapped his cock against your wet folds, the action alone making you cry out in frustration. "I'm not going to stop until your dripping with my cum" he said pushing into your tight pussy. Because you didn't anticipate that movement, you let out a small cry of surprise mixed with a moan of pleasure.

To fully appreciate how his cock got inside of you and how your walls tightened around it, you had to close your eyes for a while. He moved inside of you briefly, using only one hand; He placed your leg and the other on his shoulder by lifting your leg; He gave your clit a rub. You had the impression that his thrusts were reaching deeper within you because of the angle your leg was at.

Jude stopped stroking your clit to wrap one of his hands around your neck. You were certain that your moans had already turned into tiny screams while he was deep within you. You arched your back with pleasure. Before you took that forearm and squeezed it, Jude gently stroked the skin on your neck. He probably accepted that as a sign since he applied a touch of tension.

You tried to complain, but all you got was a sound that sounded like you were gasping as his pace picked up. You tried to yell, or at least try to, because your lips were being caressed by his thumb as he continued to press on them. When you were already almost there, your pussy voluntarily tightened around his cock. You were in an orgasmic state when Jude let out a deep growl.

Your pussy continued to pulse around his cock as he followed you a few seconds later. Before rolling next to you, he took your hand out of the ring around his neck. Your lungs were asking for air, your mind was a finished wreck, and your vision obscured until you could slow down and rest. You could feel beads of Judes cum rolling down your sweaty thighs.

You and Jude had given into your needs and it never felt better. You wanted to feel him every where, all the time. He wanted it too, the way his eyes never left yours was evidence of it, the way his body connected with yours was beautiful. You and Jude were in sync, complete with each other.

[concreteangel92]

hello I just followed your account and bth I LOVE Noah and Andy as well and i was hoping that you could possibly do a headcannon where y/n, andy and noah are bestfriends and Noah and Andy are secretly in love with y/n and one night they all play truth or dare and it gets spicy( you can go as feral as humanly possible for this). Funny enough this was an actually dream I had months ago an it was stuck in my head lol

Thank you so much 🖤

That is one amazing dream 😏 sorry this has taken so long to get up, life has gotten in the way the last couple weeks but I hope this lives up to your dream!

I originally wrote out something different but I just couldn’t make it flow properly for me to be happy with it so I changed it, hardly any plot or logic, just smut haha 🤣 hope that’s ok and that you enjoy!

Andy Biersack x female reader x Noah Sebastian

18+ below!!

• you don’t know how you ended up in the situation you were in but you certainly weren’t complaining

•you had been sat with two of your closest guy friends Noah and Andy, playing truth or dare

•what had happened prior to this, was you admitting to your feelings for both men due to you having had a few drinks, only to find out they felt the same way

•as the drinks had flowed, you had suggested truth or dare, the game had started off pretty tame but as it went on, you found yourself here

•stripped out of your clothes with Andy and Noah taking it in turns to dominate you

•you were leaning back on Noah’s chest while he held your legs open for Andy who was currently in between them

• “Truth or dare y/n?” Noah’s voice close to your ear

• “Tr..Truth” you were not in a position to do a dare right now

• “do you like being used by us baby?”

•you wouldn’t be able to answer properly at first as Andy has taken that time to slip another finger into you while his tongue worked on your clit

• “yes, yes I love it”

•you could feel your end approaching fast, you thighs were shaking under Noah’s hands, Andy didn’t stop his relentless pace on your core and you cried out as your orgasm washed over you, Noah talking your through it “that’s it angel, I’ve got you”

•Andy pulled back and wiped his chin “Noah truth or dare?”

• “dare”

• “I dare you to use y/n any way you like”

• Noah immediately got you bent over the sofa you’d been sitting on prior and positioned himself behind you, teasing your folds with the head of his cock before bottoming out in one thrust

•Noah wouldn’t give you much time to adjust before he started thrusting into you hard, his hips slamming into your ass

•with a strained voice Noah would look to Andy who was watching while stroking himself, “Andy truth or dare”

• “truth”

• “how much are you loving watching this?”

• “loving every second”

•and this is how the evening continued, you being used in the most beautiful way by both men and playing truth or dare

•you’d certainly never look at it the same way again

[jadedior]

Me & u 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

you try to give Jude a facial

warning: suggestive.

a/n hiii everyone!! i’m back after a long time short blurb to welcome myself back !! i’m taking requests so send them if you have any pls. 💗hope you enjoy reading.

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"juddee" you winced as you felt his hand land on your ass

"i'm sorry i can't help it" he smirked as his hands rested on your hips

you were straddled on his lap both your knee on each side of his hips as Jude laid flat on the bed as you applied a serum on his face.

you proposed the idea of giving him a facial and surprisingly he agreed. you wanted to take care of him since he had js came home from training and had the next few days off.

you smiled at the view of him under you with the pink head band on and eye patches you got him to put on. admiring your boyfriend. how much you missed him while he was away at training

"instead of staring you should take a picture" he teased as he peaked through one eye

""omg i can't look at my boyfriend"

you acted fake offended

"but fine yk what i will take a picture to show everyone how you look right now with your pretty pink headband on and glitter eye patches,princess" you teased reaching for your phone

"no" he excalmed opening his eyes and sitting up grabbing your wrists to stop you

you laughed as you tried to play fight him to get to your phone

"baby no no" he said as he trapped you between his knees and pinned your wrists down to the bed  with on of his hands as the other tickled your sides knowing how much you disliked being tickled bc you were so ticklish

"b-babe babe ok ok s" you tried to get out between laugher

"ok i won't I WONT" you got out as he stopped tickling you

"you promise" he questioned as his hand hovered over your stomach again

"YES YES I PROMISE" as you contored your body trying to get out his grip

his let your wrists go

"ok give me a kiss"

"no" you said as you pretended to be mad crossing your arms and pouting

"and get off of me you're crushing me" you giggled in a failed attempt to push him off

"not until you give me a kiss"

"fine but it's time to take off the eye patches"

you said as you reached up to peel the eye patches and slip the head band off

"how does your skin feel baby"

you asked caressed his cheek

"mm it feels refreshed"

he said as he leaned down to place a peck on your lips

"ohh but you forgot one last treatment" he said in between kisses

"what" you asked confused being sure you did everything also confused on how he would know abt skincare

"the treatment where you sit on my face" he smirked against your neck

"JUDE BELLINGHAM”

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[mchlgayser]

can you write one about bellingham where they’re married and they are arguing all the time so they’re thinking about divorcing but one day he saw her crying in their bedroom and he conforts her and realises how much he loves her

𓂃⭑ᜊ: REALIZATION ft jude bellingham

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: HELLO! Ok this is a GREAT idea! Icl I love it, I might do this all out I swear.

𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: arguments, divorce, and breakdown

𓂃⭑ᜊ: @iwritesjud3's masterlist

'I can't fucking do this anymore!' He burst, and you sat there numb and in distress, you sit on the couch hands over your head as you sigh heavily 'Should we just... Separate, Jude?' You didn't meant it, you really don't it just kind of slipped out.

But maybe, maybe you meant it.

'..Yeah. I think that's for the best, it's just not working out like this.' He shakes his head, sitting down next to you 'Right.' You declared standing up and stare down at him 'I'm taking the guest room, you can sleep at the room.' Leaving him, you tread upstairs as fast as you can and lock the door.

When? When did it get to this? Did it just happen? You thought to yourself, eyes burning with hot tears cascading down your cheeks. Tired is what you are feeling.

'Can you stop being jealous all the time?!'

'Oh well, I'm sorry for being so jealous over a girl wrapping an arm around you!'

'We talked about this, come on! Do I have to bring it up all the fucking time?!'

'I am not your fucking maid, Y/n. Take out the trash yourself.'

'How many times do I have to tell you not to touch my things! You are so stubborn!'

'Where are you? I called you the millionth of times, I'm worried!'

'Mind your business'

'Oh my God! You are a drunk mess!'

'Fucking let go, Jude!~'

'It's four, why did you even bothered coming home?'

'Because I paid for it, go and stop bothering me Y/n!'

When you think thoroughly about it now, it hurts so bad your heart aching and hammers so loud. You cry the whole night with your body still attached on the door.

The next day you woke up, and you didn't see any signs of Jude 'He's probably at practice.' You murmured going around the yard to take a breather. This yard is one of your favorite parts of the house. It was green with grass, yellow with daisies, and red with roses. The koi fish pond and a small bridge over the pond. The swing. Every part of this yard are your favorite. Sad to think you'll have to leave the house so soon.

Well technically this house is both yours and Jude's after you got married but to think that you have to live with thousands of bad memories in this house, you feel hopeless just thinking about it. If you wanted to divorce and leave, then you need to start fresh.

You stay hours in the yard doing nothing but admiring it. One memory after another came gushing back to you

'Stop Jude, it tickles'

Spending hours in the yard, you both did nothing but talks with each other, joking around, getting to know each other even better.

'You're cheating, you are not supposed to look!'

Hiding the canvas on his chest, you both spent time painting what reminds you both of each other, filming. He drew a beautiful home, exclaiming that you always remind him of the 'home is a person' thing. Meanwhile, you drew a flutter of butterflies.

The reason is that every small thing about him caused your stomach to rabble butterflies.

'Oh my God! The sausages burnt!'

It was a funny memory indeed, you both got so lost in your world, admiring each other's details you forgot the sausages you grilled on the pan.

'I love...'

Sunset picnic you both religiously do every month, pinning what you both like most from the snacks, fruits and drinks.

Now that you think about it, when is the last time you both did it, two months ago? Perhaps four months ago. It just sort of disappeared into thin air.

Your eyes welled up with tears again, these memories constantly bring you down making it harder for you to leave. Can you do it? Abandoning everything about him?

You walk upstairs to your shared bedroom sit on the bed and look around, your stuff, facials, and makeup are still neatly placed on the table. The mattress created a faint smell of Jude's fresh minty cologne. The one you bought him for your first wedding anniversary. The curtains slightly open allowing the sun to peep in inside the dimmed light room.

Eyes boring around some more, your eyes fidgeted on the nightstand table's drawer, it was open subtle and you got up to open it to see what was inside. The contain managed to slip a small gasp out of your mouth, tears welling up again. It was a photo album of you and Jude since you were both friends.

You take out the album and open it to the first page. It was a photo of you and him taking selfies with ice cream and beside the picture, you wrote 'We got each other's fav ice cream!'

You skipped a few pages, and the next page you open was you and him cutting a cake on your wedding day, you are smiling down, and Jude gazing at you with wide stupid grin on his mouth.

Another picture on the bottom is you feeding him a small piece of cake, and throwing your head back, laughing while he boop icing on your nose.

Smiling at how lovey-dovey you two were before, without noticing a single stray of tear fall down your cheekbone. Skipping pages through pages, reminiscing the old good memories.

You held the album close to your chest, crying and wailing alone. Your tears freely escaped your sockets, you don't want to leave, never would you but you know, this is going nowhere. The marriage is something both you and Jude can't worked out together. Maybe this is the best. For him and his career.

Jude on the other hand just gotten home from training, he dropped his duffle bag and slumped on the living room couch, and close his eyes for a short sleep.

The gushing wind interrupted, he eyed up to the yard realizing that the balcony door is opened, the curtains pushed up and down because of the wind, he groan getting up to close the door.

He gazes the yard for a moment, now thinking of you. He tread ways upstairs to your shared bedroom. The door is open lightly and he peek in to see you on the bed, crying.

Your eyes are red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears. He slowly opens the door peeking his head in 'Y/n?' You jolted at the familiar voice, you hid the album away but it was too late.

Jude came and confronts you, he sat down beside you as the mattress dip 'What?' You stuttered out, eyes avoiding his gaze 'I just... Wanted to check up on you.'

You sighed 'We are separating soon Jude, no need to check up on me anymore, I'm fine.' He felt bad, really bad.

He thought to himself, how did this happen? Do you two just end up disliking each other and get spiteful every chance you get?

'I don't want to lose you, Y/n.' You gasp, eyes watering with salty tears 'No Jude, please don't say that. We both know that this is not working out anymore.' Out of instinct, he held your hand 'No! What we both said last night is purely angry talks, I said things I didn't mean and that's the same way for you! Please, I still love you, don't you love me?' You were hesitant 'I... Do but..'

'Then, that's enough for now, we'll try our best to go through this obstacle, we'll fight for each other just like we used to, alright?' You hum and nods at him

He takes you in his arms 'Thank God! I don't ever wanted to lose you.'

[percervall]

take me to that place (when you turn me on)

Pairing: Mats Hummels x fem!reader Words: 1011 Warnings: Smut from the jump, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, degradation kink, porn without plot

In which Mats gives you a helping hand —even though he is miles away

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“You’re such a whore, Mats.” 

You can tell by the way his mouth quirks up you’re about to regret saying that.

“Takes one to know one, darling. Because that is what you are, right? My little cock whore?” 

He always manages to say it so casually, and yet the effect is as devastating over a FaceTime call as when he whispers it in your ear. You try to bite back a whimper as your pussy clenches around nothing, not wanting to give your husband the satisfaction of knowing just how turned on you are right now. 

“Mats-...” you manage to get out, thighs squeezing shut.

“Oh, I know sweetheart. I know just how much that pretty pussy of you is aching right now. Why don’t you show me just how wet you are for me?” 

His words are enough to bring you to your knees, quite literally as you sink down in front of the couch. You manage to prop your phone up against the vase of flowers on the coffee table before leaning back against the front of the couch. You quickly shimmy out of your bike shorts and pull the oversized t-shirt over your head. You can see that Mats has sat down on a chair in his hotel room, hair still damp from the shower. 

“Panties as well, darling,” he says, voice dropping an octave. It sends a shiver down your spine despite the fact that it’s 28℃. You do as he tells you, and pull your underwear down, feeling it stick to you. Letting your legs fall open, you look at him, watch him as his eyes rake over you even though he is hundreds of miles away. 

“Look at you, so wet for me. Would love nothing more than to bury my face between those thighs, tasting you, or to sink my cock into that tight little cunt of yours,” Mats comments and you can’t help the moan that falls from your lips at his words. You let your hands wander down, teasing your nipples, skimming down your stomach to your hips and thighs.

“Touch yourself,” Mats orders, voice rough. Sighing in pleasure, you drag a finger through your folds, collecting your wetness before you circle your clit. 

“Fuck, darling… Haven’t even touched you and you’re already such a mess. Need to see you cum baby, can you do that for me?” You nod, unable to form a single coherent thought at his request. Mats always has this effect on you, where he could talk you into a blissful state of mindlessly floating in pleasure. You feel your clit swell underneath your eager fingertips, and begin to rub fast circles as the muscles in your thighs and stomach quiver in anticipation. 

“Mats…” you breathe, not even sure what it is you’re asking of him.

“Look at me,” he tells you in return, his voice thick with lust, and you obey him with a whimper. You struggle to open your eyes fully so you look at him through half-lidded eyes. While your vision might be a little blurry, you can hear the unmistakable sound of your husband fucking his fist. Even though you can’t see him, your imagination fills in the blanks for you: your husband, slumped in a chair with his legs spread and his cock weeping. Teeth sinking into his bottom lip and he swallows down a moan. His long fingers that shouldn’t render you speechless whenever you fantasise about them inside of you or wrapped around you like your favourite necklace but yet always manage to do so, wrapped tight around his dick as he strokes himself. You can’t help but whine at the thought of him getting himself off to the sight of you masturbating. 

“You look so good like this baby, love watching you come undone.” 

A strangled noise escapes your throat, your orgasm approaching quickly. It feels like a rubber band being pulled taught in your body, getting wound up so tight that you fear you’d fall to pieces once it snaps. 

“I’m-.. Fuck… Please Mats, please please please please,” you beg, teetering dangerously close on the edge.

His strained yes is all you need to cry out as that band finally snaps. Through the haze of your orgasm, you can hear Mats groan as he follows you over the edge. You slump against the couch, swallowing hard as you try to get your breathing back under control, feeling your orgasm drip out of you. Leaning forward, you pick up your phone and slide down onto the floor so you can lie down. It’s not the most comfortable surface, but the cool wooden floor feels nice against your flushed skin. 

“Love seeing you like this, sweetheart. So relaxed and cum drunk,” Mats murmurs, smiling lovingly at you. You smile back at him, listening to his sweet nothings as you slowly return back into your body.

“I miss you,” you eventually whisper, moving to sit back up. The muscles in your thighs and back are protesting at the change in position. You pick up your discarded t-shirt and pull it back on, not bothering with your underwear. 

“Miss you too, darling. I’m flying home tomorrow.” 

“Text me the details and I’ll come pick you up,” you say. Mats smiles and nods.

“Love you so much, my love.” 

“Love you too,” you murmur, and blow him kisses until he hangs up in order to get ready for the wedding of one of his friends. Dropping your phone on the coffee table, you pick yourself up off the floor. On unsteady legs, you manage to make it to the bathroom to take a cold shower. Your holidays don’t start until Mats returns from Ibiza, you couldn’t get this week off from work otherwise you would have been there with him. The two of you have plans to go to Paris for a few days, but you have a feeling neither of you will see much more of the city than the view from your hotel room balcony –and truth be told, you can’t wait. 

Honest to god, this man is such a slut and his thirst traps on his stories will truly be the cause of my demise. Y'all have @kostasstsimikass to thank for feeding the brain rot that lead to this fic

This was one of those fics where the imposter syndrome hit hard. I'm still not sure whether it's good. And I know it doesn't- I don't have to write Pulitzer price worthy fanfic, logically speaking I know that. And yet sometimes the doubt creeps in and I end up here. Not even knowing how to fix something that probably doesn't even need fixing. Anyway, if you've made it this far, thank you. Know that your support means the world to us writers🧡

[josdelusions]

please NSFW alphabet of haaland<3 love from Galicia, your writing is amazing

NSFW alphabet

[Thanks for asking, hope you like it]

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Erling Haaland

A = Aftercare (how they look after sex)

He likes to see you dressed in his shirt. Usually he doesn't talk much after sex, but in return he is very affectionate, especially when he gets heavier that night. He likes to give you some gentle kisses while you're lying in bed and he likes you to sleep with your back to him so he can smell you and feel your warmth.

B = Body part (your favorite body part and also your partner's)

He likes your ass a lot. When you go to pick something up from the floor or squat down to do something he can't resist and always checks out or even he comes up behind you and gives her a squeeze when you're cooking. During sex he likes to spank her and squeeze her hard with his big strong hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He usually takes a long time to come, but when you don't see each other for a while he comes quickly due to the accumulated horny. He likes to come in different places, depending on the position, he likes to come on your ass when your back is turned for him, on your belly when he's facing you, in your mouth after you give him an oral and inside you when you're hitting hard and hard.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He dreams of being woken up by you with an oral and also of tying your hands so that he can feel a sense of total control and power over you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they are doing?)

Despite being very young, he already had some experiences, but not many. However, he likes to give you a lot of pleasure and he knows very well how to do it. Generally everything he does and the intensity he does pleases you a lot.

F = Favorite Position (it goes without saying)

He likes your ass a lot and he loves it when you rub each other in some way. So he loves to fuck you with your back against the wall so he can grab your waist and bump his hips against yours. He also likes it when you sit across from him, he loves holding your boobs when you sit on him and he loves holding your waist and moving you around as you press against his cock.

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's not the least bit funny or goofy during sex. He takes on a masculine, horny, lust-filled posture when you're making love. His eyes grow darker and he lets go of any shyness.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is very careful with himself, but likes to let some hair grow in his crotch, but nothing too big that it doesn't get in the way.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He values ​​foreplay a lot, he likes to touch your body and talk about how hot you are and how much he wants you in his ear. He also likes to take your hand and place it on his dick so you can feel how much he wants you. He likes to kiss and suck all over your body until he makes sure you're really wet and excited too.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

When you're away from each other and he likes to facetime or call you to ease the heat a bit. But when he's in a time zone very different from yours and he knows you can't help him with that he prefers to relieve himself by thinking about you two having sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He likes to bite and suck on your neck and thighs until he leaves a few marks. He loves to wake up and see the tracks he left and he also loves to kiss the marks.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes his privacy. So his room or yours are his favorite places.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He goes crazy when he sees you with the shirt with his name on it and also when you sit on his lap or wear a sexier outfit, especially when you wear a shirt at home without a bra that leaves your nipples showing.

N = NO (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

No sharing. He loves the idea of ​​having you all to himself and vice versa.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to receive, but he loves the taste of you and enjoys watching you beg for his big, deft ones.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes to start slow until you ask him to go faster and harder. But when he's mad because he lost he skips the slow part and goes hard.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He usually doesn't like it. He prefers to take it easy, explore his body and do several rounds

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He prefers not to risk it, but if he wants to try something new he always talks to you first. However, he likes to continue what he already knows.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He likes several rounds and you always have to be prepared, because he also likes to do it several times a day on his days off. That's why the good thing about dating an athlete, he always has breath for one more time.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nope. He likes to be your only toy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease you a lot, mostly talking dirty in your ear, touching places he knows you like and pulling you by the waist. He likes to make you ask for more, to go harder and deeper whether it's stroking him in your wet entrance or telling you what he plans to do to you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He likes to moan and say bad words especially when it's more intense, he likes to let you know that you're giving him a lot of pleasure, so he's not ashamed to talk, moan and curse.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves the fact that you are a foreigner and he loves the fact that you are not very sexually experienced so he can be first in many things. He also finds it very sexy that you work/study, he really values ​​and admires the fact of you being smart and hardworking.

X = X-Ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

He's big. Nothing scary, but he's a satisfying size and girth that's more than enough to go deep enough to make you come.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Really loud. He's pretty young and he's really hot on you. He is literally obsessed with you and you make him want sex easily, not only because of your body, but even the way you turn him on. He really looks up to you and makes him feel so lucky to have a hot and amazing girlfriend, so it's not hard to make him want you.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes you a while to fall asleep after sex. He likes to kiss you and stroke your hair until you sleep peacefully in his arms.

[pavardscherie]

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

— it's the yellow-black, julian brandt

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

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

⤷ requests are open.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i love you too, sweetheart."

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[swayziiwriter]

Goal scorer | Jude Bellingham

summary: Jude puts on an extravagant performance in the World Cup with England prompting you to wanna treat him like the winner he is.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

"Bellingham puts it in the back of the net and England is up another goal" the announcer chanted as the stadium roared. England was owning the World Cup, Jude your boyfriend was front and center representing England. You let out a cheer of your own, before hugging

Jude's brother Jobe out of excitement.

You knew this was always a dream for Jude, to play in the World Cup.

Being able to come to Qatar to cheer him on was an absolute dream.

England was now up two nothing, and the crowds were as excited as ever. You knew just how good of a mood Jude would be in tonight, which left you with an idea on how you could show him how proud of him you truly are.

•

You made your way down to the England locker room in search of your boyfriend who was celebrating

Englands win. You finally entered the locker room immediately greeted by Jude, he lifted you up into the air before giving you a long kiss. "I'm so proud of you" I sang as Jude gave me the brightest smile, "I love you, you know that" Jude replied. "You better, I came all the way to Qatar for you" you laughed out as he playfully shoved you.

You grabbed Jude's hand and pulled him to the side so your conversation couldn't be over heard by the others.

"Tonight I'm going to show you just how proud of you I am" I whispered into his ear before leaving a sloppy kiss on his neck, a throaty moan leaving Jude's mouth as I did. "I've been thinking about all the things I would do to you as I wore this" you said pointing to your England jersey that read "Bellingham" at the back. ©

Jude licked his lips in an attempt to stifle a moan as you brushed your hand over his now semi hard cock.

"You're going to be the death of me y/n" Jude whispered back looking behind him to make sure no one else could hear your dirty exchange.

"We'll just have to see about that won't we Jude?" You replied back smiling, you gave him one last kiss before walking away to congratulate the other players on Englands win.

You returned back to your hotel room, mind running wild thinking of just how good Jude is going to make you feel tonight. And just how good your going to make him feel, everything was perfect.

You slipped off your clothes leaving you only in your panties and bra which wouldn't suffice for what you wanted to give Jude tonight. Instead you changed into Jude's favourite set, a two piece lacy black bra and thong. You slipped your Bellingham jersey back on making sure it didn't cover much before deciding to call up Jude and find out where he was.

Just as you went to pick out his name from your contacts list there was a knock at the door. Unsure if it was Jude you called out asking who it was, "the love of your life" a voice shouted back. You rolled your eyes as you went up to the door,

butterfly's filled your stomach as you were faced with Jude. "Hey" you breathed, "hey" he said back before pushing you back into the room slamming the door behind him, locking it.

Jude was quick to have you against him, lips clashing with both of you needing to be closer to each other.

"To much clothes" you said as you brought Jude's England shirt up his body, before working on his belt.

"Someone's inpatient" Jude mocked as you rushed to get his pants off as fast as possible. You nodded as you finally slipped his pants off of him leaving him only in his boxers.

Jude took your face and re connected your lips, moaning into it as he grinded his hard cock into you.

Jude pushed you into the bed as you toyed with his boxer strap. You moved to the side of the bed motioning for Jude to flip over so you could be on top. You climbed back onto Jude jersey still on.

"I think it's time to get this off" Jude said reaching up to the edge of the fabric slowly inching it up until it slipped off your body. Jude laid back down as you leaned down to start making out with him, bodies pressed together. You could feel Jude's hands inching up your back to your bra as he swiftly unclipped it, leaving open mouthed kisses all over your breasts.

"Jude" you moaned out in an attempt to get his attention, "yea" he softly replied leaning back into the pillows. "Tonight's about you, so let me" you reached down to pull of his boxers before continuing. "Let me make you feel good" you said before leaving a trail of kisses from his jaw down his abs making sure to trace them with your hands.

Finally coming down to his throbbing hard cock you took it in your hands and started pumping him. Jude let out a grunt as you spread the pre cum leaking from his dick around his tip. You looked up at Jude as you finally took him into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down making sure your tongue ran up and down at a face pace.

"So good y/n" "So fucking good"

Jude moaned out as he brought his hands up to your hair getting closer to his climax as his dick started to twitch in your mouth. You started deep throating his cock as his moans got louder, you pumped what you couldn't fit in your mouth. As he inched closer to his high.

"I'm close" Jude moaned out as his breathing started to speed up, beads of sweat appearing on his perfectly chiseled face. You moaned on his dick and it sent him off the edge, he cummed into your mouth and you swallowed every last drop.

You left his cock with a "pop" as a string of cum still connected your mouth to his cock. You wiped the cum that was on your face away as you leaned back into Jude kissing him fiercely. "You taste so good" you said breathless between kisses. He smirked up at you before his hands travelled down to your ass gripping it harshly before slipping off your lacy thong that was left.

"Ride me" Jude demanded as he brought me closer it I his lap, my dripping pussy now on top of his hard cock. You grabbed his cock into your hands lining it up with your core before sinking down until you were fully bottomed out. You let out a moan and the feeling of Jude, you felt so full, so warm, so safe in his care.

You lifted yourself up until his tip was left before going back down with a moan at contact. You continued as you found your pace while Jude started to thirst up into you hard. "Oh fuck" you moaned out as Jude hit you from beneath, you were screaming his name at this point not caring if the walls of the hotel were thin it was too good.

"Who's pussy is this?" Jude asked as we continued to speed up our moves. I didn't reply, not being able to form a proper sentence only a loud moan coming out of my mouth.

"Say it" Jude yelled as he grabbed my hips stopping all movement.

"You it's all yours, Jude it's all yours" "please don't stop" you begged before he harshly started bouncing you up and down on him.

A familiar knot formed in your stomach, you were close to your high. Your pussy was perfectly wrapped around his cock as you praised his actions.

Jude slid his thumb down to your clit as he started rubbing circles around it. "Cum on my dick" "come on, cum for me baby" Jude grunted as you came undone.

Shaking, your legs thrashing as he continued to pound up into you. You eyes rolled to the back of your head as you rode out you high focusing on how good he was fucking you.

Jude came soon after with a loud chant of your name. "I really do love you" Jude said breathlessly as you climbed off him, "I love you more Jude" you replied bringing him into an embrace.

[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.

Jule Who Need In Goes April's House See Your Meet Brandt's Girlfriend Name April O'Neil My Best Friend Kimmich's Sister And Donnie's Wife That Sweetest Adorable Is Lovely Has A Teenager Little Princess From Scotland Home Of Edinburgh The Capital City in Nations Europe Of Ally Loyal Sewer Turtle Human

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!!!

[mchlgayser]

Hey babe. If you takin' requests, please write a long one for jude bellingham where the reader is comforting him after loosing a league or sum like that. Thanks. ❤️

𓂃⭑ᜊ: BAD DAY ft jude bellingham

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: HELLO! Icl but I don't know whether I'm capable on writing long but I'll try my best just for you (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑). I hope you enjoy babes xx

𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: none

The start of the match was going smoothly, they were leading with 2-0, everyone is beyond happy, you, friends, families, the players. Everyone is on cloud nine, they are winning, it was nearing the end so they are 99% sure they'll win but why? Why is the opposite team catching up with one penalty kick and one corner kick, why are there suddenly catching up and put an absolute end to their euphoria? The match ended with BVB losing by one goal, the other team are catching up in the last fifteen minute with three goals.

You saw it. Jude's crumbling, he's sorrow. This a not what he's expecting, definitely not this. He was beyond prepared for the match so he was certain he could win. But no. He lost.

You watch him, sharing his grief, your eyes welling up with tears, your nose flaring as your chest heaves up and down aggressively. You are sad as it was, you can't imagine how he must be feeling right now, devastated perhaps.

You leave the stadium and marched to the locker room seeing the players coming out from the tunnel, you turn your head all around to find your beloved, he finally comes out, head down in shame.

You were practically running off to him and flew to his side, he was shocked but soon relaxed realizing that it was just you. 'Oh hey,' He huffs in pure disappointment 'Can't believe you came to watch just to saw how bad I fucked up' You attached yourself to him 'Aw come on, you guys did your best, you did your best. I am so proud of you Judy!' You said, palms to his cheeks and rubbing them over your thumbs. He leaned over your touch, and for a moment he forgot about the match 'We should go!' He said, hand in yours before he drags you inside the locker room so he can change.

After he was done, you both exited the place to his car 'I drive okay? You can rest if you want, you needed it anyway.' He was staring at you before he bops 'Alright, thanks.' He made his way to the passenger seat whilst you were in the driver's seat.

The drive home is quiet but not uncomfortably, it was a calming silence, both you nor he exchanged words but the presence is enough.

It was a fifteen minutes ride until you made to your apartment. Jude smile at you and left the car, haven't spoken since. You locked the car seeing him already treading inside. You get inside already hearing the shower running. You place your stuff to the table and walk to where he was.

Knocking on the door, you called out for him 'Jude can I come in?' The shower tap closed, he was silent but so were you. You are not trying to interrupt him but you wanted to help.

'Yes?' He was trying his best to stay calm but his voice betrayed him, it croaks at the end and you are sure he is crying, you twist the knob seeing him inside the tub. His head over your form 'Jude?' The silence in the room made it visible for you to hear his muffle sniffling.

You inched closer to him, crouching near the tub and hand over his shoulder, his body flinches at your cold sudden touch 'Look at me...' You assure, he was having a hard time and you aware.

Alas, he turn over, and you examined his stained-tear face, eyes red and almost protruding, 'Aw love!' You grab his face, one hand on his cheek and the other at the back of his neck caressing it soothingly 'Don't cry, don't feel bad. You gonna make me cry love,' You frown at him, wiping his tears that are welling up again, you take his half-wet frame to you, and head on your chest 'You know what, cry. Cry all you want, let it all out.' You reassured, he drape arms over your midsection, head burying on your stomach 'I was so ready! I wanted to win! I wanted to make you proud and I failed, terribly!' You pat his back multiple times in a comforting manner 'You still make me proud Jude, doesn't matter win or lose, I'm still proud because I know you put your bestest.'

You finally broke off the hug, eyes came into contact with his 'Now come, let's get you a bath!' You helped him put the shampoo and help him bathe though you know he probably didn't even need it. You get the small tower draping over his head and drying it clean 'There!' He looks up at you, hand over your forearm to bring you closer 'Kiss?' He voiced out, you let a small breathy chuckle and went to peck his lip 'I hope you feel better?' He hums getting up and getting a towel 'I'm gonna get your clothes ready right?' He nods watching you leave the bathroom.

You readied him a pair of black cotton shirts and short sweatpants, Jude came out asking for his clothes, you passed them to him and left the room to let him get ready. While he did that, you take the opportunity to prepare some stuff to ease his tension.

You got a facial mask along with the face roller and a few other stuff 'Babe what's the occasion?' He said wiping his eyes with his hand and a yawn following after 'Come, you can rest while I work on your face for you!' He had a confused face written all over him but still walk over you.

He laid down, you place a pillow over your lap and he laid n top of it. 'What are we doing love?' He questioned, eyes up to your face 'Just a facial, it'll help you relax!' You suggested, he hums adjusting his laying body position and closing his eyes, you first do some of the clay mask things, and spread it over his face, it was sandy and green too, you take two slices of cucumber and top it on his eyes 'The mask is making my face uncomfortable!' He admitted, electing a small giggle out of his mouth, you join him in 'You have to deal with it for the next fifteen minutes Judy!' You said it in a singsong technique which makes him snort 'Yeah, a nap doesn't sound so bad innit?' You peck his head massaging his scalp with your hands 'I know you still feel bad about the match, but I won't bother saying 'I understand how you feel' cus I don't. I am not as passionate as you about football but I do get that you've tried hard. You did your best, surpassing your limit with endless practice. I don't want you to feel so depressed about it, you got a long way in front of you. You can get sad when you think about it but I don't want those to cloud your mind all the time, alright?'

His hands that are crossed over his chest are now on both of your forearms, clutched onto it making you whine slightly 'It hurts!' He caressed it and smile through the mask 'Sorry love, just got... Nevermind. Come closer.' You did as he said gladly and smile 'Yes sir Bellingham?' His pearly whites show as he grins out you, he puckers his lip at you to kiss.

It was a while and the facial time finally comes to an end, Jude applied some moisturizer to his face just like you instructed while you watch through the mirror, just done charging your phone.

'It's cooling innit?' You turn around and jump on the bed, head on the pillow, head turning to look at him and smile lazily 'Are we sleeping now?' He bops, applying some more to his face with a satisfied sigh and you laugh 'You might as well pour the whole bottle to your face!' He scoff at your sarcastic remark but put the bottle on the nightstand table.

'Thanks, I guess?' He laid down facing you with one hand propping under his head 'What for?' You mirrored his actions to which he chortled at 'Today. You helped me a bunch, in a way you realize and in a way you don't, so I'm thanking you.' You cup one hand over his cheek, gently stroking it 'You don't have to thank me, it is my part to take care of you and be there for you on your bad days. I'm thankful to you for being the best boyfriend any person could ever ask for!' He scoots closer placing one hand over your hip 'Can I kiss you?' You melted, the way he's still asking for consent even after years of being together 'You know you can!' You joked, he chuckles inching his face closer to yours, capturing your lip for a lovely kiss, a kiss he poured every burden that is standing on his shoulders

A kiss that made him fall in love with you all over again.

[ihrthyukas]

🖤 bandom rp request!! 🖤

I have been on a role of emo 2000’s bands lately once again .. ! and id love to find some 18+ roleplay partners to do it with😭!

hi! my names kel & I am 19. I have roleplay experience of 6+ years and I am semi-lit to advanced but I prefer long responses. I also roleplay via discord so if you are interested just drop your discord in pms! <3

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Bands I’d wanna roleplay from:

MCR (I usually play gerard, mikey & frank)

FOB (Pete or Patrick)

PTV (Vic)

SWS (Kellin)

The Used (I usually love doing gerbert )

ETF (Max Greene)

BVB (andy)

P!ATD (ryan)

(I have been really into trying vic or kellin😭 so any ship with anyone would be great! Or even kellic-)

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Next to the bands is who I play, I usually enjoy doing cross band roleplay where one member is from another band and the other is too we could even do warp tour type plots!! If you are interested please pm or comment on this post so I can see!

[percervall]

ever our lives entwined (I'll be yours and you'll be mine)

Player: Mats Hummels Words: 3213 Warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), face sitting, p in v, unprotected sex, cockwarming (if you squint), mentions of sexism, porn w/feelings?? I guess?? A/N: This fic has been brewing since idk November?? December?? Funnily enough it took getting covid and yelling about this fic idea to @kostasstsimikass and @emilielfc for the pieces to fall into place

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Pulling the car door closed a little more forcefully than necessary, you buckle your seat belt and cross your arms across your chest. Anger was prickling under your skin, like an itch you can’t scratch. Mats looks at you, both puzzled and taken aback. Every question he asks you is met with short, mono-syllabic answers and you refuse to look at him. You can hear the gears turning in his head as he mulls over what happened in the showroom of the kitchen specialist. Logically speaking, you know Mats was only trying to do the right thing, but the way he went about dealing with that sleaze of a salesman made your blood boil. You had been willing to grin and bear it, suffer through thinly veiled sexism to get those new appliances, but of course your husband had left his brain at home that morning. 

You head straight into the kitchen after Mats parked the car in the garage. You hear the kitchen door click shut and the jangle of keys as he drops them in the bowl on the island. Pouring yourself a glass of water, you try your hardest to ignore him as the anger courses through your body. You know he normally loves seeing you this worked up –he’s told you so on many occasions as you made out in stadium corridors after you had ranted about how unfair the referee had been or how that player should’ve at least gotten yellow for that challenge. 

“Schatzi-...” he starts, but you don’t allow him to finish that sentence as you turn around to look at him. You can feel the hardness of your stare and you see him gulp as your eyes meet his.

“You stupid, stupid man,” you say calmly, but your words are laced with enough venom to kill an army. Mats stands rooted to the spot, incredulity across his face. 

“Me? What the hell did I do?” You put your glass down a little harder than necessary and he flinches at the sound.

“What did you-.. You put your foot in that big mouth of yours, is what you did. Why did you have to go and play knight in shining armour?” You can see him visibly bristle at your accusation, annoyance flashing in his eyes.

“He was insulting your intelligence! ‘Oh look at this, extra special functions for the modern housewife har-har’,” he mocks as he rounds the island. 

“I was well aware that he was using sexist stereotypes as a sales pitch, thank you very much. Who insulted whose intelligence now? I was this close to getting us that oven upgrade with a steamer function for a fraction of the original price,” you retort, holding your fingers a hair’s breadth apart. Whatever Mats is planning on saying in return dies on his lips at your admission. Instead he stares at you dumbfounded. 

“Yes Mats, I was playing him like a fiddle and it was working until you opened your mouth,” you say, a sardonic smile tugging at your lips, “Guess you just enjoy spending over a grand on an oven because we are getting that one.” The tone of your voice leaves no room for argument. You can see the irritation drain out of him, shoulders slumping as it dawns on him just what he has done; he had undermined your intelligence just as much as the salesman had done, but it was worse because he knows just how clever you are, how quick witted. 

He moves closer, taking your hand in his.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I should’ve known better,” he says quietly, eyes trained on you. You sigh, feeling the last of the anger dissolve. 

“How can I make it up to you?” he murmurs, pulling you closer. You look up at him, a wicked glint in your eyes replacing the fury.

“Your big mouth got you into this mess, I’m sure you’re smart enough to figure out a way to get out of it,” you say with a teasing tone as your hands come to rest on his pectoral muscles. Mats tilts your face up, pressing his lips against yours. Your hands move higher, tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck as he angles your face to deepen the kiss. Mats lets his hands wander down your sides to the backs of your thighs before lifting you up. You’re quick to wrap your legs around him as he walks the two of you into the living room. 

Mats sits down on the couch with you now in his lap as his hands curve around your hips to rest on your ass. 

“Although I hate being the object of your anger, it never fails to turn me on,” he murmurs in the space between your lips when he breaks the kiss.

“I can tell baby,” you all but purr, rocking your hips against him, making his breath catch in his throat. 

“I think I know how to make it up to you,” he says, voice rough as lust clouds his thoughts when you keep grinding against him. His fingers grab hold of your hips, lifting you off his crotch. He asks you to stand up, his hands moving to unbutton your jeans, sliding them down your legs and helping you step out of them. Mats slides down the couch and sits on the floor, hand outstretched. 

“Sit on my face, sweetheart,” he all but whispers as he pulls you closer. You hesitate a moment, feeling your cheeks heat up in both anticipation and something like shame.

“Wh-what?” you stammer, not sure whether you heard him correctly.

“Sit on my face. Let me make it up to you. As you said, my big, stupid mouth got me in trouble, only fair I put it to good use now,” he explains, rubbing slow circles over your wrist. 

While his request takes you by surprise, you would be lying if you said you never fantasised about it. Especially every time his lips would quirk up in a smile, laughter lines in place. You try to push those thoughts back down as you look down at him, back resting against the couch, legs spread to undoubtedly accommodate his erection. 

“Mats, I-I don’t.. What if you suffocate?” 

Mats chuckles at that.

“Schatzi, let me worry about that,” he says, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist before he pulls your panties down and helps you kneel on the couch. You rest your hands on the back, looking down at your husband whose face is now inches away from you. Even though the sight of his brown eyes glittering with sheer want for you is empowering, you’re still not entirely convinced that this is a good idea.

“Sweetheart, out of all the times I’ve gone down on you, how often did that end with me suffocating?” 

You have to admit that he has you there. “Well, none but-..” 

“Exactly,” he interrupts, “Besides, if I’m not at least panting by the end of it we didn’t do it right. If I need to come up for air, I’ll tap your thigh twice okay?” 

You nod but you’re still hesitant, worried about all the ways this could go to shit. 

“Just wanna make you feel good baby,” Mats murmurs, stroking a hand down your thigh as he presses a kiss to the inside of your leg, just above your knee. 

“My smart, sexy wife… Using the patriarchy in her favour. God, I love you,” he says, sounding almost reverent despite the fact he is about to do the most sinful things to you. As you tighten your grip on the couch cushions, you look down once more, biting back a whimper at the sight of him buried between your legs while he kisses your thighs. His fingers dig into your skin as he pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to the most intimate part of you, making you suck in a breath at the contact. His tongue darts out, slowly, so agonisingly slow, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit. Your eyes flutter closed as your fingers dig into the cushions and you try to widen your stance. Mats hums appreciatively, moving back to your entrance. He keeps this up until you feel your body relax into his touch. Mats’ fingers are still firmly wrapped around your thighs as his tongue slowly dips into you. You can’t stop the strangled noise that comes out of your throat as he licks into you, trying to find that spot he knows will have you whimpering in seconds. Mats pulls out, moving his lips to your clit, sucking it into his mouth as he flicks his tongue over it. A slow heat climbs itself up your spine and you can feel your arousal start to wet the apex of your thighs. Mats moans, the vibrations against your clit stealing the breath from your lungs. 

It doesn’t take long for your body to get a mind of its own as he keeps fucking you with his tongue. Your hips undulate against his face as a hand fists his curls. You are pretty much riding his tongue by this point and all coherent thoughts have left you as pleasure zaps through you. Leaning back slightly, you manage to pull your hoodie off, feeling too hot all of a sudden. Mats holds your cunt against him in this angle, groaning as his tongue dips into you, and his nose brushes against your clit. The added stimulation against that sensitive bud in combination with the scrape of his beard against your inner thighs has you reduced to a whimpering mess. Your eyes are closed as you chase your high, using him to get what you need. You can feel it building in the pit of your stomach, like a cord that’s being pulled tighter and tighter until you don’t think you can take much more.

“Mats-.. Oh fuck.. Need-.. I’m gonna-…” It’s impossible to form sentences let alone finish them. Mats doesn’t need you to as he redoubles his efforts. He shifts his focus to your clit, sucking it into his mouth as he swirls his tongue around it, the vibrations of his moans only adding to your pleasure. Tightening the hand in his hair, your back arches as that cord finally snaps and you’re coming all over his mouth and chin. Your thighs quiver and the only sound that leaves you is a strangled cry of pleasure. Mats keeps licking and sucking, making appreciative noises as he tastes you. You try to squeeze your thighs shut, the sensations suddenly too much, having forgotten in the haze of lust that your husband is still very much buried between them. As you try to lift yourself off him, you almost fall forward, limbs heavy and uncoordinated. Mats reaches his hands up, encircling your waist as he steadies you. The sentiment fills your heart with so much love that it feels as if you could burst as his whispered affirmations and praise register. This is one of the many reasons you fell head over heels in love with him all those years ago; It’s knowing that despite your stubbornness and fierce sense of self, he will always be there to catch you when you fall.

He guides you up and slides out from underneath you, quick to pull you down. You’re not entirely sure how he manages to manipulate your body in such a way that you end up in his lap, but you’re grateful that he does. You kiss him, the need too strong to ignore as tears burn at the corners of your eyes. He kisses you back, one arm sliding underneath your t-shirt to rest on your back holding you to him as the other hand curves around your jaw to angle your face. Mats bucks into you involuntarily as you rake your nails over his scalp and you can’t help but moan at the feeling of his denim-clad erection pressing into your core. Panting, he breaks the kiss.

“Need you, sweetheart. Need to feel you…” He sounds as desperate as you feel. Raising up on your knees, you pull his sweater up and over. Mats quickly unbuttons his jeans and pushes it past his hips. The angle makes it a little difficult but he manages to get it off, leaving him in just his boxers, which quickly join the pile of clothing scattered through the living room. You reach one hand down, taking hold of his cock and sliding it through your folds to coat it in your wetness before angling him at your entrance. Mats’ hands encircle your ribs, pushing your t-shirt up and your body down onto him. 

“Oh.. Oh fuck,” you whisper at the stretch. The feeling leaves you panting as you slowly move up and down to accommodate him. There’s no way you’re able to take all of him like this and you know that it’ll only end in pain if you keep trying. Leaving just the tip of his cock inside, you lean forward, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

“Be right back,” you whisper and climb up. Mats leans back, arm resting on the couch as he watches you walk away. You dig through a drawer of the built in bookshelves and make a triumphant noise as you find the bottle you were looking for. This is not the first time the two of you hadn’t made it to the bedroom. Mats had quickly learnt that it was easier to keep lube in pretty much every room than to run upstairs to get it. You quickly check the expiration date before turning around. Mats looks up at you, legs spread as he lazily strokes himself, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. There’s a heat, a want that’s simmering in those brown eyes as his thumb sweeps over the weeping head of his cock. The sight of your husband spread out on the living room floor like that –all angles and soft lines on show for you to lust over, has you clenching around nothing and your clit throbbing. Dropping the bottle next to him, you quickly pull off your t-shirt before kneeling down. Mats holds out a hand, letting you squeeze a generous amount onto his palm. He rubs his fingers and thumb together, coating them, and gently slides two through your folds while he holds onto your hip with the other hand. You throw your head back as he curls one long finger into you, digging your nails into his shoulders. It leaves you breathless, eyes fluttering closed.

“I know, I know,” he murmurs against your skin as you whimper when he pulls back. Mats quickly slicks his cock and lines it up with where you’re aching for him. You watch him watch you take all of him as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock. The stretch always catches you off guard, but it soon gives way to waves of pleasure. Mats presses his lips to your sternum, kissing down the valley between your breasts where the lace of your bralette gives way to skin. 

“So good, always so good…” he mutters as you set a rhythm that’s agonisingly slow. You feel each drag of his cock against your walls, the tip curling deliciously against that spot inside you with each roll of your hips. Mats closes his lips around your nipple through the fabric of your bralette, making you clench around him. 

“‘M not gonna last,” he groans, fingers digging into your hips as he desperately tries to hold on while bucking into you. 

“Don’t want you to,” you all but whisper, before he captures your lips in a kiss that leaves your head spinning. You brace yourself on his shoulders, angling your hips just right for him to keep hitting that spot that has you melting into him. His lips attach themselves to your neck as he licks and sucks, surely leaving marks.

“Right there.. Mats, right there, don’t-.. God, don’t stop..” It’s all the encouragement he needs to fuck into you, picking up the pace. It’s anything but graceful at this point, but you don’t care. A fire is building in the pit of your stomach and it’s threatening to consume you whole. You feel his thumb rubbing tight little circles over your already overstimulated clit and you cry out as your orgasm wrecks through you, leaving you clenching around him in waves. Mats groans, muttering his praise into the skin of your clavicle as he follows you over the edge and spills deep inside of you. 

You all but collapse into his arms, your muscles turned to jelly. Mats remains inside of you and you can feel him soften as he holds your body to his. He kisses you tenderly, languidly.

“I’m sorry for doubting you, sweetheart,” he says quietly after breaking the kiss. You brush the curls that are now sticking to his forehead back, a loving smile tugging at your lips.

“All’s forgiven, my love,” you whisper back, kissing him briefly before snuggling into him, head tucked under his chin. Mats runs lazy patterns over your shoulder as the two of you remain cuddled on the floor. You’re not entirely sure how long you stay like that, or when exactly you drifted off, but you jolt awake when you feel him shift underneath you.

“Sorry baby,” Mats pretty much coos, “I didn’t mean to wake you. My ass was going numb.” You chuckle and then shiver as the air hits your cooling skin. 

“Let’s get cleaned up,” he says quietly, kissing your temple. You nod and slowly climb off him, groaning as the muscles in your legs protest at the change. He helps you get back to your feet, handing you your panties. You smile gratefully, knowing you’d rather not spend the next couple of hours removing cum stains from your hardwood floors. Mats keeps hold of your hand as the two of you make it up the stairs and into the bathroom. While he turns the shower on, you quickly use the toilet, trying to clean up as much as you can, throwing your underwear in the laundry basket. Mats holds out his hand once more and you allow him to pull you under the stream of the shower, moaning as the hot water hits your skin. He hugs you with his front pressed against your back, lips pressed against your hair as he murmurs sweet nothings. You allow your eyes to close, soaking up the warmth of the shower and his body, his words. Swallowing around the sudden lump in your throat, you turn around and kiss him, pouring all that you’re feeling and thinking into that kiss. He brushes your hair back from your face and smiles against your lips.

“I love you, sweetheart,” Mats whispers, resting his forehead against yours. You smile, feeling a tear roll down your cheek, almost as if your love for him has no other place to go. He brushes it away with his thumb, and you know he will always be ready to support you in any way you need him too, know he is yours, mind, body, and soul, and you are his.

Tags @football-and-fanfics @kostasstsimikass @lfc21 @nyctophilic0vitnir

welp, can't believe I actually wrote this 🙈 also no one will ever know the search terms used researching this fic. Let's just say I learnt more while writing this than during sex ed. It might not seem out there compared to other fics, but this was uhm an experience for sure

Please let me know what you thought! Your comments/messages are like bread crumbs for the fanfic duckies in my brain

[josdelusions]

Long distance; JB(final)

Warning: Hello everyone, I finally brought the third and LAST PART of Long Distance. I hope you like it!

Remembering that English is not my first language, so sorry for the mistakes. It's also worth remembering that I'm not a professional author and this is just for fun, so be kind.

Based on November 9th chapter five by Colleen Hoover.

YN POV

I was desolate, bitter, lonely, sad, tired and all the bad adjectives possible. As you can tell, I'm not over Jude and I'm still reeling from the end of our relationship, even after a month.

It took a month of going over all the details of that fateful day before he concluded that I was unhappy with our “distance” relationship. But I wasn't unhappy at all, of course the feeling hurt and I made her cry several times, but it's something I managed to "deal with" and I got over it after he came home and we forgot that such longing ever existed.

All those days were a daily struggle, a lion to win and today I'm better and I can carry out my activities without wanting to do something that ruins my image as an independent woman who values ​​herself. But when I was at my worst, I almost bought a ticket to Dortmund online, I almost called his number drunk and sober, and I even tried calling Denise. However, I have amazing friends who were kind enough to change my number and delete all contact I could have had with Jude, even my personal email. At first I was against it, but I think it was better that way, he must have gotten over me by now and maybe all of this was just an excuse to dump me and find someone hotter than me.

Right now I'm at a club in London listening to a guy named Nicholas whose nature is dubious telling me about a hunt he went on in the highlands. In short, I want to ask the bartender for a very large glass filled with Clorox with a little ice. My friends are with their guys somewhere in this hellhole and I just wanted to get out of this horrible conversation with this guy with sausicha breath. Is it too much to ask?

I turn to the side to try to breathe a little and work up the courage to tell Nicholas to shut up when I hear him speak.

"Who are you and what do you want here, can't you see I'm talking to my girl?"

and the person responds

“Sorry to disturb you, but I'm doing a little field research and I was wondering if you could answer a few questions quickly”

That voice. I would recognize that voice in any hypothesis, even in the very high sound of this ballad. It was HIS voice. The angel sent by Lucifer to make me relapse.

When I turned around, startled, there was Jude looking at me with a cynical smile on his face. My hands are cold, my stomach is crazy and I have a slight urge to want to throw myself into his arms right now.

“Okay, let's go,” replies Nicholas.

"What is your name?" Jude asks

“My name is Nicholas Van Curtsen and this is YN”

“Nice to meet you Nicholas and nice to meet you YN”

Jude speaks as matter-of-factly as ever, looking into my eyes like we never kissed on the lips or had wild sex at his parents' house on Thanksgiving.

“So, are you guys dating?”

“Not yet but I’m working on it”

Nich smiles at me and then looks at Jude with a suspicious look.

“What questions are those? This is too personal”

"Well, I'm studying the probability of soulmates" replies Jude

"Soul mates? Is this school work by any chance? God forbid." Jude raises an eyebrow. 

“You don't believe in soulmates?”

Nicholas wraps his arm around me and leans back in his seat.

"Do you really believe that? Are you saying that you met your soul mate?"

Nicholas looks around the room half-jokingly.

“Is she here with you tonight? What is her name? Cinderella?"

My eyes slowly make the journey to Jude's. He's staring at me, and he places his hand on my thigh under the table and strokes it with his fingertips. Okay, I'm getting hot now.

"She's not here with me," says Jude looking into my eyes.

“Actually, I was dating her, but because of my insecurity I was really stupid and I thought she wasn't happy with our relationship and I broke up with her, can you believe that? So I got on a plane and flew from Dortmund, Germany to London just to talk to her.”

Your words are like ice. Beautiful and sharp as a knife. I swallow the A lump in the throat.

“What girl is worth all that just to talk to her?

Nicholas speaks with a laugh on his face

Jude leans back in his chair, but I'm watching his every move.

"Just this one"

He says quietly, to no one in particular. Or maybe his words were just meant for me.

“You know what, Nicholas? You seem like fun, but I decided to come clean before it's too late. I lied, I'm not doing field research. In fact, I came to London looking for someone and I couldn't find her at home and I couldn't even get her on the phone, so I had to take a taxi and go to one of this person's friends and beg her to tell me where she was. and she took pity on me and told me that the love of my life who, by the way, you're sitting next to her, was here at this club. So please accept my sincere apologies, because she's coming home with me tonight. I hope so. “

Jude shoots me a captivating look.

"Please? Otherwise, this speech makes me look like a complete idiot and it won't be good when we tell our grandchildren about it.”

He holds out his hand for me to take and I just take it. I get up and go with Jude leaving Nicholas screaming at the table.

We run out to the parking lot as soon as we get in your car I start.

“Is it serious that you did all that?”

“Yes YN, I have so much to tell you and I'm sorry for being an asshole and breaking up with you. That day I overheard your conversation with your mother and I thought you weren't happy. I was so stupid and rash ,I apologize and if you accept and forgive me I would like to know if you want to come back with me because, I swear, I can't stand being without you. beg your college dean to transfer you to Germany, but I'll do anything to get you back.”

"Yes Yes Yes.! I want you Jude Bellingham, please stop talking and kiss me as soon as I've waited too long for this.”

End!

[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.