#Jude Bellingham fan fiction

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Dinner with the Bellinghams

Summary:After being in Madrid for a long time, Denise has invited Jude,reader and their kids for Dinner

"Are you happy to be home?" I ask Jude

"Yeah, It's been such a long time"

We're in England, after not being here for such a long time and it's been some  time since the kids have seen their grandparents

"I'm so excited to taste nan's Chicken Roast, it's been such a long time" Alice says

"Or her creamy mashed potatoes" Alicia replies

I turn to Jude and he smiles at me

"Are we there yet?" they both ask

"That's the tenth time you've both asked that" Jude replies

A sigh is heard from behind the both of us

"We're almost there" I reply

we finally arrive and decide to park In the driveway

The minute the car stops Alice attempts to open the door, but stops remembering that it's child locked

"Dad can you please open the door"

"Yeah, yeah I'm coming"

I make my way out the car and walk to Alicia's side and open the door as Jude does the Same for Alice

The minute the doors open the girls race eachother to the front door and wait patiently for the Jude and I too arrive

Jude knocks on the door and after a minute the door opens to reveal Mark

"GRANDAD" the girls scream and tackling his legs

"My gosh look who it is, you've both grown so much, you lot are gonna be as tall as me one day"

The girls giggle and Jude and I step forward to hug Mark, Jude being the first amongst the two of us

"Hi dad, how are you" Jude says as he steps forward for a hug

"I'm good, just happy you guys are here" Mark replies pulling away from the hug and turning towards me

I step forward for a hug

"You've always been my favourite, between you and Jude" he whispers into my ear

I laugh at his comment

"How are you?" I ask

"Good, you know how it is here, a mad house"

"I'm sure it can't be that bad"

He releases a slight chuckle

"You're about to witness it first hand"

I give him a confused look but don't get to ask what he means

"Alright, come in everybody" Mark says and picks the girls up each resting on one arm and we follow behind

"Grandad, do the Magic trick" Alicia says

"What magic trick?"

"The one you always do, c'mon"

He places the girls down and squats to their level

"Alright", he reaches behind Alice's ear and pulls out a sweet(candy)

"Have you been cleaning your ears lately? He asks her

Alice giggles

"Do me next grandad" Alicia says

"Alright"

He reaches behind her ear and pulls out a coin

"My Gosh, I'm quiet certain that you lot have not been cleaning you ears lately"

Both girls giggle and Denise comes down the stairs

"Are those my favourite girls I hear?"

"NANA"

"Hello my Darlings, My goodness you both have grown so much"

"That's what grandad said"

"Well he was right look at you"

I walk towards her and come in for a hug

"Hi Mom, you alright?"

"Yeah, great, you still need to tell me about you know what"

"Oh yeah, I'll tell you much later"

"Ok"

I step away  and Jude steps forward and greets her

After the greetings, Alicia asks a question

"Did you make your chicken roast" Alicia asked

"And your creamy Mashed potatoes?" Alice asked

"Well actually, Your Uncle Jobe made dinner today"

"What?" Jude and I ask

"Yep, he didn't have any help as well"

"Lord have mercy" Jude says

"Oh c'mon I'm sure it won't that bad, right?" I ask

"Yeah, let's be positive, we don't know how it will turn out" Denise says

And in that moment Jobe walks out of the Kitchen and wipes his hands on the apron

"Hello everyone glad we're all here, Dinner is nearly ready" He says dressed like one of those chefs from ratatouille

"What are you wearing" Jude asks

"My chef outfit, it's great right?" Jobe asks

Jude looks at me with a smirk and I hit his bicept

"Be nice" I say

"Fine"

"Ok if you'd all just make your way to the dining room" Jobe says

We Make our way to the dining room, take our seats and patiently wait for Jobe to lay the food on the table

When he finally does we all look at it in horror

"Bon appetit, dig in"

Nobody moves

A sigh is heard next to me coming from Jude

"Guys, dinner is served" Jobe says with a bright smile

"Right, well here we go" I say reaching for the rice

I take a spoon full and place it on my plate

And everybody else follows dishing up for themselves

I turn towards the kids and ask them what the would like to eat

And they both tell me as I place the food on their plates

We say grace and Denise turns to Jobe

"Are you not eating love?" Denise asks Jobe trying to prolong the inevitable

"No I already had something to eat, so that there would be enough food for everyone, if anyone wanted seconds"

"Well isn't that nice of you Jobe" I say

"Thank you, now go on and eat, your food will get cold"

Everyone starts by going for different things on their plate and placing it in their mouths

Alice starts with her piece of chicken, continuously chewing it with  determination and one of her eyebrows raised

I turn to Alicia and see her trying to figure out what she's just put into her mouth, is it rice,mashed potatoes or both

Next I see Denise and Mark exchange looks and open their pastries that are in front of them to reveal a brown looking gravy with what looks like meat

A cough is heard besides me, coming from none other than my Husband

He's picking at his plate with the same facial expression as Alicia trying to figure out if it's mashed pumpkin or is it mashed carrots and why the pasta is in a ball shape

"So guys how is it?"

"Great Jobe I really like the pasta, really unique way of making it, you're gonna need to give me the recipe for this" I say

Jude and the kids look at me with horror, like I've just said the most diabolical thing in the world

"Yeah, the pasties are really delicious, I like the chicken inside it" Denise says

"That's beef" Jobe says

"Oh, well I like it very much, right Mark?" She asks

"Yep, Most definitely, really delicious"

"And you Jude, how's you meal?" Jobe asks

"Uhm, it's, I can't put it into words, it's just so good that I have nothing to say that can describe the taste, I'm speechless"

"Alicia, Alice?" Jobe asks

"Yeah, I really like the chicken uncle Jobe, my favourite, I wish mommy made it like this" Alice says

"Well I'll give her the recipe and you can have it every night"

"My God" Jude mutters under his breath

"Great" she replies with the brightest smile

"Alicia?"

"I love the Mashed potatoes, it's like nana made them" she replies

We all look at him and he looks proud of himself

"I'll go and get dessert, I made it myself"

"Oh wow, just when you think you've seen it all, there's another suprise" Jude says

"Oh there will be plenty more surprises" Jobe replies and goes to the kitchen

For a moment it's quiet, until Alice taps my arm

"Mom, what's this?" She whispers pointing to her plate

"I don't know love, I'm just as confused"

The silence resumes again, I look out the window and see Charlie the Family Dog watching us from the outside

I turn to Jude and he looks at me and I nod my head towards Charle whose outside and Jude understands

"Alright everyone hand me your plates" Jude says

"Why?"

"Just do it quickly, c'mon hurry up" he says while taking everyone's plate

"Jude what are you about to do" Denise asks

"Has anyone fed Charlie today?"

"No not yet, why"

"Well he's about to get his first meal" Jude says

And quickly Walks out the house through the front door and puts the food into Charlie's doggy bowl

He quickly walks back into the house and hands everyone their plates back and sits back down

"This doesn't feel right to do" Mark says

"The hospital is not too far away dad, do you feel like going to visit today?" Jude asks

"No, I don't"

"Alright everybody, here we are ... crepes" Jobe says

"Now mind you they are store bought so please don't kill me, Plan A Failed, it was suppose to be a trifle"

"Oh, no Jobe sorry, we know how you were looking forward to it, don't worry it's the fact that you made an effort, that what counts" Denise says

"Thanks mom let's dig in shall we?"

"Certainly"

We eat the crepes in silence until Jobe looks at our previous plates from his meal that he prepared

"You guys must have been pretty Hungry, you cleared the plates" he says

"Yeah, the meal was really divine, to say the least" I reply and everyone agrees by nodding their heads

After having dessert we all take time to relax, spending Family time and catching up on the recent events of what has been happening in our lives

"So, what did you do after she went around saying you were sleeping with the boss" Denise asks as we're now sat on the sofa she's referring to the thing I promised I'd tell her later

"I reported her, she had no right, I earned that position fair and square she had no right to sabotage me" I reply

"And where is she now?"

"Fired, they found our she was actually stealing sums of money from the firm"

"What?"

"Yeah"

"Babe, I think it's time to go home, the girls are asleep" Jude says holding each child with one arm as they use each of his shoulders as their pillows

"Alright then I'll grab my coat" I say standing up from the sofa and walking to where my coat is

"Wait, you forgot the recipes" Jobe says

I hadn't forgotten I was just hoping he did though

"Oh snap, yeah hand them over"

"Here I've already written them down for you" he says handing me 2 A5 papers

"My goodness how thoughtful of you"

"It's not a problem, really"

"Alright everyone we're on our way,thank you so much for dinner Jobe"

"No problem, it was my pleasure, do you guys want a takeaway, before you go?"

"No thank you Jobe we're quiet stuffed"

"Alright"

We way our goodbyes and drive to the home we have in England

"Hand them over"

"What?"

"The recipes"

I hand them over to him and he throws them in the bin

"Jude"

"What, we both know you weren't going to make them, they would've probably just ended up in the bin"

"Yeah but what if I actually wanted to try the recipes"

"Don't play around like that babe"

I laugh and take one of the girls from him and we walk upstairs and tuck them in their beds

"They really knew what to say, didn't they?"

"It actually concerns me how good they are at lying on the spot, what happens when they're older?"

"I don't know really, i guess we'll cross that bridge when we get there"

"Yeah, I guess"

[judeloverr]

morning cuddles with jude pls🙏🏽🙏🏽i love your fics sm

cuddles- jude bellingham

summary: morning cuddles with jude

pairings: jude bellingham x reader

warnings: fluff word count: 0.9k

“turn it off” jude grumbled under his breath, eyes still closed and half asleep while he nussled his head more into your neck. once reaching for your phone you pressed the button to turn the annoying alarm off. you forgot turn it off last night knowing you weren’t going anywhere and jude’s training cancelled due to the storm weather which created a lot of flooding.

the alarm stopped, silence filling the room. the soft patter of rain hitting the windows is the only thing heard. you moved back into jude’s embrace, his hands finding the familiar and comfortable position on your waist. your head leaning on his bicep allows you to put your hand on his lower arm, you scratching his skin softly with your acrylic nails.

“mhm, that tickles” you can feel jude’s smile against your neck, voice muffled by your skin and he pressed a light kiss below your ear, his lips moving up to press a feathering kiss against your cheek lovingly. “i’m so glad training got cancelled, can’t be bothered to get up”

“mhm, same just want to be with you all day” jude’s fingers traced shapes along your hip, your love language to each other has always been touch, he loves to be touching you somewhere if it’s your hands, waist or shoulders.

you turn your body so you are facing jude, his arm still under your head and his hand on your waist, he moves his hand to your back pulling you closer so your chest his pressed fully against his bare one.

shifting up so your head is aligning with his on the pillow, jude’s eyes are still closed, his relaxed face indicating he was falling out and into sleep. you hand goes to the back of his head scratching his scalp lighting, your hands lowering down to his back, nails against bare skin, jude shivers lightly, his hands squeezing your waist lightly.

you watch as his eyes open slowly, still puffy from sleep, looking at you tenderly as your hand goes to his cheek to rub his skin lightly under his eye. a small smiles appearing on his face when he looks at you, making your stomach all giddy.

his hands reaches from your waist to your head and pushes your hair behind your ear, his lips lean down and kisses gently on your forehead.

“i need to move, i’m getting cramp in my arm” jude urges your head to get up, you lift it a little allowing him to retrieve his arm. jude proceeds to move position, untangling your legs so he can be flat on his back. “c’mere” he whispers, grabbing your arm softly and pulling you to lie on his chest, your leg going over his center. your head goes on his bare chest and his arm falls of your lower back, under your shirt.

a comfortable silence fills the room while you trace the pads of your finger tips slowly over his abs on his stomach.

right now is one your favourite parts of the day, you can have each other to yourself and know knowone interrupts you.

jude’s other hand goes to your thigh which is over his centre and lays his hands there squeezing the skin every once in a while. you dig your head into his neck and begin to place light kisses over his skin. his breathing hitches very quietly when you nip at his ear lope. jude’s stomach feels like there a butterfly’s moving around quickly whenever you begin to kiss his neck.

jude feels warmth spread over his body when you gravitate towards his jaw, knowing purposely that you aren’t going to kiss the one place he wants you too. “you not gonna give me a kiss?” your kiss on his jaw lingers for a couple of seconds.

your actions pause at his whiny statement, you grin, putting your finger on his jaw, moving his face to the side so it’s facing you. jude has a cheeky grin on his face, watching and waiting for a kiss. jude loved to tease you, saying he never got kisses when you felt all you are doing all day is kissing your god damn boyfriend due to his extreme neediness for you.

you lean in a press your lips against his soft and warm mouth, he leans in closer to your face, his eyelashes against your cheek when he moves his mouth against yours, to be tease you move back, noses touching before things can escalate. a groan leaves his throat due to your lack of closeness. “hey” he mumbles.

you press single kisses against his mouth while saying “so” kiss “needy” kiss. when you pull back a blush appears on his cheeks, he digs his face into your neck, breath fanning over your chest, a breathless laughs escapes your mouth, knowing he’s suddenly got all shy.

“only for you”

[marjorie189]

Solo Trip (A Jude Bellingham Imagine) Part 2

Jude Bellingham x Mexican!femreader

It's specifically a Mexican reader but there's cute Jude moments on here I think everyone should have a read at :)

Click here to read Part 1!

contains: social media au & text messages!

wc: 6,571 (in total of pt. 1 & 2)

summary: Y/N goes away on a trip to Mexico much to Jude's dismay!

includes: suggestive content and sexting!

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I don't see much love for us Mexican and Brown girlies on here so I must deliver 🫡 I honestly had SO much fun writing and creating this, I hope you all enjoy it! I really connected to this post and poured out all my love and devotion to it!

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meanwhile y/n and jude oblivious to the whole twitter situation: 

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back to twitter:

video: 

Guy in the photo talking to his friend

Guy in photo: “Ey, ey, ella que no es la novia de jude?” (Hey, hey, isn’t that jude’s girlfriend?) He points out starstruck, pointing at Y/N who was nearby. 

Friend: “¿Parece que sí es?”  (It seems like she is?) His friend replied recognizing her. 

Guy in photo: “Oye le pediré foto?” (Hey, should I ask her for a photo?) He nervously asks. “¡Tal vez me menciona a Jude!” (Maybe she’ll mention me to Jude!)

Friend: “¿estás bien hermano? ¡Tú crees que van a platicar de ti! Ay wey en realidad estas mal” (Are you good bro? You think they’re going to talk about you? Oh dude, you’re so wrong!) 

Guy: “callate! ¡No me arruines mis esperanzas! si hay hasta una pequeña posibilidad de que Jude simplemente escuche de mí por parte de t/n, ¡moriré feliz!” (Shut up! Don’t ruin my hopes! If there’s even a slight chance of Jude hearing of me from Y/N, I’ll die happy!) The boy smiled, determined to go up to Y/N. 

Friend: está bien, vamos (fine, let’s go)

The two boys appeared to walk, on video, towards Y/N. 

They tapped her on her shoulder once they had reached her. She turns around, appearing on camera. 

Y/N smiles kindly at them. 

Guy: Hola perdón por molestarte. Es que soy un gran fan de Jude. ¿Está bien si nos tomemos una foto? (Hey, sorry to bother you. It’s just that I’m a huge fan of Jude. Is it okay if we take a photo?)

Y/N smiled widely at the question. 

Y/N: “¡Claro!” (Of course!)

They both pose for the infamous photo and the friend retrieves it from the video. 

Guy: “Gracias t/n!” Te lo agradezco.” (Thank you Y/N! I appreciate it) The boy expresses. Y/N smiles and nods at the fan. 

Y/N: “¡Por nada! Tengan una bonita noche, que la disfruten!” (You’re welcome! Have a great night guys, enjoy it!) Y/N wishes, ready to part ways. 

Guy: “¡Me saludas a Jude, porfa!” (Say hello to Jude for me, please!) The guy pleads, causing Y/N to giggle at the interaction. 

Y/N: “Cuéntalo hecho!” (Count it as done!) Y/N smiles before walking away. Keeping her promise, later that night mentioning the encounter to Jude. 

Y/N leaves and the friend starts to scold his friend. 

Friend: “No manches! Salistes bien amargado en la foto wey!” (Seriously? You came out so bitter in the photo, dumbass!)

Guy: Es que estaba bien nervioso hermano. O sea es la novia de Jude Bellingham!” (It’s because I was so nervous, bro! I mean it’s Jude Bellingham’s girlfriend!) The boy exclaims to his friend. “¡Cómo crees que me sentia! Estoy por las nubes!”  (How do you think I felt? I’m over the moon!) 

Video ends

Back to Y/N & Jude: 

yourusername

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yourusername en el coleadero y empolvada 🏇 dia seis! (in the coleadero [a horse sports event] and dusty 🏇 day six!) 

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yourmom you look so cute mija (darling)

yourusername thank you mami i love you! 💜

com1 she looks adorable in the first pic! 

com2 okay but the sky!!!

erling.haaland I didn’t expect Jude to last this long without you! I just know he’s hanging on by a thread 🤣 I hope you’re having a great time out there y/n/n 

com3 i’m dead erling 💀

judebellingham trust me mate I am not doing well

yourusername you know he’s the biggest baby erl!! Thank you ☺️

judebellingham you look hermosa! 

yourusername did you use google translate? 😂 but thank you bebe 🥰

com4 A+ for effort lmao 

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yourusername bailes en el rancho son mis favoritos! ya estamos listos para mañana 🥳 day 7 (dances at the ranch are my favorite! we’re ready for tomorrow 🥳) 

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yourusername before anyone mentions my cousin on the last pic, he took me out to dance bc I was the only one from my primas (female cousins) who was standing alone at the baile while the rest were dancing w their mans🥺 

com1 y/n better than me bc if my man didn’t know how to dance and I was at a baile I would be dancing!! not my fault my man don’t wanna learn 

com2 you look like so much fun! 

com3 the vibe in all of her daily dumps are EVERYTHING! 

com4 I miss mexico now 😩

primo.user (cousin.user) mi compañera de baile MAS favorita!! 💃🏼 (my MOST favorite dance partner!! 💃🏼) 

yourusername gracias por sacarme a bailar me moría de ganas (thank you for taking me out to dance, i was dying to dance!)

com5 Not y/n wanting to dance but couldn’t bc she’s a faithful woman! props to her cousin for standing up 👏 

judebellingham la mas chula 😘 (the prettiest 😘)

yourusername you got me blushing bellingham 🤭 i’m glad you’ve got the google translate app installed 

com5 not jop in the likes

com7 fr, first peso now jop

com8 jop didn’t have it in him to leave a comment like peso pluma thooo

com9 damn they’re already pregaming for the feria (festival) tomorrow  

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yourusername sabado de gloria was one for the books ❤️‍🔥 mi mexico querido, el pais con tradiciones increibles 🥹 (saturday of glory was one for the books ❤️‍🔥 my beloved mexico, the country with incredible traditions 🥹)

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com1 okay bc Jude with a Mexican girlfriend was something I never expected but they’re so cute together!!! 💗

com2 the cultural difference between them is mind blowing but i kinda like it

com3 okay it’s been a week we need Jude and Y/N back together ASAP

judebellingham mi niña bonita 😍 I hope you’re having a blast darling! 

yourusername the spanish better not stop when I get home because it’s so cute! 

judebellingham i’m thanking google translate rn 🙏🏽

com4 that last pic is so aestheticly pleasing

com5 okay now I understand why Y/N had to go to Mexico!! That looks like sm fun

com6 fr i was like why would she ever leave Jude but I see why now

com7 her outfit and boots are so cute 🤩

Y/N’s POV: 

I spread my limbs throughout the comfy bed but not as comfortable as the one awaiting me back home. My eyes flutter open, as I bask in my last morning in Mexico. 

The morning sun shining through the window, brightening up the room. I take one last look through the window, the tree tall and green, dogs laying out on the ground, the pretty plants and the great range of mountains surrounding the rancho. 

I let out a deep sigh as I sat up in bed, a mixed emotion about leaving this place. Leaving the peaceful and warm lifestyle that is Mexico was always heart wrenching but my skin tingles at the thought of going back home. Not a home, like a house or a place but Jude. Jude is my home. 

I smiled at the thought of him and a warmth at my core enlights. 

A home cooked meal was already awaiting me in the kitchen and family slowly started filling my grandparents' home to say their goodbyes. 

I frown at the thought of leaving them but I know life would never be the same if I stayed. 

The time is approaching to my last minutes with everyone. An emotional goodbye to the animals, the beautiful home that holds many wonderful memories, and of course to all of my family especially my grandparents. 

“Te amamos mija. Ya sabes que aqui siempre esta tu casa, (we love you darling. You know that you’ll always have your home here” My grandma tells and we pull each other into a tight hug. 

I wipe the tears that we are threatening to spill. 

“Hasta luego muñeca que dios la bendiga! (Until next time doll god bless you!)” My grandpa expressed as he kissed my cheek, pulling me into his arms. 

After all the goodbyes, my uncle started the truck and loaded my luggages. 

On our way to the airport I watched the landscapes contentedly and whispered my goodbyes to the familiar roads. 

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[nosugarallspice]

Playing Games

Warnings: Nothing major, just Jude getting some sloppy and some corny flirting towards the end. MINORS DNI!!!!!

Pairings: Jude Bellingham x Fem Reader

A/N: I literally started writing this like at the beginning of this month and just dipped on it. so I hope you guys like it. bestie @whorekneecentral helped me towards the end, go check her acc out.

Word Count: 731

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Jude spent most of his day in his gaming room, but you didn’t mind

simply because he rarely ever gets time to do so. You had busied yourself with work all day and finally finished. You were about to make dinner when you realized you hadn’t heard from Jude in a while so you made your way to the gaming room. 

Your eyes instantly land on the handsome man you call your boyfriend; eyes concentrating on the screen as his fingers move rapidly on his controller. 

“Hi baby.” He smiles when he notices you coming in.  

Climbing onto the couch; setting yourself right behind him, your legs on either side of him. “Hi handsome.” You smile. 

Resting there, your hands find their way to his sides, rubbing softly. Leaning up you begin to plant kisses along his neck. 

You know that’s the one thing that drove him crazy.

“Mmm, is there something I can help you with sweetheart?” Pausing his game, he turns to look at you with a grin on his face. 

“Hmm no, love. You just relax.” Planting one last kiss, this time on his lips. 

You make your way off of the couch; now you’re down on your knees in front of him. Your hands find their way to his thighs, rubbing along the bare skin that isn’t covered by his shorts.

Nodding, he leans back against the couch, relaxing once more as your hands rub against his skin. Continuing on with his game. 

You notice the bulge pressing against his shorts. Your hand finds its way towards his clothed cock, he’s already so hard, you start rubbing against it. 

You’re so focused on you’re doing, that you don’t even notice his eyes on you, bottom lip pulled between his teeth. 

Wasting no time, you’ve pulled his shorts off. Taking him into your hands, you give him a few strokes before taking him into your mouth, keeping  your hand wrapped around his shaft. Jerking off what can’t fit into your mouth. 

He watches as you bob up and down, he pulls your hair from your hair so he can see you and so it doesn’t get in the way. 

You looked up at him through your lashes and that was enough to make him cum but he held off, he knew you’d tease him if he did even if you did tell him it was okay. 

His hand resting on the back of your head, making your movements faster, and making you take all of him into your mouth. Gagging against him as the tip hits the back of your throat. 

His hips begin to thrusts up. Throat fucking you at this point. The room is now filled with the sound of you gagging and his whimpers. 

“Choke on it, baby.” He manages to get out between groans. 

His words making you ache. 

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He whimpers. Eyes shut, head tilted back. 

Those filthy words hitting you straight in the core.

The vibrations from your moans is just enough to send him over the edge. 

You feel his cock twitch, indicating that he’s close. This only makes you go faster. Soon after you feel the warmth of his cum running down your throat. 

Making sure you get every last drop, releasing him from your mouth. 

Making your way back up on the couch 

You’re back up on the couch, smiling at each other. 

“You’re too good to me” he smiles, kissing you. 

“Only for you,” you smiled, leaning into him. “But that’s not what I came in here for, always distracting me.” You joked, nudging him with your shoulder. 

Jude rolled his eyes, “yeah, because I’m the distracting one.” He laughed, slinging his arm over your shoulders. “What’d you need?” 

“Dinner.”

“What? I didn’t satisfy you?” He turned to you, seriousness written across his face. 

You can’t help but laugh, “you’re disgusting.” You stand up, reaching for his hand, pulling him up with you. “C’mon, I’m starving.” 

Jude’s eyes have a mischievous glint in them, his arms wrapping around you before you tossed over the man’s shoulder. 

It’s like you can hear the thoughts in his head. 

“I know what I want for dinner.” He says, leaving the room and turning in the direction of the bedroom. 

“Jude!” You giggled, smacking your boyfriend’s back as he carried you to bed. 

[hiddenlife-manager]

I just need jude to release all of his after match anger or tension on me! 😭

Jude Bellingham x Fem reader

cw... lube mention, ass slapping, hair pulling, dom Jude, rough Jude, rough sex, jealous sex, mention/ implied fingering, cum mention, and etc...

notepad... I love you for giving me this idea. This has inspired me to write so much that I have one more Jude story that is a request. Send more for Jude, or maybe another soccer player. (I updated my masterlist)

The room was loud, with the sound of skin slapping and the lewdness of your cunt dripping from the constant abuse of Jude's hands. The white lube was dripping on the expensive silk sheets of the bed. Your ass are red from the constant impact of Jude's hand.

"God, you're so fuckin tight." Jude groaned, his head thrown back, his left hand gripping your hair, and his right hand holding onto your hips. Your body covered in hickeys caused by the man who had you bent over. Your hands wobbled, trying to keep yourself up. Jude abused your hole the moment he came home.

"Slow- slow down, baby." Jude grinned. You couldn't see his sweaty body behind you as he caressed your hips. He let go of your hair and grabbed your neck from behind, his shirtless chest touching your back. He leaned toward your ear.

"We both know you don't fuckin mean it - god- you just clamped around me." He groaned as he let go of your neck and placed his right hand on your right cheek. He caressed your right cheek and quickly slapped your ass. You screamed in pain as your walls got tighter around his throbbing cock.

"Jude - ah-" you moaned as Jude kept his body close to your back, leaving bite marks around your shoulder. He knew how to shut you up; he knew you wanted him to let go of his anger on your beautiful body.

"God, that fuckin idiot, dare talk about you during a match." He groaned as he kept thrusting into your hole. Your legs began to shake from the feeling of pressure on your lower body. You pushed your thighs together, trying to stay up, and your arms were struggling to keep you up. "Close, aren't you?"

You whimpered, and a low chuckle left him as he felt himself get close. His muscles tightened, slamming himself in your lewd set hole that made such a lewd noise whenever he pulled out and slammed himself back in your cunt. He needed to fuck you dumb and knew this was going to last hours.

He could feel your legs shaking, and he created your body, fucking you harder than before, and in seconds, your arms fail and you fall into your face. He pulled out a ring of white around the base of his cock as he slammed himself back in harshly.

Your tongue was out as loud moans escaped your lips, and your cunt squeezed out a clear liquid as he groaned from your cunt pulsating around him. He pulled out, and his thin ropes of cum landed on your ass and lower back.

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after a long dry spell for kylian fanfics, i'm finally being swarmed with both tags and new posts on my timeline with all of your new stories! thank you all for your service for keeping this fan fiction community alive 🫡

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Time with the kids

Summary:where Jude is struggling to look after his children

Jude's POV

As the weekend approached, I found myself facing a daunting task: taking care of our four energetic children while my wife was away. At first, I tried to muster up the confidence to tackle the challenge solo, but as the chaos unfolded, I quickly realized I was in over my head.

With our children running wild, their laughter echoing through the house, I felt a growing sense of panic creeping in. How was I supposed to handle this on my own? Desperate for help, I reluctantly dialed my mom,hoping she could come to the rescue.

"Hey, Mom," I began, my voice laced with desperation. "I hate to ask, but I could really use some help with the kids this weekend. Y/N is away, and I'm struggling to keep up."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and I held my breath, hoping for a miracle. But to my dismay, mom informed me that she was out of town as well, leaving me to fend for myself.

Feeling defeated, I racked my brain for another solution. That's when it hit me—my brother Jobe. He might not have much experience with children, but he was my last hope.

"Hey, Jobe," I said, trying to sound nonchalant despite the chaos unfolding around me. "I hate to ask, but could you come over and help me with the kids? Y/N is away, and I'm drowning here."

There was a moment of hesitation before Jobe reluctantly agreed, and I breathed a sigh of relief. At least I wouldn't be facing this chaos alone.

When Jobe arrived, we quickly divided and conquered, each of us taking two children under our wing. But as the day wore on, it became clear that neither of us was cut out for this parenting gig.

Our oldest daughter, Lily, was busy playing dress-up, raiding her mother's closet and parading around the house in mismatched outfits and high heels. Meanwhile, our son, Max, had discovered a newfound love for finger painting, turning the kitchen table into a colorful masterpiece.

As for the younger ones, Emma and Liam, they were wreaking havoc wherever they went, leaving a trail of toys and chaos in their wake. Liam had taken a particular liking to climbing, scaling every piece of furniture in sight with a mischievous grin plastered on his face. And poor Emma, bless her heart, was teething, leaving her in a constant state of fussiness that no amount of cuddles could soothe.

As Jobe and I attempted to wrangle our rambunctious brood, our voices filled the air with a mixture of instructions and laughter.

"Liam, buddy, let's keep our feet on the ground, okay?" Jobe called out, his tone firm but gentle as he tried to redirect our youngest from his climbing escapades.

Meanwhile, I was engaged in a delicate negotiation with Lily, who was adamant about wearing her princess costume to dinner.

"Lily, sweetie, I know you love your princess dress, but it's spaghetti night. We don't want to get marinara sauce all over it, do we?" I reasoned, hoping to appeal to her sense of practicality.

But Lily remained unconvinced, her arms crossed defiantly as she stubbornly clung to her royal attire.

"Dad, I have to wear it. Princesses can eat spaghetti too," she insisted, her eyes sparkling with determination.

I shared a knowing look with Jobe, both of us silently acknowledging the futility of arguing with a determined five-year-old.

"Alright, princess, spaghetti it is," I relented with a chuckle, realizing that some battles were simply not worth fighting.

Meanwhile, Max had found a new canvas for his artwork, much to Jobe's dismay.

"Max, buddy, let's keep the finger painting on the paper, okay?" Jobe said, his tone patient but firm as he gently guided our budding artist away from the walls.

But Max, lost in his creative fervor, paid little attention to Jobe's words, his fingers swirling through the air with abandon as he continued his masterpiece.

As the chaos continued to unfold around us, Jobe and I exchanged amused glances, silently marveling at the unpredictability of parenthood. Despite the challenges we faced, there was a sense of camaraderie in our shared struggle, a bond forged in the trenches of parenthood.

And as we watched the children laugh and play, their joy infectious even in the midst of the madness, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and laughter that filled the home. Despite the chaos, there was a beauty in the mess—a reminder that even in the most challenging moments, family was always there to lend a helping hand and share in the laughter and love.

But amidst the chaos, there were moments of unexpected joy. As evening fell, we gathered on the couch, exhausted but content, and put on an animated movie. Surprisingly, the kids settled down, their eyes glued to the screen as they snuggled up against us.

"Hey, Dad, can I have some popcorn?" Lily asked, her eyes never leaving the screen.

I chuckled, reaching for the bowl on the coffee table. "Sure thing, sweetheart."

Meanwhile, Jobe was engaged in a heated game of peek-a-boo with Emma, eliciting giggles from the little one that warmed my heart.

Suddenly, Liam's mischievous giggle caught my attention, and I turned to see him attempting to climb onto the kitchen counter.

"Liam, no!" I exclaimed, rushing over to scoop him up before he could cause any damage.

But it was too late. In his attempts to reach the cookies on the top shelf, Liam had knocked over a jar of flour, sending a cloud of white powder billowing through the air.

"Oh, no," Jobe muttered, surveying the mess with wide eyes.

I sighed, feeling the weight of the day crashing down on me. "It's okay. We'll clean it up."

Uncle Jobe, can we play hide-and-seek?" Max piped up, bouncing with excitement.

Jobe glanced at me, a hint of panic in his eyes, but he plastered on a smile and nodded. "Of course, buddy. Let's play!"

The chaos continued into the night, with each child finding new ways to test our patience. But through it all, Jobe and I managed to keep our sense of humor intact, laughing at the absurdity of the situation and marveling at the resilience of our family.

When my wife finally returned home, she found us all asleep on the couch, the house a mess but our hearts full. Together, we cleaned up the chaos, laughing at the absurdity of the day and marveling at the resilience of our family.

As we tucked our children into bed, my wife and I exchanged a knowing glance. Despite the challenges we faced, we were grateful for the love and laughter that filled our home. And as we fell asleep side by side, our children dreaming peacefully beside us, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the chaos that had brought us closer together.

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the culer- j.bellingham

masterlist | pairing: Jude Bellingham x gavi!fem!reader. summary: with the pressure of the match at hand, Jude makes an error that’ll cost him. warnings: fluff + angst + the following events in this fic are completely fictional and are not based on real life events. a/n: I dislike Real Madrid but I love Jude because he played for Borussia Dortmund.. he’ll always have a place in my heart I fear

It’s not like the words “Pablo gavis sister” were plastered against your forehead, so how was he supposed to know? it wasn’t the worst thing to happen to him, but it certainly wasn’t best when he rounded the corner and hear your soft laugh ring his ears. it was even ten times worse when his breakfast threatened to come up seeing your brothers arm around your shoulders.

you’re squished in between culers, your brothers jersey clung tight against your chest that serves as a major distraction to him. yet, he can’t actually see you. glimpses of you from the tunnel replay in his mind, the ball against his feet should be in the back of the net right now, but he’s stalling.

if he scores, your brother and his team lose. why does it matter to him anyway? this should be an exciting moment here in Barcelona with the crowd booing his name and boosting his adrenaline, so why does he care so much about you?

you’d never had more than just sex. an occasional cuddle and maybe a late night movie cozied up in his bed, but that was it. so you’re unsure why he’s playing with the ball when he’s got a 90% chance of scoring.

“just shoot the damn ball, Jude.” you mutter to yourself. the quicker he gets this over, the sooner the dread and anxiety bubbling in your stomach will fizzle out, and the sooner this is over the better chances your brother or his teammate have in evening the score.

yet there he still stands, unable to decide to shoot or to pass and the crowd wasn’t having it. Jude was usually so quick with his mind, football came easy yet this shot was the hardest one. he knows if he shoots this into the back of the net all chances with you end tonight on this pitch. he knows if he passes, all chances of his team advancing into the next round, end here.

why did it have to be him to decide the fate?

as if on cue, pablo takes the stab. he pulls Jude from his mind games, and decides to end the misery for himself and the crowd. Jude didn’t have much of a reaction time, in fact, he didn’t even put up a fight as the ball was swept from his feet.

“what the fuck man?!” his teammates shout frustrated in his inability to play the damn game.

your nails dig into your palms, watching your brother and his teammate play keep away from the Real Madrid defenders before taking the shot on net and ending the tie once in for all.

Real Madrid lost and wouldn’t advance to the next round.

a smile couldn’t form to your lips. watching Jude’s head hang low, you feel guilty. knowing he’d been riding the highs of the past couple of wins, he should be proud of the fight the team put up today. but those three minutes of torture would haunt him for the rest of his career for every time he saw you.

you.

his head picks up, eyes scanning the mass of fans the sea of red and blue all mesh together. faces booing and others cheering become a blur, but he’s sure you’re out there celebrating. you always expressed how important family was to you, and he was sure your family couldn’t of been happier.

—

you shouldn’t be here. not this late. the match ended hours ago and Jude most likely wasn’t even home yet, but it didn’t stop you from pounding your knuckles against the wood door in hopes he was there. you’re the last person he probably ever wants to chat with, but you needed to check on him. you needed to make sure he wasn’t beating himself up.

you hear the lock click, the door slowly creeps open revealing his dark brown eyes scanning your body. you’d changed into sweatpants in a sweatshirt, a more casual fit than what you were used to wearing to see Jude.

“what are you doing here this late?” his posh accent floods your eardrums, your heart can’t help but thump faster as you move closer to the small crack of the door to find any signs of concern across his face.

“I came to see you.”

“I don’t want to see you.” his bitter words make your heart come to a screeching halt. it’s just the game, you tell yourself, he doesn’t mean these words he’s clearly just upset.

“you played well, ba—Jude. please don’t beat yourself up.”

the door opens up more, like he couldn’t resist. seeing your concern for him mixed his feelings about you. at first, he was done with you. said it was for the best to move on, but seeing you here? with your doe-like brown eyes staring into his, he couldn’t resist.

“I’m the laughingstock of the team now. all because I couldn’t shoot the damn ball.”

“why didn’t you?” the words come rolling off your tongue before you can even process. you’d been asking yourself the question ever since the game ended. why didn’t he just shoot the damn ball? what was stopping him? you couldn’t press the questions in your mind any further when you knew what was stopping him: you. its silly and cliche but it’s the truest that’s been gnawing at him. you were the reason he couldn’t bare to see his own rivals lose.

“I don’t want to discuss this.” his shoulders slumped. he hardly notices you’d pushed the door further and allowed yourself in. he knew your care taking tendencies couldn’t bare to see him this down.

“come on,” you guide him into his bedroom, the curtains are drawn and a Spanish soap-opera plays quietly in the corner of his room. you crawl into his bed and allow him to rest against your body. your nails rake across his skin, careful not to put too much pressure on the black forming bruises.

“you really shouldn’t be here.” he mumbles feeling his shoulders and body sink further into the depths of touch. he hates himself for this, he knows he shouldn’t be falling at the hands of his rivals sister, but yet he can’t stop himself.

“I know,” you say peppering kisses to his throbbing temple, like you knew there was too much pressure there, “I’ll deal with that tomorrow, right now I’m here to deal with you.”

“you’re the better gavi, did you know that?” Jude lifts his gaze to meet yours, your lips briefly touch enough to ghost his.

“I did know that actually.”

he may have lost the game, but one things for sure, he didn’t lose you.

[madridfangirl]

I love your writing, I love the characters, and I loving reading Jude Bellingham fan fiction, and reading in general - so ofc I do ! But I feel like my prompt is quite short like it doesn’t have to be as long as ur other spin-off one shot! And cannot wait for chap 13, when is it coming?

Trying to post by this weekend - 2.5k words done but still a lot more to go

[nosugarallspice]

Jude taking all his frustrations on u after his team lost the game? But he takes it all in bed and he praises reader alotttt🙏🏼

Omg I can just picture angry Jude, he'd be so rough but also gentle because he doesn't want to hurt you. // this man does things to me.

Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 564

Author’s Note: I def got carried away with this one but I’m not mad about it, and I know you guys won’t be either. Jude is soooo !!!! Like idk how to explain it but I love this man.

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Jude arrived home, he made sure to let you know of his presence by slamming the door shut, obviously not in the best mood taking in the fact that they lost to Barcelona 0-3.

You always knew of the rivalry between the two teams, and you could only imagine how frustrating it must be for the boys, now that they’ve lost to them.

Knowing Jude, he wouldn’t take the loss too well.

“Babe?” You called out to him as you walked upstairs to the bedroom, but you got no response.

Entering the room, there Jude sat at the edge of the bed staring into blank space, jaw clenched, clearly upset. You stood in front of him, your hands gently caressing his face.

“Look, I know you’re upset about how today's match went.. but I know what’ll make you feel better.” You leaned down, placing a soft kiss to his lips.

And just like that; Jude had you on the bed, pinned under him.

He grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head before leaning down, “I’m gonna do whatever I want, and you’re just going to lay there and take it.” He whispered into your ear.

You nodded your head, trying so hard to bite back your smile. You loved when he was like this- yeah you felt bad he was upset about the game but deep down you were excited for what was about to happen next.

You let out a gasp once he slid into you, but that was immediately replaced with your moans- you savored the feeling of him stretching you out, didn’t matter how many times you guys had sex, you’d never fully get used to his size.

Jude set the pace, fast and rough, the way you both liked. His hand gripped your throat while he fucked into you.

“Taking me so well, like the whore you are.” He spoke through gritted teeth.

All you could do in that moment was nod, while the whimpers escaped you, it felt so good, so good to the point that you could cry.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby.” He placed a sloppy kiss on your lips, and trust me, it was messy. You could feel the spit pooling from the corner of your mouth but you loved it.

“You’re mine yeah? I do whatever I want with you.” He groaned, he lifted your leg over his shoulder, putting him at a deeper angle, the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot repeatedly.

“You look so pretty with my cock in you.”

Jude loved this shit, being able to take his frustrations out on you in bed, knowing you both loved the roughness, it was his favorite thing.- He smirked, watching your eyes roll back into your head, the way your back arched pushing your bare chest against his.

The grip he once had on your throat was now gone, he slid his hand down, making its way in between your thighs. Resting right on top of your cunt before pressing down, rubbing slow circles against your swollen clit.

“P-please” you managed to choke out, your legs began to shake as your orgasm approached you, “I’m gonna-“

You were cut off by Jude- “I know baby, let go for me.”

“Cmon, you can do it.” He coached you through your orgasm, soon following after; spilling his load deep inside you.

[hiddenlife-manager]

Praise link that reader loves w Jude Bellingham?🙏🏼

Jude Bellingham x Fem Reader

Cw… squirt, praise, dom Jude, thighs, pussy, nail scratching, oral, fingering, and moaning

notepad… I’m back with Jude Bellingham, I have this Poe one ready but I just can’t remember where I put it in my library. Anyway about to start school and I’m stressed finally splurged on a fucking calculator for my fucking calculus 3.

You held onto the island counter, moaning loudly, as Jude held your thighs on his shoulder, his mouth licking up your clit slowly.

"God Jude, ahh." You closed your eyes, moaning loudly as you wrapped your legs around his head.

"You taste so good, baby." Jude moaned into your pussy his tongue was slowly teasing you as you desperately wanted him to make you cum. Jude’s hands held your thighs tightly, his nails digging into your thighs. 

He knew how desperate you were because you moved your cunt closer to his tongue each time he licked up. His plump lips began to suck on your clit your moans became louder every second he sucked your clit.

"Baby, I’m going to finger your pussy, you deserve it." Jude chuckled lowly as he let go of one of your thighs and licked his fingers, shoving his fingers into your pussy. You moaned louder, your hands tightening around the other end of the kitchen island.

"Oh, my god, Jude, please faster." You begged, and he did what you asked. You were his, and he had to please you.

"You’re so fucking hot, baby." Your cunt tightened over his fingers as you got closer. Your pussy clenched on and off on his fingers, your arch backing. Jude loved to hold you down and finger your pussy. He curled his fingers, and Jude placed his mouth on your clit, sucking on it while his fingers pumped in and out. You’re slick, echoing in the room to which you were so close.

"Jude fuck!" You gasped and moaned out. Jude chuckled into your pussy adding vibration, and that was what you needed to push you over the edge. Your juices slipped out of your cunt, and Jude sucked on them as he relished in your pussy.

"You taste so fucking good; fuck, I need to fuck your pretty pussy."

He kept fingering you, causing you to almost pull away.

"Jude too mu-" You moaned as tears began to fall from your eyes.

[giveafike]

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Chocolate City - Cypher Lyrics feat Blaqbonez, A-Q, Loose Kaynon, Ice Prince, Jesse Jagz, MI Abaga

Today in the history of music, the most dominating pure Hip-Hop record label in Nigeria and Africa, Chocolate City, popularly called Choc City by fans celebrated its golden jubilee by doing what they know how to do best. In a single titled Chocolate City - City Cypher Lyrics we see all the rap gods of Chocolate City, Blaqbonez, A-Q, Loose Kaynon, Ice Prince, Jesse Jagz, and MI Abaga rise to the mic, dropping bars on bars and leaving fans with nothing but a scream of wow! Take it or leave it, rap is not dead Hip-Hop is alive!

Chocolate City Chairman, staff and the amazing rappers.

Chocolate City - Cypher Lyrics feat Blaqbonez, A-Q, Loose Kaynon, Ice Prince, Jesse Jagz, MI Abaga

Chocolate City - Cypher Lyrics feat Blaqbonez, A-Q, Loose Kaynon, Ice Prince, Jesse Jagz, MI Abaga Chocolate City - Cypher Lyrics Chocolate City - Cypher Lyrics : Blaqbonez yeah yeah riding for my door from a start this basic principal rest of y'all pitiful Hush Puppy I'm interpol talking to you Twitter trolls I'm not trying to be condescending my I'm just speaking from the Pinnacle every second is billable a ship is Unsinkable 2023 whip the evidence is clear but yours is inadmissible I'm a 6ft skinny boy I'm and ... can get physical better than black that's fictional who lied to you that's kind of typical of yes man's delusional me and stupid not mixable all my niggas got something upstairs another Bungalow every single move is another play for the envelope never settle for less I'm not trying to stay afloat I'm really trying to buy a boat Jeff Bezos in 6 months that's a slender hope if you're not feeling me that you take away your right to vote the disrespect man it's forgivable Jesus said turn your left cheek y know it's biblical that's what I told your girl last week when we was frictional I don't do back and forth with no chick unless Arena though I could lose every point but you know I'm going serve the charm is irresistible couple bags no fundable and make a must shine not tribalistic it's traditional social engineering got me feeling like I'm back in school Mr Gbadebo look at me I'm unapproachable I this rapper for like 5 years don't get no ideas go conversation I will be there that's what you guys fear y'all niggas want hits It's really go to a Miss I'm way to versatile quietly making hella moves they gave me an in universe that's hella rude my only celebrity crush is Mega good I'm kidding there's a ton of beauts, ton of bad bitches sh bad niggas A-Q Hip hop is 50 that's golden I'm still here it's Gods engineering I got two here three coming Rose from the concrete in September I shed a few tears I've been blessed forever before I grew beards they too scared back in C City I was the bag boy for a few years now this City Boys is at the helm of affairs it's a new year running hip up fuck your rap link I'm on some soft thighs she's nasty, nastier than Nasty C's top five I see the greatest is debated if it's not I, what a surprise I'm someway on the beach watching the sunrise tell me what's the upside when publishing is sinking us diamond in the rough but sharp enough to get your princess cut study my prophecies, my lyrics are now my doctrines young soldier of the Lord, the YSL is on my stock jeans truly humble under God this young thug is going to judge him turn the Gunna in your crew to a gunner like the sports team shots ring, hands all over you like a touch screen from dust you came from dust back to the dust bin you rappers are disgusting tell me something more compelling than walking up to me hands open like Jude Bellingham don't let them gas you I'm Noble but I'm unstable out of my elements still shaking up periodic tables created the system you're just files in the folder and when I feel like folding I hold my composure that's pep talk Lexus came with police escorts standing on business if it's business homey let's talk anything else don't get a response I just press pause why the fuck am I here I got meetings with investors I'm ghost Loose Kaynon look red s like Bigfoot here's another one stand cool like an island so I don't bother none do business by the cold I treat my niggas like my mother son they want to get the team back together go on another run now I'm living different a babysit in the whip an accountant on the team he's babysit in the splits you can catch me on the beach chair lazy sip in the sprits but don't boost me the call I'm crazy spitting this shit so here goes you bunch of weirdos look the part Bo you some scarecrow cosplaying a giant this niggas wear stos I don't do verbals just pay attention homie There's levels I stay behind the scene pulling the strings I'm shapedo you rocking shit in the same spot but you got motion I laugh it off cuz I know better Yeah you need promotion you ain't fooling nobody plus you ain't pulling no bodies All that killing niggas in your verse we ain't see no bodies Every day I leave my enemies pipe dream i bet Your favorite rapper sell his soul so just to switch places I'm still spitting pen flooded with ring my pockets favors pounds over naira Is a bit racist so what we have here A bunch of wannabe;s I the Rolly on my re so you want one of these don't you jump out the window Wony you I know my smile provoke you go ahead now stop on Faking I take them shots why don't you My OG told me you ain't easy to like so they pretend to be your friend Cuz you ain't easy to fight it's all right see heavy is the head and my neck hurts You focus on the best first I'm trying to flip my network aiming higher than messages P then to man built like me rarer than Le is ours It's lyrical genius how pressure this vows turn them to Diamonds Yeah you welcome the pleasure is ours Ice Prince Ah when I first test the mic I was in jss1 mind me records from Heavy D and krs1 Doctors call me a rapper from the day I was born I came Mo my mama wom talking like j electron I mean cold blood with a mean face had this rappers ate like a girl with a thin waist Swimming with the shars don't know how to sedem taste me I grew up in the city where you know the machines blaz cock you with it niggas your back I ain't stopping it when I caught the trigger I'm on my Fire and Ice they call me Godzilla I do all my albums with no fucking fillers I just tell the truth Nothing made up no concealers so tell them that we back in the booth when CHOC boys commute You know the beat is in soup i mean I got to keep props to choc City since 2007 the family stuck with me Jesse Jagz no need to introduce myself First I choose myself then I used myself two decades ago I reproduced myself choc city was the keys but I produced myself hip hop is the build and I am the foundations Communications caught off online around stations choc boys fully prepared the crown station Jesus has returned Skies open the ground shaking I levitate on ink niggas think I'm a ghost Stay a mile from the shore we let them swim for the boat Now this is a toast to the king of the coast now niggas fuck the script we never sing to the notes Big up truck city IC niggas that's where the science be extraordinary leader a legend in my Society Finally my niggas is pumped fuck sobriety looking for something higher see something that will inspire me Blessing to the nation the patience the dedication all my people is here for celebration I show you the beginning and end the Revelation these are the 48 Laws to preparation Oh my niggas we bought the Federation the lyricism will inform a generation 20 something years in the game that shit ain't new to me I walk through the game with that diplomatic Community MI Abaga rest in peace mohbad welcome back all ours back all ours i squat for road like make i do the shit for the streets reported live and correct for be like white journalist i be the highest night you know how high dollar is pound for p still the mj 100% check the roots of this shit i'm the kunta kente check the genesis i'm adam i'm the block i'm the new dekembe root flow i spit some rudimentary i spit that shit that hit you hard and get you to comprende i seen it all ain't nothing new to sensei the hip hop superintending eventually transcended to a god a lot of done it really well but ain't no niggas been this hard lyric ma grande like maryland and odumodu men dey you too weak for this walk you be like 10 days my spirit pure getting better i'm mature like some whiskey in a glen case wo and this is how it sounds when you the template when god gave me this flow he said forget about the return date nowadays i'm working so jtown can reach miami and taraba reach gidali we go get that gradu that's on god's name i know i wear ghost but i'm into technic niggas camp there and show dem i'm doing large things yep things i never even post you say seeing is believing you you dey see the holy ghost the hater is negligable to see through hip-hop music is the voice of got to lead the people many evil sons of achan are hating and they follow shatan go check in joshua chapter 7 i'm acting brand new might time to mavin but ch c ins still the haven 20 years later and it's like he did something amazing this for jeremiah gang who laid the paving for jimmy jags ice bal price noah for dice milly ck lamber ruby vicky koka for young john black bonez dj k street billy and candy bleaks ruby loose critical classic major asia aniq and this for everybody rapping i pray you all be topping and shots with the tracks you dro and popping like you sh poppy and any rapper chopping come to the hip hop event we got you we believe you die we know they doubt you we sef dey plug artist to we did share palliative over here and the vibe is so native over here everybody is a king making loot how the six best rappers from the same fucking crew what you niggas going to do my nigga this a legacy this was all built on rap let's not forget to say hip hop we thank you for being a foundation from chocolate city to all of our fans you are amazing thank you yo so abi chi made the call he know we don't want to do ciphers no more but we had to do this one for history 50 years of hip-hop 20 years of chocolate city the indomitable indestructible force we love you to our fans we love you to our haters Read more about Chocolate City on Wikipedia Read the full article