#Vini jr
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rmadridcore · 3 days ago
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hate it when a bitch I don’t like eats
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forzarma · 7 months ago
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jude bellingham x fem!reader
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You spent the whole afternoon in the kitchen, baking Jude's favorite cookies. You carefully measured each ingredient, adding extra chocolate chips just the way he liked it.
But when Jude came home from training, he was in a bad mood. His face looked upset, and he seemed really unhappy.
"Hey, babe, I made you some cookies," you said, trying to sound cheerful even though you felt a little worried.
He barely looked at you, his eyes focused somewhere far away. "Can't you see I'm tired?" he snapped, his voice sounding sharp and angry.
You felt your heart sink as his words hit you hard. You had only wanted to make him happy, but now he was mad at you.
"I'm sorry," you murmured, feeling small and sad. "I didn't mean to bother you."
You went back to the kitchen, leaving him alone with his feelings. The house felt quiet and empty without his usual laughter and jokes.
For the next two days, you hardly spoke to each other. The silence between you felt heavy, filled with apologies you couldn't say and hurt you couldn't express.
You didn't understand why he had been so mean to you. Had you done something wrong? Was he angry with you for some reason?
You kept thinking about it, but you were too scared to ask. You didn't want to make things worse.
As the days went by, you felt yourself pulling away from him, putting up walls to protect yourself from getting hurt again.
But even though you were mad at him, you still missed him. You missed his smile, his laugh, his warmth.
Finally, unable to stay angry any longer, Jude came to find you. He saw you sitting in the kitchen, staring sadly at the half-empty cookie jar.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft and full of regret.
You looked up, surprised to see tears in his eyes. You could tell he felt really bad about what he had done.
"I was wrong to be mean to you," he said, his voice shaky. "You didn't deserve that."
You wanted to stay mad at him, but when he reached out to hold your hand, you couldn't help but forgive him.
"I forgive you," you whispered, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.
He pulled you into a hug, holding you tight like he never wanted to let go. You closed your eyes and let yourself be comforted by his presence.
In that moment, you knew that no matter what happened, you would always be there for eachother.
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mentalbaddiex · 2 months ago
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they calling him vinis lawyer now😭😭
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monjude · 6 months ago
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The safest place on earth is in Jude's arms 🤍
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anxiouspepper28 · 1 month ago
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🖕 to everyone who tried to pit them agaist one another...
¡Hala Madrid y nada más!
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sccpmccabe · 28 days ago
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Vini Jr. lost the Ballon d'Or to Rodri because of "values", this is the news that is circulating on all sports channels in the world hours before this award ceremony.
Rodri, the guy who wasn't considered the best player on his team last season, wasn't even part of the team of the best players in the competitions he played in. He wasn't the best player in Spain, much less in the Euros, having been ranked eighth until five months ago. This is the best player in the world for the judges.
In the end, the Europeans will never get tired of robbing us, that's quite clear.
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pedrithink · 6 months ago
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jude with vini’s brother + jobe smiling <3
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eccentricallygothic · 3 months ago
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real madrid is not real madriding the way real madrid is supposed to real madrid
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gritocontido · 6 months ago
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featguler · 3 months ago
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i just wanna say ────── when i see your face, was like, "where have you been?"
♡ ────── pairing : vinícius júnior x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified. NO SMUT (well yes smut but it's in flashbacks) but the diction is lowkey nasty here, do not read/interact if you are under 18 or i will find you and block you. morning after blablabla. not proofread sorry if this sucks. 18 PLUS 18 PLUS 18 PLUS. ♡ ────── wordcount : 616 ♡ ────── notes : vinicius junior pls stop it stop it stop IT. everyone go on madrid's instagram and look at their newest video promoting the new kit right now vini is so HOT when he smiled i literally came wtf. title and desc is based on chanmina's needy. inspired by this list by nightprompts! ♡ masterlist.
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“D’you regret it?”
You blink, eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight filtering through the thin curtain of the hotel room.
For a second, you can’t remember where in the fuck you are—Ibiza, Miami, Paris, Rio de Janeiro, Madrid, blablabla. All the cities you’ve been to spin around in your dizzy head, trying to recall which nightclub it was that you spent the night rolling your hips and grinding your ass on anyone who’d give you an ounce of their attention.
“Huh?”
You rub your eyes as Vinícius turns on his chest, propping a pillow underneath his body. As you take in the features of his face, memories of the night before come crashing into you and you place a hand on his face, pushing him away the moment inhibitions begin blossoming in your chest. He wraps his fingers around your wrist and presses a short kiss on the base of your palm.
“The sex,” he clarifies, the edge of his lips tugging into a short smirk, letting your hand cup his face. “Was pretty good, huh?”
It comes in quick flashes: three of his thick digits stretching your hole as your nails dig into the skin behind his neck, prepping you up for just a finger too much. Not your fault the size of his cock intimidated you the moment you let it slip past your pretty lips, but damn, you should have made him put another finger inside before letting him fuck you.
But hindsight tells you that no amount of fingerfucking would have prepared for his body weight on yours anyway. With one hand gripping your hips as the other pins your hand against the bed, he fucked into you doggystyle, in his own pace, savoring every inch of your squelching walls around his shaft. And no matter how much you’d babble for him to go faster, he’d ignore you and continue pushing into you real nice and slow.
“Wasn’t,” you cover your eyes with your arms after a few moments of silence, feeling tiny under his wolfish gaze, like he’s prying into your mind and seeing for himself the recollection you have of your hip bucking up against his, thighs shivering with one leg over his shoulder.
“Hey,” he grins, murmuring your name as he holds himself up on his elbow, his face leaning into your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your sweat as his. “I told you I’d make you feel good,” he nips at your neck, his fingers finding their way on your bare torso, still sensitive from his grip, “made you feel good, didn’t I?”
“Vinícius—”
“Come on,” he cuts you off, coaxing, “that’s not what you were calling me last night.”
You huff, not stopping his mouth from lapping on your skin. Instead, you place a hand on his chest and whimper as his palm slides down, landing on the curve of your ass, giving it a hard  squeeze.
“You should call me baby,” he suggests, “it’s hot when you call me baby.”
“Maybe,” you sputter, eyes fluttering close. His hand works towards your thigh, fingernails dragging against the thin skin. “Shoulda let you fuck me sooner.”
Vinícius chuckles, tracing his lips against your jaw, kissing the corner of your lips. “That’s what I’ve been tellin’ ya.”
“Shoulda listened,” you part your lips and grab his chin, pulling him in against your lips. “I’d consider calling you baby if you fuck me again. Like last night.”
He smiles against your lips, biting on them. “You’re makin’ me hard.”
“Gotta do it harder though, Viní.”
His eyes glisten, liking the challenging tone dripping on your words.
“Yeah?” His eyes travel down your body before meeting yours once again. “Deal.”
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rmadridcore · 28 days ago
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Wow. And people make Real Madrid seem like villains for not attending? I’m not even sure what word is harsh enough to describe these disgusting creatures. This is the lowest level of evil.
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f1andfooty · 28 days ago
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Me making vini his own ballon d’or since the awards are a joke now
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mentalbaddiex · 2 months ago
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whole fucking gang pulled up 😭
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monjude · 6 months ago
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They don’t know another dance move 😂
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moviestarmartini · 3 months ago
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who’s doing it like us?🤭
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kvaradonaa · 30 days ago
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Gavi what is this
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