#brahim x reader

[featguler]

i'm being for real ────── "she ain't brahim's girlfriend, dude".

♡ ────── pairing : brahim díaz x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader is female, and her faceclaim is established. she has lived in england for a while. reader is a tiktoker. google translated spanish idc. ♡ ────── notes : HIIII sorry for not being active, i've been sick and now i'm working on a thesis proposal while also working... i miss yall omfg how are you all doing :(( <333 ALSO IGNORE TIMELINES i had a hard time finding pics for this smau for some reason.... i don't know what the plot is but they do a hard launch at the end of this. HOPE U ALL ENJOY mwah mwah ♡ masterlist.

FACECLAIM 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ dwynna win ( instagram )

DISCLAIMER 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𐙚 i am not affiliated with dwynna win, brahim diaz, or anyone mentioned in this fic 𐙚 any similarities in name, time, and place is purely coincidental 𐙚 do not mind the time stamps 𐙚 click on the pictures if it seems blurry!

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yninstausername knee-deep in the passenger seat view all comments

instausername not the situationship song

instausername IS IT CASUAL NOW!!!

judebellingham when's your next video coming out ❤️ by author

yninstausername obsessed 😭 instausername @.judebellingham WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE instausername @.instausername they've been friends awhileeeee instausername @.instausername y/n is friends with a lot of english athletes

instausername outfit ate as always

instausername which man is this about this time

yninstausername none i hate all men instausername brahim duh 😂

brahim how is your day? ❤️ by author

yninstausername that should be my question?

instausername GIRL THAT TOP IS SOOOO CUTE!!!

aggiebjones should it be known that i took these pics ❤️ by author

yninstausername SORRY yninstausername ilysm

instausername YOU'RE SO PRETTY OMGGG 🫶🫶🫶 ❤️ by author

yninstausername FINALLY someone focusing on the important thing!!

instausername this the one yall are saying are dating brahim?

instausername lol no one is saying that they're dating instausername @.instausername EVERYONE is saying they're dating, go on x or tiktok instausername she's dating bellingham no???

instausername where's your top from girl ily ❤️ by author

yninstausername it's from! @.boutiquee!!! 🥰

tiktokusername

tiktokusername meet brahim diaz's new girlfriend 😍 #brahim #realmadrid view all comments

tiktokusername i thought she's dating jude bellingham??

tiktokusername she's way too old for jude tikotkusername "way too old" is reaching 💀 tiktokusername jude likes his ladies older than him tho

tiktokusername doesn't seem like brahim's type ngl

yntiktokusername wait no way she's dating brahim?

yntiktokusername like the footballer? tiktokusername HUUUHHHH???? tiktokusername bruh she's friends with brahim i wouldn't take this to heart 😂

tiktokusername NOOOO NOT BRAHIM ANYONE BUT MY BABY

tiktokusername just checked her tiktok account no way they're dating 😭😭😭

tiktokusername what's wrong with her acc? genuinely asking tiktokusername just someone who doesn't look like the type that a footballer might date tiktokusername yeah

tiktokusername no not my lowkey internet husband getting into an actual relationship

tiktokusername LIKEE... i cannot take this

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yntiktokusername almost got... slayed 🩸 view all comments

tiktokusername ain't no way she's brahim's gf 💀

tiktokusername SLAYYYY (literally)

tiktokusername brahim IS a pretty funny guy

tiktokusername this is more jude's humour, no?

tiktokusername you're right.. no

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yntiktokusername what's cookin' good looking? view all comments

tiktokusername HELPPP WHAT IS THIS

yntiktokusername 😏😏

yninstausername

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yninstausername one week in spain and i already wanna live hereeee!!!!! view all comments

brahim hala madrid 🤍

yninstausername ??? 🙄🙄🙄 yourdad @.brahim hala madrid 🥰🤍 yninstausername @.brahim hala madrid 🤍

instausername oh now she's dating brahim she wants to be a real madrid fan lol

instausername she's friends with like 5 real madrid players + from other fcs too instausername sergio liked this post... you don't get a sergio follow from being a fake fan instausername she's a rma fan since day one instausername we don't know if theyre dating instausername pretty sure she's dating bellingham

fedevalverde Bienvenida!! 🤩 ( Welcome!! ) ❤️ by author

yninstausername muchas gracias!! 💃 ( thank you very much!! ) instausername fedeeeeee

yourfather hala madrid... 🥰🤍 ❤️ by author

yninstausername these are barcelona pics, papa🤍 yourfather @.yninstausername the scarf... hala madrid 🥰🥰🥰 ❤️ by author

instausername y'all crazy if you think she needs brahim for clout

yninstausername madridistas yall are hating on me because i'm a girl who likes football right be honest

yninstausername well my dad's been a madridista since before half of you were born what now instausername no we're hating bc you like real madrid after dating one of its players lol instausername @.instausername she has a real madrid highlight dating from like 8 years agp 😭😭 instausername just because your daddy's a madridista doesnt make you one lol instausername no we hate clout chasers instausername yall in her comments trying to shame her for liking football!! that's crazy, leave my girl alone!!

merymf4 bienvenue <3 !! ( welcome <3 !! ) ❤️ by author

yninstausername in french? 😂🤍

instausername 2024 and we're still hating on girls liking male dominated hobbies omfg

instausername like these bitches are so embarrassing

brahim

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brahim ¡Te quiero, @.realmadrid! 🤍#HalaMadrid view all comments

vinijr tranqui 🤍🤍🤍 ❤️ by author

judebellingham one in a million player 🤍 ❤️ by author

instausername coldest 🥶

ardaguler abiiii ❤️ by author

yninstausername league champions! 🤍 ❤️ by author

brahim 🏆🫡

brahim added to their story!

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yntiktokusername i can breathe again view all comments

tiktokusername IS THIS YOUR HARD LAUNCH?? 😭😭😭

yntiktokusername wait i'll do better i swear

tiktokusername me

tiktokusername opened me right up

tiktokusername brahim FINALLY replied huh?

yninstausername just added to their story!

[moviestarmartini]

carseat backseat. — jude bellingham x reader x brahim díaz.

pairing: jude bellingham x latina!reader x brahim díaz.

summary: your girls' night out soon turned into a party of one. good news though, the two men over at the private booth were looking for the perfect opportunity to approach you. and they're looking to get out of that club fast.

wc: 3.2k

warnings: nsfw (+18 mdni), mentions and consumption of alcohol, basic sentences in spanish (as per usual on this blog tbh), PERREO !!!! , car sex (i'm romanticizing it tbh), soft doms!jude & brahim, marking, praise, light degrading, oral sex (f & m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (twice rip), needy mfs, use of petnames, light manhandling, strangers hooking up tbh. if i missed anything lmk.

A/N: this was wild to write which is why i think it took me so long to finish !!! i mentioned it previously but i lowk picture them in a tuned chevy tahoe and not a limo but that might be irrelevant. reblogs & feedback are always appreciated babes xx enjoy

now playing . . . chulo pt.2 by bad gyal, tokischa & young miko / partition by beyoncé

Betrayed. 

You were currently feeling betrayed. Your girlfriends all abandoned you, with cheap excuses or promising hookups that surged throughout the night. You could’ve been on your way to get down and busy too, but you had standards. You sat at the bar, thinking what you should order before a margarita came your way. You curled up a brow at the bartender, who just replied: “The young men by that booth noticed you like tequila.” 

You frowned at the plural, taking a short sip of the peculiar-shaped glass before looking around. At a private booth full of couples making out and grinding on each other, you could easily recognize two pairs of eyes looking right back at you. With a confident smile, you raise your glass towards them before taking another sip, thinking that would be the end of it. 

You hummed in approval at both the taste of the tequila-based drink and the music the DJ was playing, before feeling a presence standing next to you. It was the shortest of the men who had bought you a drink, with light stubble that covered up his jaw and upper lip area. “¿Qué tal, bonita? ¿Te gustó el trago?” He was dangerously close, but you didn’t find the closeness uncomfortable. 

“How did you know I liked tequila?” You laughed, throwing your hair back. Brahim joined in, and he couldn’t ignore the way your face lightened up. His lips parted in amusement, watching your every move. The way you crossed your thighs, and how badly he wanted to pry them open. 

“How wouldn’t someone like you have my attention all night?” Brahim’s voice came as something similar to a coo, reaching forward to tuck a strand behind your ear. Suddenly, you felt your whole face heating up. “I’m Brahim, a pleasure.” You introduced yourself in the same fashion, not long after perking up at the song that started playing, its opening letters sparking interest. “Lovely to meet you, ¿Vamos?” He pointed to the packed dance floor with his head, offering you his hand. 

Taking down the rest or the drink you hopped off the bar stool, taking his hand gladly and into the dance floor. From your experience with Europeans, they were not the most dexterous dancers, standing still and looking up at the ceiling with their hands on your hips. The man only saved himself by the fact you loved the song and he bought you a drink, the least you owed him was a dance. 

But oh you were so wrong. 

Brahim gripped his hands on the soft skin of your hips, every once in a while controlling the circular motions you produced, while also grinding back against your ass. It only motivated you further, hearing him curse under his breath. “Joder… qué perreo el tuyo, princesa.” You chuckled a little at his reaction, biting on your bottom lip. The tension only grew when he spun you around, dancing face to face, your nose brushing against his. 

Before you could take the dip and cut the distance— his cologne had been clouding your senses, mind fuzzy with the growing sexual tension— he twirled you around yet again, your eyes landing directly on a chest. You tilted your head up to meet the eyes of the man she identified sitting next to Brahim earlier. 

“Fancy sharing her, bro?” He addressed Brahim, but his eyes didn’t tear away from yours. “All ours, Jude.” You heard the other reply as he inched closer. The words echoed in your mind, goosebumps forming up your arms. The man you now knew as Jude took both your hands, pulling them upwards and to rest around his neck as he joined the two of you dancing. 

The tension between the three of you was something you’ve never felt before, Brahim’s nose brushing against your neck and the way Jude stared you down made your knees weak. But the song came to an end, the DJ transitioning to a whole different genre. But that didn’t stop Jude from closing the distance and kissing you, your eyes falling shut instantly. A gasp left your lips the minute you felt another pair on your neck, leaving slow pecks.  

“Why don’t we get out of here?” Jude proposed, his lips still grazing yours. You nodded, and Brahim scooped your hand in his as he practically dragged you away from the dancing bodies, and Jude followed suit with your hands linked together. 

The flashing lights drowned the ambiance, and as you thought of the situation and what could be ahead, you smiled to yourself. If patience was the road to wisdom, you sure felt ninety years older. Maybe your friends jumping off the boat was a blessing in disguise— you deduced as you exited the club through the back. You squinted a little, your eyes already used to the strobe lighting of the club. 

Click. 

Jude stepped in front of you, covering his mouth to speak as a black large car rolled up. “Cover your face for me, baby.” He advised as Brahim opened the door for you, hopping in behind you, Jude looking at the source of the camera with a straight face before sliding inside the car. He gave instructions to the driver, giving him a large bill to… mind his own business apparently, as a partition was rolled up.

“You owe me a kiss,” Brahim complained after not even two seconds of silence, brushing his nose against your cheek. You couldn’t help but giggle as he roughly drew you into his lap, taking your lips hostage in his. While Jude’s affections earlier were soft and careful, Brahim seemed eager; but it still wasn’t his hand grazing the skin of your inner thigh, making your legs part open. Your mini skirt rode up, and you noticed how Brahim pulled it even further to rest at your lower waist. A hum of approval rang through the moving vehicle, and as Jude’s hand inched closer to your core, you shivered.

Brahim groaned at the sudden movement, parting ways with your lips to settle down your neck, Jude taking the same initiative. You moaned softly, jerking your hips. Him, in response, bit into your neck, his fingers delving into the soft skin of your hips. Getting that much attention was overwhelming, and you fell drunk on it. They really worshiped you, lips slowly making their way down, the moans rewarding the men for their good work. 

Jude parted first, his finger grazing the soft fabric of your underwear. “We’ve got you so wet,” He cooed, taking your cheeks and turning your head to look at him. He dissected your reaction as his hand just shoved the panties to a side and he took a dip to test your wetness. A light smirk tugged on his face as he watched your lips part in a tiny gasp. 

“Turn her a bit towards me, mate.” Jude instructed Brahim, who was busy painting hematomas on your neck. He nodded with the same devilish shine on his eyes, shifting a little so you would both face him. “What do you want, babe? You look a bit bothered,” He freighted innocence, a chuckle rung from behind you. 

You became even more embarrassed; how easy your body queues were to them. “Touch me,” You replied with a certain fortitude in your voice, when your eyes were dripping with need. Brahim watched you, lips slightly parted, and just smiled. He gave Jude a nod, who didn’t waste any time in sinking a finger into your wetness. You couldn’t help but throw your head back with a groan, finding rest in Brahim’s shoulder. 

Jude didn’t find any pleasure in easing it into you, fixing a steady pace that would have you writhing in no time. You noticed Brahim getting harder under your ass, the movements clearly getting him off. He still didn’t budge, instead hooking a finger on the strap of your blouse and tugging it off the way slowly before kissing the area. 

Your moans were breathy, as if you were a fish out of water, your hand reaching back to brush Brahim’s hair out of the way, his light beard tickling the back of your shoulder. You could also feel his hand sliding down your torso, his ring and middle finger soon finding a home at your throbbing clit. You noticed through almost closed eyes that Jude licked his lips and slid another digit in, picking up the pace. 

“You like that, princesa? Wanna cum?” Brahim brushed your hair back. You did your best to affirm between babbles, but the built up was rapid and dangerous. “You can do it, you’re so good for us.” Jude confirmed with praise, and you couldn’t have stopped the orgasm even if you wanted to. Your moans filled up the space, legs trembling as they both slowed down and worked you through it. 

Jude took his fingers out and started licking them, never breaking eye contact. Instead, he reached out to pull you into a kiss. His hand cupped your jaw with ease, as you sloppily made out. You could taste yourself in his tongue, “What a pretty mess we have here.” He stroked your cheekbone as the car came to a halt. The driver simply left the vehicle and both men checked through the tinted foggy windows their surroundings. They were at the hotel they requested, at the underground parking level that looked as though no one had been there in years. 

Perfect. 

You came to the same conclusion they did, now pulling Jude back into a kiss, your hands unbuttoning his shirt. But at the same time you reached back and pulled Brahim closer to do the same, with a bit of his help. Jude watched as you cupped his boner through the dress pants, letting a small surprised groan. He’d been so busy pleasuring you he didn’t realize how needy he was himself. 

“I want to taste you.” Brahim whispered in your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine. Trying to think of an arrangement, an idea quickly rose to your head before it was occupied with the toned bodies of the shirtless men on either side of you. “You will, I promise,” You gave him a peck before giving your attention back to Jude, kissing down his torso as you got on your knees still on the car seat. 

You heard Brahim sigh as you unbuttoned the other’s pants, Jude himself helping you lower his underwear to give his hard cock some space to breathe. You didn’t waste any time, licking the pre-cum that rolled down the tip before wrapping your hand around the girth and stroking it shortly. It didn’t take long for you to slowly slide it inside your mouth, Jude’s hand reaching to rest on the crown of your head with a groan leaving his lips. 

Brahim didn’t seem to want to interrupt your work, but as you got into it, you felt the familiar hook of his fingers; this time around the waistband of your panties. He slid them down before a thumb stroked down your wet slit. But the slow-paced affections didn’t last long as he pressed his flat tongue to pick up all the slick and go straight to town on you. You started to struggle keeping your mouth and hand at a good pace, moans muffled with the thick cock stuffed in your mouth. 

“Don’t stop,” Jude warned between groans, the grip in your hair tightening. The oral fixation seemed to be pushing him over the edge, in the same situation you found yourself in. 

That was, until Brahim stopped. 

You couldn’t even find the time to complain, to ask him for more; some shuffling filling the suffocating air before a leaking tip grazed your sloppy slit, all soaked with your arousal. You arched your back, pushing back against the friction. Both men snickered between themselves, Brahim still teasing you with the tip of his hard dick. 

“You really want it, don’t you?” He cooed, his teasing actions still going further by pushing himself onto your entrance, but never making it fully inside. Instead of responding, you concentrated on giving your best affections, catching him off guard. 

“Bro— fuck, do it.” Jude gave him the approval, clearly taking your enthusiasm into his pleasure as encouragement for the other man to satisfy you. Brahim sighed, lining himself properly with your entrance before burying his length inside you. 

The groans that came out of your throat were gutural, full of lust. “You feel so good…” He exclaimed, throwing his head back, still getting used to the feel. He wasn’t the lengthiest, but the sheer girth made up for it. His hands gripped hard on the dough of your hips, tightening as he bounced your body against his in the same fashion you were doing earlier at the club. 

You couldn’t help but arch your back even lower, doing your best to continue with your hard labor as Brahim set a relentless pace. You’d come to notice he was the most anxious one, yearning to take you as yours. But it seemed to be rubbing off on the other man, his long fingers gripping your hair with certain force. He thrusted hard enough to rock the car at the movement of his hips, enough to have Jude controlling your mouth, choking on his length. 

The scene was straight out of the craziest adult film, but you knew that if you weren’t the one experiencing it, it wouldn’t be as hot. “Cum, baby. Come on.” Brahim encouraged, smacking your ass loudly; you were so fixated on pleasing the other man you didn’t even realize how close you were to your second release of the night. It knocked the air out of your lungs, saliva stuck with a guttural groan as the sensitive tip hit the back of your throat. 

“Squeeze my cock like that— mierda, así, yes!” You could make out from riding down the tidal wave your orgasm brought, still stroking Jude’s cock while you took a breather to let out all the scandalous moans, letting the small tears run and ruin your mascara a little. 

By the stutter on Brahim’s hips you noticed he was going to finish right then and there, only bouncing your hips back in the same fashion you were doing in no less than half an hour ago at the dance floor.

It took him a moment to recover, heavy breathing overshadowing the sloppy blowjob. He pulled out, looking back to watch the cum dripping out your whole. “Jude,” Brahim looked at him with a heavy breath. “Look at this. Look how perfect our pussy looks pumped of my cum,” 

You whined at the sheer force the Spanish national manhandled you to show you off like a prize, and with this new angle you noticed a hint of pride in his voice. Jude’s seeming examination took a moment, even though you could hear the slick noise your leftover saliva made as he stroked his cock. 

“I think it’s missing something…” Jude pondered, rising to his knees before pushing himself inside you. With a loud moan of surprise your knees couldn’t hold anymore, collapsing onto your stomach. Your head rested on Brahim’s thick thigh, and he soothed you through the first few instances with praise. Now it was his turn to be the doting one, brushing your hair back and talking you through it. “You’re taking it so well.” 

“Suck him off, babe. He’s getting hard for witnessing how much of a good pretty slut you are for us,” Jude ordered, pulling your hips back up to pound into you shamelessly. The command wasn’t a problem, mind so cockdrunk you could do whatever they asked of you. 

Jude still helped you up so you could get to the task at hand, but Brahim dipped lower to link his lips with yours tenderly, contrasting the constant sound of skin coming into contact. As you made out, you took the chance to stroke his cock, still soaked with your fluids. He seemed to be melting onto the seat, still sensitive from the previous orgasm. Breaking away and trying to manage your moans as best as you could, your tongue licked up the prominent vein up the underside, before wrapping your lips around the soft tip. 

You fluttered your lashes up at him, finding him cute with his parted lips. But it was Jude who picked your hair back and motivated you straight into the action, sounds of pleasure now coming from both men. Brahim writhed under you, while Jude had you squirming. 

“Ah, fuck, fuck,” Jude whined, trying to finish on the same pace but being unable to do so. Your walls squeezed him dry deliciously, and he leaned to press his chest against your back to reach around and draw circular motions on your overstimulated clit. “Just one more, okay baby? You can do it,” He encouraged, at the same time you tore yourself away from blowing Brahim to breathe and moan out freely. 

“Perfect girl,” Brahim cooed as Jude slowed down, helping you ride down the wave your release represented. Jude pulled out, now standing back to admire his load leaking straight out of you. But now it was his turn to help you onto his lap, holding you close. 

“You did so well,” Jude hummed, caressing your cheeks, cleaning the dried mascara. Brahim scooted over, brushing your hair back with his hands and pressing the tiniest, most playful kisses over your bare shoulders. With a gentle hand, Jude turned your head in his direction and locked his lips with your own, slightly swollen and adapting a redder tone. It was tender, calm. Brahim followed, matching the same energy. 

It was strange how both men had that duality to them; going from being completely hands on and greedy with your body, to soothing you with the sweetest touches. “We didn’t even make it to the hotel room…” You joked, the two of them joining in the lazy laugh. 

“It’s barely one in the morning.” Brahim brushed his nose against your cheek, in the same way he demanded a kiss earlier. You noticed him and Jude shared a look before looking back at you. 

“Round two?” They proposed in unison. Still, their voices and expressions didn’t give any hint of obligation, just curiosity. You knew you could reject them and they would understand completely. 

And that only captivated you further. 

“Round two.” You confirmed with a nod and a wink, getting yourself together to at least spend a minute or so at the hotel lobby. As you all entered and confirmed the booking, it seemed that their infatuation with you only grew; Brahim couldn’t tear himself away from your side while Jude couldn’t stop looking back at you with a certain glimmer in his eyes. 

You knew this was bound to be a long night. The biggest comfort though? That you knew you were going to wake up the next morning held securely by two pairs of strong arms.

[forzarma]

I have a lil vini idea🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Being Jude’s holder sister and having to tell him you and vini are dating (maybe he catches you and vini kiss😧)

heart to heart

Pairing: vini jr x fem!reader x brother!jude

author’s note: heyy, i hope you like this girl🙏🏼

Vini was one of the most teammates Jude was close with, but there was another person Vini was close with.

You, Jude’s older sister.

You began dating Vini behind Jude’s back, and no one knew about your relationship but you two.

And it was all fun and games until one time you went on a date somewhere private, or at least that’s what y’all thought.

But there was a certain fan who took a picture of you kissing and posted it.

The picture went obviously viral all over social media.

You didn’t know about the pic until in the morning when you woke up and Jude was sitting on the kitchen counter scrolling through Instagram.

“Is there something you would like to tell me?” Jude asked, looking up from his phone.

“No, why?” you said, confused.

He could see the confusion on your face.

“Well, explain this then,” he showed you the picture of you and Vini on Twitter.

Your face went pale, and your heart was racing; you didn’t even know what you would say to him.

“Hmm?” he hummed.

“Well- we are dating,” you said while stuttering.

“I promise I was going to tell you; I was just not ready,” you said nervously.

“But when did you guys start dating?” Jude said while looking at you.

“Three months ago,” you said back.

“THREE MONTHS AGO, OH MY DAYS,” he replied, shocked.

“Yeah,” that’s all you could say.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to react like this, but I just wish you would’ve told me,” Jude said.

“I’m very happy for you; I just don’t want you to get your heart broken by him, you know how he is,” he added.

You smiled at him and hugged him, telling him you love him.

But you know for sure Jude probably threatened Vini in the locker room to not break your heart or else.

Jude was also quite jealous of Vini now because you wear Vini’s jersey to home matches and not his.

[roomselfcontain2]

Standard pop federal light chamber and hall click here spacious Selfcontain single 1 room to rent affordable home pay and parking immediately located at elelenwo area of portharcourt city rivers state Nigeria

[lewisvinga]

happier than ever | jude bellingham x fem! fcb femeni! reader

summary; who knew barcelona femeni’s squad was protective after finding out who y/n was dating

face claim; salma paralluelooooo

warnings; cursing , chaos

all works taglist; @goldenmclaren @namgification @c-losur3 @minkyungseokie @lavisenri @ollieshifts

note; requested ! now this one , i like it🙂‍↕️ salma is soooo gorgeous it makes me forget shes a barca player 😞

masterlist !

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yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; good morning 😴] [caption 2; he says this is the best breakfast ?]

alexiaputellas …..

alexiaputellas who. is. he.

marialeonn16 who the FUCK is that

marialeonn16 it better not be who i think it is

marialeonn16 ANSWER MEEEEEEEE

ingrid_engen whatever makes u happy❤️

ingrid_engen THIS IS MAPI ANSWER ME NOW.

ingrid_engen Y/NNNNNN

ingrid_engen ignore mapi 🙏

patri8guijarro ???😀😀😀

vickyylopezz._ you’re dead amiga

yourusername oh i know 😕

judebellingham who is that sexy fella

yourusername told you to put a shirt on so my teammates wouldn’t go crazy but noooooo u had to show off ur abs😒

judebellingham i didn’t see you complaining🙄🙄

yourusername yeah but now mapi and alexia are spamming my phone 🥱

judebellingham do they know it’s me?

yourusername they know i’m dating someone but mapi keeps censoring words , i don’t know 🤷‍♀️

judebellingham i say hard launch

yourusername u want my teammates to kill u???

judebellingham idk i got a brahim w me

yourusername if he can’t protect u from my teammates then that’s on u

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judebellingham: well you’re a lovely lady, aren’t you

yourusername:🥰🥰

marialeonn16: don’t speak abt my y/n like that.

yourusername: mapi….

judebellingham: crazy but she’s in my bed rn

yourusername: JUDE????

marialeonn16: ?!’alxoqifksofo829399&&

alexiaputellas: i taught you better than this…

yourusername: who am i to deny my desires😞

aitanabonmati: YOU’RE LIKE 12??

yourusername: i’m 19 actually and taller than u

aitanabonmati: so he’s dating someone younger 🤨

judebellingham: by a few months 🤷‍♀️

alexiaputellas: u weren’t invited into this convo

username: the chaos in the comment section is KILLINGGGG ME😭🤣

username: jude has a gf🕊️

username: OH WHAT APOWER COUPLE

username: real madrid’s starboy and barcelona’s stargirl dating was nawt on my bingo card tbh 🙂‍↕️

username: wait…. i’m loving this 🤭

username: SHE LOOKS SOOOO GOOD

username: yall think she was at the ucl final??

patri8guijarro: no.

judebellingham: yes and she wore my jersey😁

aitanabonmati: ?????????????????????

ingrid_engen: y/n plz ignore any call u get from mapi🙏 she will calm down soon enough

marialeonn16: NO ANSWER ME😠

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judebellingham: la vida 😴

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judebellingham: te quiero🤍

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username: SHES SO CUTEEEE

username: i love them ur honor

olgacarmona7: bienvenida a la familia ??

alexiaputellas: no.

judebellingham: SI.

marialeonn16: YOU DON’T KNOW SPANISH🤬

judebellingham: ur star girl is teaching me tho

yourusername: still trying to make him say visca barca but it’s not working 😕

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username: everytime i see jude or y/n post each other im ready for the fcb fem team to be chaotic in the comments😭

lucybronze: i’ll let it slide this time

ona.batlle: we don’t do that here☝️

keirawalsh: but he’s english??

yourusername: you girls are so dramatic 😒

vinijr: 👀👀

camavinga: 🤫🤫

brahim: 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

judebellingham: 😁😁

marialeonn16: what does this mean.

yourusername: mapi LEAVE???

alexiaputellas: this is some secret real madrid code. marisabel_rguez what are they saying 😒

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username: the contrast of the comments section on ig compared to twitter is hilarious 😭

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judebellingham: better when i’m w you😍😍

judebellingham: i love you te quiero mucho

judebellingham: i have the best gf itw

judebellingham: y/n l/n is my girlfriend guys

judebellingham: i am the luckiest man ever

yourusername:STOP i love you🥹

judebellingham: I LOVE YOU

alexiaputellas: 😒😒😒

yourusername: i’m telling on u rn btw

marialeonn16: damage control🥱

yourusername: ingrid_engen

marialeonn7: THATS NOT FAIR

username: jude is such a simp omg🥹

username: hes js like me fr

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username: screaming crying throwing up

marialeonn16: cute.

yourusername: thank u ingrid

ingrid_engen: 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

alexiaputellas: as long as you’re happy, nena ❤️

yourusername: gracias olga

olgarios:😁

vickyylopezz._: SIMP

yourusername: oh shut up🙄

aitanabonmati: ok then… whatever makes you happy

judebellingham: i makes her happy😁

keirawalsh: hey don’t push it 🙄

username: the way they’re dominating football rn, dare i say mini goats 🤭

username: MIS AMORES😭❤️‍🩹

[cosmicpearlz]

fragile hearts

summary: two public figures that try to navigate their relationship with such hectic schedules. at some point, it was bound to come crashing down, right?

pairing: jude bellingham x singer!reader

valentine's day, cryin' in the hotel

i know you didn't mean to hurt me,

so i kept it to myself.

-

meeting jude had been a complete accident. you had a show in madrid, causing some of the players from real madrid to go. he happened to be one of them, along with vinicius, brahim and eduardo. naturally, you invited them backstage because you were a fan of the well-known football team. jude couldn't take his eyes off of you. memorized by the way you performed on stage. the confidence that flowed from you with every word you sang.

it's been a year since you first met. being boyfriend and girlfriend hasn't always been easy, because of the fact that you guys have to do long distance but you made it work.

"baby!" you yelled across the house, rushing to find jude. you found him sitting on the bed, watching tv. he looks up towards the door when you came running in.

"what's going on sunshine?" you jumped on him and hugged him tightly. jude chuckles, while wrapping his arms around you just as tight.

"i was just asked to perform in barcelona! they have a festival going on and want me to perform."

"that's amazing baby. when is it?"

"on the fourteenth." jude's eyebrows furrowed.

"on valentines day?"

"yeah."

"i have a match that day. you said you would come." he slowly removing his arms from around your waist. you tilt your head in confusion and sit up in his lap.

"i didn't think it would be a problem. i'm at almost all of your matches."

"why didn't you ask?"

"why do i have to? this is huge for my career for them to even want me there."

jude taps your leg gently, making you get out of his lap. in a way, you felt hurt. this was suppose to be a happy moment for you and your boyfriend wasn't being as supportive.

"well congratulations i guess," he grabs his phone and walks out. you sit there dumbfounded at his behavior. you would've never treated him like that. why couldn't he be supportive of this great opportunity?

-

the days leading up to the date were quiet. it was like a switch flipped off in jude. you guys went from spending pretty much every waking moment together to not even having a conversation that lasted more than five minutes. feeling like strangers rather than boyfriend and girlfriend.

you woke up before jude, knowing he had to leave early and decided to cook him breakfast for valentine's day as a surprise. cooking everything you knew he liked and plated it nicely. you almost couldn't contain the smile that was forming on your face. awkward phase or not, jude was the love of your life and that wasn't going to change.

"good morning baby! happy valentine's day," you walked in the room, finding him siting up against the headboard. you handed him one of the plates and sat across from him on the bed.

"happy valentine's day m'love. thank you for breakfast," jude leans forward and places kisses to your cheek and lips.

"i wanted to do something special for you. oh, plus, i have another surprise for you after my set." the boy's mood was quick to turn sour once again.

"I have my match, remember? oh yeah, you don't care enough to remember."

"jude," you sighed and placed your plate in your lap. "your match is at 10 am and then my set is at 6 pm."

"why can't you come to the match then?"

"they want me there early. i'm sorry babe."

"yeah whatever," he goes to eating the rest of his breakfast in silence.

"please don't spend the rest of our morning like this." you were met with silence, leaving you no choice but to wallow in it. "can you come to my set?" you quietly asked, hoping the answer would be yes even though he's upset. you guys were each others good luck charm.

"we'll see."

"jude, please don't be like that."

"i said, i'll see if i can make it. i don't know what you want me to say," he gets out of bed and makes his way to the kitchen. leaving you behind with a ache in your chest.

"i just wanted you to say that you'll be there," mumbling to yourself, you get up and follow him to the kitchen. jude stood over the sink washing the dishes that was left from you cooking. you slide your plate and fork in the sink, wrapping your arms around his waist after.

"if you can't make it, i understand. just please come to the hotel that my team has me in. i really do have a surprise for you."

"okay." you placed a kiss to his shoulder blade and unwrapped yourself from him, giving him space.

-

you were buzzing for the rest of the day. excited that your boyfriend's team won the match and this was your first time performing in barcelona. you texted jude, congratulating him on the win. as you were getting dressed, you were hoping that jude would be there in the crowd. especially since madrid was only a six hour drive away from barcelona.

"you ready rockstar?" you excitedly nodded at your manger kate. she gave you a high five and patted your back. you gave her one last smile, before letting the stage production guide you to the stage.

"hello barcelona! thank you, thank you, thank you for inviting me to play," the screams from the crowd making your heart warm. "i'm so excited to play for you all. let's get started, yeah?"

jude watched as you danced around the stage. it reminded him of the first time you guys met. he always loved seeing you in your element. absolutely letting go and just being yourself, while you sang. the boy started to feel guilty about not being happy for you when you first told him the news. he was being petty and reminded himself to apologize when he sees you backstage.

"i love you guys so much. thank you for being here and inviting me! goodnight barcelona," you blew a kiss and waved, as you walked off the stage.

there jude stood with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. you jumped into his arms, pulling him down into a tight hug. he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist.

"you did so good baby. i'm unbelievably proud of you."

"i can't believe you made it."

"i was dick but i could never miss this moment. love seeing you on stage," jude places kisses all over of your face, causing you to giggle uncontrollably. you pushed his head away and smiled.

"i still have a surprise for you! we should get going."

"after you m'lady," jude dramatically bows as you lead the way. you were excited to finally have a conversation that lasted more than five minutes. going back to the way you guys were before.

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"okay, so i worked really hard on this. i wanted to do this as a 'i'm sorry for missing your match'. i really hope you like-" you were cut off by jude's phone ringing. he took the phone out of his pocket and answered it immediately.

"nah, I'm not busy at all," your brows furrowed hearing him say that. it felt like a punch to your gut. as if you weren't showing him the surprise you had been planing for weeks. it takes a couple minutes before he gets off the phone.

"i'm sorry babe, i have to go."

"what?"

"the team wanted to go out to celebrate the win. i'll be back before midnight. i love you," jude kissed your lips and then moved to place one to your forehead as well. he was already walking away before you could get another word in. sighing to yourself, you walked into your hotel room.

you had the room decorated with balloons and rose petals everywhere. figuring that because it was valentine's day, he deserved something nice. instead, you were in the room alone. hoping that he'll be back before midnight like he promised.

-

he wasn't there. didn't answer a text message nor any of your calls. you waited, watching the time go by quickly. this was enough to make you question your relationship. jude was usually really good with his promises. did he do this on purpose because you missed the match?

"happy valentine's day jude," you whisper to yourself, drinking from the bottle of champagne you bought for your shared time together.

you silently cried to yourself as you watched the clock hit one o'clock in the morning. you felt so alone and unwanted. jude would rather spend time with his teammates than his own girlfriend. maybe the long distance wasn't working for him anymore. maybe he was still being petty. all you knew was that you were hurt. even crying didn't ease the pain that lingered in your chest.

[rudyswhore]

heyyyy!!

your fics are🔛🔝

But anyway i wanted to ask if you could do a fic about singer!reader and jude bellingham and reader mentions her love life which is clearly about jude in her newest song and fans from jude and reader go wild over the internet

Love you x

hii! thank youu and yes ofc !!

jude bellingham x female singer!reader

social media au!!!

fc; sabrina carpenter

a/n; thank u smm

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ynusername happy birthday to my favourite person ever 🥹 @ynbestfriend

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user07 @judebellingham whachu over here being messy fo???

judebellingham

judebellingham 🤏

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brahim Jude 🫲🫱

brahim My bro

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user66 Y/N/L who is this about!!!!

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ynusername happy anniversary sweetheart 🥹🫶

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user93 WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED.

ynbestfriend MY LOVERGIRL💔💔 im gonna get you back @judebellingham

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↪️ judebellingham 😱😱😱💔💔💔😭😭😭

user78 oh I KNEW IT.

vinijr Que idiota es😒 (What an idiot he is)

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user07 they're so cute together :(

user45 bye they seem so happy

user22 no esperaba esto de Jude... (i wasn't expecting this from Jude)

↪️ camavinga cierra la puta boca (shut the fck up)

judebellingham

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[drowning-in-paragraphs]

RECKLESS

a/n: requests are open!

jude bellingham x gf!readerfootballer

warnings: it´s suuuper long, a bit angsty and the reader has CIPA.

summary: the mix of your clumsiness, your condition and your stubbornness are driving your boyfriend, Jude crazy. After a serious injury during a match, tensions flare as his protectiveness clashes with your determination.

It was a typical day at the training ground for Jude Bellingham. The buzz of excitement around Real Madrid´s latest match win lingered in the air as the team went through their drills, but his mind wasn´t entirely focused. It was elsewhere, back home, with you.

You were supposed to meet him after yours and his training, and like always, Jude couldn´t wait. Ever since you two had started dating, he´d always found himself thinking about you during the most mundane moments of his day—how you´d smile when he´d joke about anything, the way your eyes lit up when he spoke about his passions, and even when you´d roll your eyes whenever he playfully teased you.

But lately, something else had been on his mind.

"Hey, Bellingham, you alright?" Brahim´s voice pulled him back to reality. He shook shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts away.

"Yeah, yeah. Just... thinking."

Luka, who was near them, raised an eyebrow, and Brahim decided not to press any further. Everyone on the team had noticed that Jude had been a little off for the past few weeks. It wasn´t something major, but subtle things—he´d had a hard time until he focused, and he´d be constantly glancing at his phone, as if waiting for some sort of update. The captain had learned not to pry too much, but as they jogged off the field, Luka gave him a pat on the back.

Jude sighed. He knew exactly why he couldn´t get you off his mind. It was the bruises.

At first, he thought it was just a few clumsy accidents. You always were the type to bump into things—doorframes, tables, chairs that you´d swear hadn´t been there a minute ago... It was endearing in a way, your natural clumsiness, but it also terrified him.

The extent of the bruises, wounds, or sometimes cuts, were usually too significant for you to ignore. At first you joked around, really thinking you had some sort of “superpower or superstrength” because you didn’t even realize it or feel pain, but one day, after cutting yourself trying to cook, you both realized that you didn’t feel anything at all.

Jude insisted you go to the doctor. There, you were given a diagnosis that, coupled with your natural clumsiness, had your boyfriend worried sick the whole time.

The thing about you was that you didn´t just bruised easily—you never felt the ache. You had CIPA, which was a rare condition where you couldn´t feel physical pain, no matter how severe the injury. You could trip, fall, even break a bone, and you wouldn´t even flinch. And while you took it in stride, laughing it off most of the time, Jude wasn´t so easily comforted.

He remembered the first he´d recognized the severity of it. You had shown up to his place with a bruise the size of an apple on your thigh and hadn´t even realized it was there until he pointed it out.

"Babe, it´s just a bruise," you´d said, laughing it off.

"You really don´t feel that? It looks bad," Jude had pressed, his voice laced with worry.

"Nope," you had replied with a shrug. "Perks of the condition, I guess."

But Jude didn´t see it as a perk. He saw it as dangerous. What if something worse happened and you didn´t even know? What if you hurt yourself badly, and by the time someone noticed, it was too late?

And now, it seemed like every time he saw you, there was a new injury. Sometimes on your arms, other times on your knees, and you always had the explanation: "I just bumped into something, no big deal."

However, he wouldn't calm down until he saw you and made sure you hadn't crashed into a table that day.

That afternoon, as training wrapped up, Jude´s phone buzzed with a text from you: "See you in 30 at your place?" He smiled at the message but quickly sobered when he imagined what new mark he might see today.

When you arrived at his apartment, you were greeted with his warm embrace and a kiss on the forehead. But as soon as he pulled back, his eyes darted to your body, scanning you.

"What´s this?" he asked, gently running his fingers over the small purple bruise on your elbow.

You sighed, recognizing the tone in his voice. "Jude, it´s nothing. I just bumped into a cabinet this morning. You know how I am."

"Yeah, but... babe, you´re covered in scratches, bruises and cuts all the time," he said, frustration creeping into his voice. "You can´t keep brushing it off like this."

"I have to brush it off because it´s not a big deal," you said, pulling your arm away from his touch. "I don´t feel it. It´s just part of living with CIPA."

Jude´s jaw tightened. "But you can´t feel when something´s wrong. That´s what scares me."

"I´m careful!" you protested, though you knew deep down that that wasn´t entirely true. You tried to be careful, but your clumsiness combined with your condition meant accidents were inevitable. Still, Jude´s constant worrying was starting to wear on you. "You´re always hovering, Jude. Lately, I can´t even walk around without you asking me if I´m okay."

"Because I care about you," he said, his voice rising with exasperation. "Do you know how hard it is to watch the person you love get hurt and not even realize it?"

Your chest tightened. You hated seeing him like this, but you also hated being treated like you were fragile. "Jude, I´m not made of glass."

"No, but you could seriously hurt youself, and you wouldn´t even know it!"

You crossed your arms, frustration bubbling up inside you. "I don´t need you to baby me. I´m fine. I´ve been living with this my whole life. Just because I now have a diagnosis doesn't mean I'm suddenly unable to take care of myself."

But Jude wasn´t letting it go. "You say that, but every time I see you, there´s something new. What if one day it´s not just a bruise, huh? What if you break something and don´t notice? Or worse?"

"I would notice, Jude!" you shot back, your voice cracking slightly. "I´m not reckless."

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room. "You don´t get it. I see these marks, and it just... it scares me. It makes me think I´m not doing enough to protect you."

Your heart should´ve softened a bit at that, but the weight of his protectiveness was beginning to feel like a cage. "I don´t need protecting, Jude. I need you to trust that I can handle myself."

He stopped pacing and looked at you, his eyes pleading. "You can´t."

For the next few days, the tension between the two of you hung in the air, and in an attemp to ease Jude´s worries, you started hiding the bruises. You wore long sleeves, pulled your socks up higher to cover the marks on your legs, concealer for the more noticeable spots, and became more concious about how you presented yourself around him. It wasn´t like you were trying to lie to Jude; you just wanted to avoid another argument. You thought it was working. That things were getting better.

That was until an incident during your training. The match was near and you´d been pushing yourself hard, trying to keep up with your personal goals, when you took a bad fall. Of course you didn´t even realize anything was wrong until one of your teammates pointed out later in the changing room.

You had look at it, but decided that it wasn’t that bad to take care of, and now you were cooking dinner to surprise your boyfriend after his own training session.

He´d walked in, tired but smiling, and wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Smells amazing," he murmured.

You smiled, leaning into his warmth. "Just wait until you taste it."

But when his hands brushed against your sides, he froze, his fingers suddendly stopped tickling your skin and felt tense.

"Y/N..." His voice was sharp, and you knew immediately what was coming.

"What?" you asked, trying to keep your voice light as you stirred the pot in front of you.

He pulled back just enough to spin you around to face him, his hands sliding under your shirt to reveal the large scratch and bruise on your ribs. It was deep purple, spreading across your side.

"What the hell is this?" he demanded, his tone a mixture of anger and fear.

You winced—not from pain, but from the look on his face. You hadn´t even realized the bruise was that bad.

"I...I fell during training," you stammered. "It´s fine, Jude, it´s not a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" His voice rose, panic edging into it. "This is exactly what I´ve been talking about! You didn´t even notice!"

"Because it doesn´t hurt!" you argued, frustration creeping up your skin. "Jude, I can´t help it. I don´t feel pain like you do. I´m not going to feel every little thing."

"That's the—," he began, trying to calm himself down so he wouldn't scream, but that didn´t work. "That's the problem!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the kitchen walls. "You don´t feel it, and you´re not being careful, you keep getting hurt. And I can´t keep watching you like this, wondering if one day it´ll be worse than a bruise or a scrape."

"Stop!" you shouted back, your patience snapping. "You treat me like I´m going to break!"

For a moment, the only sound in the room was both of your breathing heavily, staring at each other. His eyes were wild with anger, and you felt the weight of his words hanging heavy between you.

But deep down, you knew he was right. You weren't taking care of yourself, and you had been lucky that you hadn't been severely hurt yet. You thought about him being freshly injured every day, and your heart sank.

"I’m sorry," you admitted. "You’re right."

He looked at you with an expression that was a mix of worry and frustration. He was angry and most likely needed some time to cool down. "You can't keep going like this. You have to prioritize yourself or I think I'll go crazy."

You watched him, a mix of gratitude and defiance swirling inside you. Clearly, Jude meant well, but the thought of listening to him felt like a loss of control over your own autonomy. You took a deep breath, pushing aside the surge of vulnerability. “I’m fine,” you said firmly, holding his gaze. “I need you to trust me.” And with that, you turned slightly and continued with dinner.

The next day, the sun was high, casting its warmth across the Real Madrid Femenino stadium as you laced up your boots in the locker room. Game day always came with a rush of excitement, and you thrived in the electric atmosphere that football brought to your life. As a midfielder for Real Madrid’s women’s team, you were used to the pressure, the intensity, and the speed of the game. It was your passion, and nothing could keep you off that pitch.

Jude had been to countless matches of yours before, watching from the stands with pride. Today was no different. He had been in the crowd since the warm-up, watching your every move, but he was already tense. After your constants discussions he watched with a little bit of worry, but you were good at compartmentalizing your life on the pitch. Here, you were a footballer. The rest? That could wait until after the final whistle.

When the whistle blew to start the game, you felt the familiar surge of adrenaline as the ball moved fluidly between your teammates. Everything was going smoothly until about the 70th minute, when the pace of the game shifted. The opposing team was down by a goal, and they were getting desperate, pushing harder and playing rough.

It happened in an instant.

One moment, you were chasing down a loose ball, and the next, a defender from the opposing team came charging in too hard. You didn’t see her until it was too late. Her cleats collided with your leg, sending you sprawling onto the pitch. The impact was brutal, your body twisting awkwardly as you hit the ground. Blood immediately pooled from a deep gash along your shin, staining the grass beneath you.

But as always, you felt nothing. No pain. Just the rush of confusion and the startled gasps from the crowd.

Jude was already standing in the stands, his heart pounding in his chest as he saw you lying on the ground, bleeding from your wound. He started to complain as the rest of the stands, filled with family members of your teammates that yelled as well. He felt his throat close up, helpless as he watched the medical team rush onto the field.

The referee blew the whistle to stop the game, and the medics were quick to assess the damage. But, of course, you were already pushing yourself up, brushing them off with a wave of your hand.

“I’m fine! I can keep playing,” you insisted, trying to shake them away.

One of the medics, a woman with furrowed brows and a calm but firm tone, knelt beside you. “Y/N, you’re bleeding. We need to take you off the pitch.”

But you were stubborn, standing up fully now, albeit wobbling slightly. “I’m fine. Let me keep playing. We only have 20 minutes left.”

Misa Rodríguez, your captain, approached, looking at you with a mixture of concern and disbelief. “You’re injured. Go inside, don´t worry, we got this.”

“I’m telling you, I’m fine!” you argued, frustration bubbling up inside you. You didn’t feel the pain, you didn’t feel anything, and you didn’t see the point in leaving the match. Your team needed you.

The referee shook his head. “You’re coming off. That’s final.”

You couldn’t help it—the anger got the better of you. “This is ridiculous! I can play! I’m not even in pain!”

It was then when the referee pulled out a red card, holding it up in your direction. The public gasped, and you stood there, stunned. You couldn’t believe it. You were being sent off—not for your injury, but for arguing.

The medical staff moved in quickly after that, no longer asking for your permission. They carried you off the pitch as you continued to protest, and the frustration burned in your chest.

Jude had been pacing for what felt like hours. As soon as he saw you bleeding, he’d practically jumped out of his seat, his anxiety skyrocketing. He knew how stubborn you were, how you didn’t feel pain, but this? This was something else. It was as if the last few weeks and the fights hadn’t meant anything. You weren’t just clumsy and stubborn anymore; you were downright masochistic and irresponsible. Jude was going out of his mind trying to think of the first thing to say, crossing his fingers that the impact wouldn’t be as strong as it seemed. He was really pissed off.

The second they took you into the medical room, he’d rushed down from the stands, demanding to know what was happening, practically climbing the walls of the stadium with worry. He didn’t care that the game was still going on, didn’t care about anything except getting to you.

When he finally found you in the medical room, sitting on the exam table with a bandage wrapped around your leg, he felt a mixture of relief and frustration flood through him.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Jude practically burst through the door, his voice sharp with panic.

You looked up, startled by the intensity in his voice. “Don´t worry. It’s just a cut.” And you tried to smile, maybe that could calm him down.

“A cut?” he echoed, his voice rising. “You were bleeding all over the pitch, Y/N! And you wanted to keep playing?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to stay steady, but his frustration was starting to grate on you. “I didn’t feel it, okay? I wasn’t in pain. I could’ve finished the game.”

Jude ran a hand through his hair, pacing the small room. “What? Are you serious right now?”

You sunk in the stretcher. “Jude, I’m a footballer. Injuries happen. It’s part of the game.”

He stopped pacing and turned to face you, his eyes full of desperation. He was going to say something, but before that, you interrupted him.

Your chest tightened at his eyes. But still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was overreacting. “I get it, Jude, I do. But you can’t keep freaking out every time something happens to me. I know my limits.”

“Do you?” Jude shot back, his voice harsh. “Because it doesn’t feel like it. You’re so focused on proving that you’re fine that you don’t realize how dangerous this is. You should have stopped the game. You should’ve let them take care of you, but instead, you’re arguing with the ref like it’s nothing! Every single footballer knows that when blood is spilled, they should go to be taken care of.”

You stood up, despite the medics telling you to sit down. “Jude, I can handle myself!” you insisted, your voice rising above the chaos of the field outside.

“Handling yourself doesn’t mean ignoring common sense,” he shot back, frustration lacing his words. "You’re not invincible. You’ve got to understand that. I love you, I can´t keep seeing you injured. I can´t. Please, Y/N."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. For a moment, you were silent, staring at him, trying to find the right response. You’d always been independent, ever since your diagnosis you had brushed off your condition as something you could manage on your own. But Jude wasn’t just worried for the sake of it—he was scared. Scared of losing you, of seeing you hurt without being able to do anything about it.

“I...” you started, but the words caught in your throat. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”

Jude stepped closer, his voice softening slightly, though the worry still lingered. “I know you want to keep playing, and I know you’re strong. But you can’t keep acting like you’re invincible. If you keep being reckless, something might happen and that terrifies me.”

You lowered your gaze, feeling the weight of his words. “I’m sorry,” you finally said, your voice quieter now. “I just... I didn’t want to scare you. I love you.”

Jude sighed, stepping forward to gently cup your face in his hands, his thumb brushing your cheek. “I love you too. I need you to be safe.”

You nodded, feeling the tension between you finally begin to ease. “I’ll try to be more careful. I promise.”

Jude pressed a kiss to your forehead, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "Thank you." He kissed you again. "Now, let´s get this healed."

[libraryofloveletters]

Hiya!! Absolutely adore your work could i request singer!reader x jude bellingham 🧡 keep up the good work!

thank you so much!! // all pictures are from pinterest and/or instagram

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ynfan12: IS THIS A JUDE BELLINGHAM Y/N L/N HARD LAUNCH !!!1!!!!1!!!!!!111111!1!1!!

user10: love madrid or jude? 🤨

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judeybear: omg omg omg omggggg jude had a girlfriend ??? how will I be his wag now😫

↪️youruser: sorry bestie, judey bear is mine <3

user5: JUDE AND Y/N??? THAT WAS NOT ON MY 2024 BINGOOOOO OMG!!

judebellingham: already miss you ❤️

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vinijr: Heyyyyy JUDEEE

user4: JUDEEEEEE BELLINGOALLLLLL 

brahim: The boy 🔥🤍

youruser: proud of you ❤️ 

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[moonystoes]

Who? - Elisa De Almeida x singer!reader

summary: when the public thinks y/n is dating a football player... a male player. Inspired by this

A/n: this shit made me wanna kms. i really thought social media au would be easier since it's not writing. but holy shit editing this was ass. also the fact that it took me around 10 hours yesterday only?? and 138 pictures. but lowkey... making fake beef and conversations was kinda fun lol.

warning: nothing, but this is the first time i made a social media au so it may be bad...and the quality of these screenshots are shit. also...I worked really hard editing the time of those screenshots (except the second one... i forgot) they will help you understand the timeline. I recommend reading this in white mode so the tweets can look smoother.

face claim :@itsouidad on instagram

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y/nl/n smiles and preparations, 2 days until I meet you guys 🫶(also happy new years lollll 😭😭)

احبكم كثيرررر 🩷🇶🇦

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user1 IS THAT SOUQ WAQIF???? GUYS KILL ME SHE WAS RIGHT AROUND ME AND MY BLIND ASS DIDNT SEEEE 😭😭😭💔💔

user2 wait they allow women to not wear the scarf there?

↳ user3 @User2 girl what?? yes tf, get out of the propaganda ffs

ayanakamura_officiel ohh la laaa

↳ y/nl/n @Ayanakamura_officiel 💍 yes or no?

↳ user3 @y/nl/n lmfaoooo y/n keeps forgetting shes famous now

y/nbiggestfan awhhh how is it babee?

↳ y/nl/n @y/nbiggestfan everyone is so sweet and generous 🤧🥹🥹, i can't wait to meet yall

y/nupdates have fun sweetie!! enjoy it

↳ y/nl/n @y/nupdates thank you Emi 🫶

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jackie_groenen_14 always learning with the girls, it was nice to have some special days with my 2nd fam ❤️💙

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y/nl/n what were you thinking in the 5th slide lolll

↳ jackie_groenen_14 @y/nl/n i thought you said it was cute :(((

↳username1 @jackie_groenen_14 im so confused how do they know each other

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elisadealmeida5 Great time together in doha 🇶🇦

Thanks for the amazing experience ✨️

@psg_feminines

@Visitqatar

@qatarcreates

@Qatarairways

#parissaintgermain #psg #paris

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_clarehunt 🥰🥰

jackie_groenen_14 baby ❤️

user54 تهبلللل اخخخخ

user42 lindaaaa😩

user11 who was she giggling with on the 5th pic ugh 😩😩

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y/nl/n thank you so much Qatar for this experience, too many pretty places my phone storage is gonna explode ☹️

Thank you @dohamusicfestival for this unforgettable moment, and to everyone involved (that old lady that was making Nutella bread in souq waqif, I will never forget you 👆)

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user5 you're always welcome back!💞💞

user3 maybe that girl on Twitter wasn't so blind... I swear it's the same place

↳ user1 @user3 babe that's The Pearl it's literally like number 1 on tourist attraction place

↳ user3 @user1 so? They could go together

↳ user1 @user3 I still don't understand the fascination of them going together, like she can have friends. I know she's antisocial and makes jokes about it but I promise she's not a baby 🙏🙏

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"can I get a kiss?" - fan of Elisa's

Elisa: "sorry, I'm not single sorry" 💔

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oh my god elisa speaks in English again! Does this confirm that our favorite football player is taken...or is she just saying that as the girl looks much younger? Who knows! I guess we have to wait till Eli confirms her relationship...video credits: @emiliaaa.zl 🤞❤️ #elisadealmeida #footballnews #psg #psgfeminines

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↳ user1 FUCK MY LIFE

↳ user2 she literally just confirmed it by saying she's not single 💀💀 do you want her to post a sloppy make out picture or what

↳user3 let me not just say anything...

↳user4 @user3 do you know who is the gf?

↳user3 @user4 nope I was just jealous 😁

fanofyn @ynupdates do you think it could be her?

↳ ynupdates @fanofyn y/n never said she's not single. And even if she is taken, there is barely any proof of it being Elisa 🤞

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User1 she couldn't think of a caption so she used emojis lol

↳ y/nl/n @User1 stop exposing me 😔

Besfriend can't believe you ditched me for this 💔💔

↳ y/nl/n @Bestfriend stopppp I asked you if you wanted to come 😭😭

Jackie_groenen_14 the sunglasses and the smile 😍😍

↳y/nl/n @jackie_groenen_14 shut up I'm blushing 🤚

User2 SHUT UP SHES WITH THAT PLAYER

↳user3 @User2 that place is very popular lol every rich person is there right now

↳user2 @User3 man I can't even be fucking delusional anymore without yall

↳user4 @User2 I believe you, they were posing the same way too ✊️

↳user2 @User4 WHAT THE HELL I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE THAT

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Y/nl/n good night and good win 🙏 Hala madrid 🤍

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User1 wait she's actually with brahim????

↳user2 @User1 I'd cry

User3 slut, only cares about players for money

↳user4 @User3 get a fucking life weirdo

User5 nooo the men found out about her :(( she will literally get hate on every post now

Bestfriend idgaf it's visca barca

↳ y/nl/n @Bestfriend babe... this isn't you 😔😔

user6 she's wearing a Spain shirt 👀

↳ user7 @User6 isn't brahim Moroccan?

↳user6 @User7 he's half Spanish, and before he got into the Moroccan team he wanted to play for the Spanish one but he wasn't good enough for them ig😬😬

User8 BABBYYYYY LOOK AT MY GIRL LIKE WOW

User9 awh she's so happy for her boyfriend ;((

User10 the last slide is brahim?

User11 awhh it's so cute how she's teaching him how to eat with his hand, but the food looks too hot tho 😭😭

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Y/nupdates_page GUYS KILL MEE Y/N JUST WENT LIVE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A YEAR!...but something happened in the end as you can see from this screen-recording.

Is Y/n dating Elisa? Or was it Brahim? The audio wasn't clear, and the camera wasn't showing the door properly either! But from the small corner... the person has the same features as both brahim and Elisa. Short brown hair and fair skin... it could be either. But it's 99% Brahim since y/n never made a statement that she likes women, and she did make a lot of... interesting tweets back in the day about brahim ifykyk 🙈🙈

#y/n #music #elisadealmeida

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user1 LMFAOOOO HER FACE

user2 idfc I'll stay delusional and pray it's Elisa

user3 wait what happened after this???

↳Y/nupdates_page @User3 she froze for 5 seconds, laughed, and then just ended it 😭😭 not even a fucking goodbye, she HATES us 😔💔💔

user4 noooo she's not single anymore💔 no more heartbroken depressing music

user5 wait who the fuck is Elisa and why does it feel like there is some inside joke that yall are hiding from me

↳Y/nupdates_page dw bae i got you, I made a post about the whole rumor a while ago 🫡

user6 HER SISTER LIKED IT

↳Y/nupdates_page @User6 she's probably sending it to the gc to laugh at her lmfao 💀💀

User7 #music ma'am are you that desperate for likes

↳Y/nupdates_page @User7 yes I'm an attention whore and the tag clearly worked.

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y/nl/n I'm so happy for my girlfriend ;((

eli, I'm so proud of you and I love you so much 🤎🤎

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elisadealmeida5 babbyyyy❤️❤️🥺🥺

↳y/nl/n @elisadealmeida5 ❤️🤎

user1 WHICH ONE OF YALL BITCHES CALLED ME DELUSIONAL

user2 it's actually insane how we knew about this from a random tweet damn

user3 brahim didn't like this post lolll

user4 that's a girl?

user5 damn she's hot as hell

user6 I get depressed thinking she's not single but I start crying in joy when I realize it's a woman

user7 awhh she used a brown heart emoji 🤎🥺🥺🥺

↳user8 @User7 what the fuck is that supposed to mean 💀💀

↳user7 @User8 y/n has a whole album called 'Brown Hearts' lol

user9 Elisa is not single :(((((

user10 wait are they together?

↳user11 @User10 well i tell you what Sherlock Holmes you are unbelievable

↳y/nsister @User11 LMFAOAOAO

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i want to thank @thinkingaboutjaedyn for showing ouidad... like its insane how perfect she is for this

fun facts:

-the pictures were somehow easy to find, i was actually shocked on how i was able to find pictures from ouidad for this fic, the only time i struggled was for the 'paparazzi' pics at the end.

-the two pictures on y/n's post of her in qatar were from my sister's instagram page

if there is a mistake ignore it because im gonna kms if i have to edit this again

[featguler]

waited your whole life ────── shallow waters deceives the mind; your learn that brahim plans ahead.

♡ ────── pairing : brahim díaz x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader is female. her ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified. uhmm they are Talking abt having a child but nothing sexual... just sweet puppy love talk. not proofread, possibly shit Sorry ♡ ────── wordcount : 989 ♡ ────── notes : forced my friend to give me a prompt and they said paper rings by taylor swift... though idk if this ends up conveying that song very much LOL. also remids my of "slut!".. also by taylor swift sorry. couldn't really make this gender-neutral sorry,,, they talk abt having a child. anyway i love brahim. hope u all enjoy this teehee ♡ masterlist.

There is a large patio just behind Brahim’s house.

You have no opinion of it at first. It’s beautiful, sure, with hanging plants attached to the edge of the roof’s rain gutter and an outdoor kitchen where he would host BBQ parties with his friends and families. But you have not really given it much thought aside from occasional comments. It’s always been a backdrop to your life—just another place, just another setting.

Nevertheless all these self-imposed ignorances, once you noticed the way the sun would reflect on its salmon-coloured tiles, it was like you cannot look away.

You have caught yourself staring at them when you have nothing else to pay attention to, with your mind softly drifting away with a glass of wine in your hand as you sit on one of the soft chairs in his aquamarine sofa set.

With the sun hanging low on the horizon that day, the light it shines upon your face as you have your arms hung loosely around Brahim’s neck reminds you of the colour of persimmon.

You are sitting on the salmon-coloured tiles, back against the aquamarine sofa, and Brahim lazes in-between your legs. His fingers in one hand intertwine with yours on his chest, while the other is placed strategically under your thighs.

You would divert your eyes from this view—from his soft hair as you press your chin on his head, from the sun when it is warm enough for you to directly maintain eye contact with it—and look at the tiles. You feel like the sun would look beautiful against the tiles. You know that the sun looks beautiful against the tiles. 

But Brahim is humming so tenderly, a song that has been put on repeat on your car rides. You trace patterns into his hand, enjoying the summer buzzes of cicadas harmonising with his tunes.

“You know…”

He breaks your train of thoughts and you hum in response.

“...I think you’re the one for me.”

And this is when you break eye contact with the sun.

You stop tracing your fingers, tilting your head to take a better look of his face under you.

“Huh?”

He laughs, and snuggles back into your chest.

“Like…” He looks at the sunset, shrugging his shoulders lightly. “...you know, if I were to have a kid, I’d like to have a kid with you.”

Drowning in your own silence, you cannot bring yourself to give an answer.

You have been dating him for about a year, and have known him for three months longer than that. Time feels fleeting, though, with him. It feels like just yesterday was last year.

There has never been talks of marriage, or anything beyond just sleeping on the same bed and drinking from the same cups of coffee. Nothing beyond childish endeavours, nothing beyond looking at sunsets together.

“Me?”

“I love you,” he breaks the delicate rhythm of the stillness within the two of you.

“Well,” you don’t hesitate, and instead race to say, “I love you too.”

You let go of his hand, and your grip finds his chin, gently feeling the unshaven stubbles of his facial hair under your touch.

“And I love everything about you,” he continues where you do not expect him to. “You’re smart, and passionate, and compassionate.”

“And you want to have a kid with me?”

Your tone is genuine, but it draws out a laugh from him. Soon enough, you are laughing alongside him.

“I don’t know if I want a kid,” he breathes in between his laugh. “But when I know, I know that you are the one I want to have a kid with.”

“God,” you lightly smack his cheeks with three of your fingers as you cradle his head in your hand. “You’re talking children, Brahim. We’re both as young as they go.”

“It’s hypothetical!”

Brahim tilts his head and you straighten in your seat, catching his doe eyes.

“Well,” you sweep a part of his bangs, stomach churning and heart skipping. “A child with your eyes… does sound nice.”

“Hm?” The edge of his eyes crinkles as he grins. “You’re thinking of it too.”

“Hypothetically,” you roll your eyes, trying to suppress the smile trying to break into your lips, “a child with your eyes does sound nice.”

“And your lips,” he joins, removing the hand from your thigh and using his knuckles to brush against your cheekbones. “And your laugh, your patience, your fun.”

“Don’t make this hypothetical child a carbon copy of me,” you huff, leaning down to press a short kiss on his nose.

He scrunches his nose the moment your lips make contact, and you can see the blood rushing to his cheeks and nose.

“But you’re all I want,” he whines. “Nevermind my eyes, I want this child to have yours. And your eyebrows. And nose.”

“Seems to me that you don’t want a kid.”

“It’s a metaphor,” he winks, and you laugh, removing your hand from his chin to cover his eyes, shaking your head lightly.

“A metaphorical child, a hypothetical child.”

“See,” he does not do a thing about your palm obstructing his vision but holds your wrist, “I’m not talking children. I’m talking you—I’m talking us.”

“Uh huh,” now that he cannot see you, you let yourself smile, pursing your lips to one side of your cheek and in trying to distract yourself from the way your heart is doing somersaults in your chest, your eyes catch the persimmon light of the sun bouncing off the salmon-coloured tiles. “I think I get it now. A metaphor.”

“It’s like saying ‘I love you’,” he begins again, “but… you know.”

“The more you explain it, the less it makes sense.”

Brahim laughs, “Then, I just don’t have to say a thing.”

“Yeah,” you look back at him, taking your hand away from his eyes, and watch his pupils adjust to the brightness. “I get it, anyway.”

[moviestarmartini]

everyone's a winner — jude bellingham x wag!reader x brahim díaz

summary: your boyfriends, both laliga winners and champions league finalists, demand a reward out of you for their two excellent performances in less than a week.

warnings: nsfw (18+ minors dni), prestablished!brahim x reader (they were dating before jude joined in), jealous!jude, mostly mean dom!jude, soft dom!brahim, oral (m & f receiving), voyeur-ish, unprotected sex (sounds fun but don't!!!), creampie, porn with a lil bit of plot.

wc: 2.1k

A/N: finally did something with these two GAHHHH sorry for any antis that are jude girlies, this is filled with luvvv for my club 😛

The last five days had been insane. 

Starting out on the first Saturday of the month, having to sit around with the entirety of Real Madrid and their families in the Bernabeu’s VIP seats to practice ‘hate watching’ was something you’d ever expected to do. But there you sat pretty next to your official boyfriend, the unofficial one— so to say, was talking to his mother. 

The moment the final whistle rang it felt like the match had been won by them, not Girona. Before you could even breathe out a sigh of happiness, Brahim was swiping you off your feet kissing you with fervor. A familiar tickle in the bottom of your tummy surfaced. 

You watched happily as the team celebrated, taking pictures of both the men who stole your heart. You took a couple pictures with Brahim at the empty stadium, on the grass. Everyone laughed off the way Jude sprinted to your side and held you tight as there were pictures of only the three of you taken. No one but him knew it was a move made out of jealousy. 

But that was it for that day, heading to the comfort of your shared home as rest had been set mandatory. 

On Tuesday morning you drove them both to Valdebebas, each getting a kiss on the forehead as a wife would give her soldier husband heading for war, since you knew you wouldn’t see them after the semi-final match was over. The next almost hundred minutes were cardiac arrest worthy. The VIP sections full of family, friends and special guests suffered through every second and emotion– the euphoria exploding when the two goals imminently arrived– waiting painfully for the final whistle to be blown. Then another considerable amount of time waiting patiently for the players to finish interviews and change into regular clothes. 

You stood marveling at the empty stadium, similar to Jude’s pre-match ritual. But he wasn’t the one who practically tackled you off your feet, hugging you from behind. 

“Brahim!” You giggled as he put you down, turning around to give him a giant squeeze. You didn’t notice the pair of jealous eyes observing you carefully from the tunnel as you took pictures before exiting, his hand on yours, one of the last couples to do so.  

“Where are we going, amor?” You laughed as you ran through the tunnels of the Bernabeu being practically dragged by him. He took a turn to the left, instead of the right to head out to the underground parking lots. He kissed you, and you knew you were stumbling into the empty locker room by the way your steps echoed. 

“Brahim…” You sighed as he leaned in to kiss your neck, taking slow steps towards his station, the light of the name cards above were the only thing guiding your steps. 

“No one’s going to catch us. Everyone’s going home.” He whispered against the skin, clutching you tight as your knees came in contact with the bench, forcing you to take a seat. 

“Exactly, what if we’re locked in here forever?” You tried counterarguing, only for the rational thoughts to turn to mush when his hand pulled your shirt out of the tuck of your bottoms and cupped your breasts. 

“You don’t think winners deserve a prize? First LaLiga title, now we’ve passed on to the final.” He removed the white top, throwing it somewhere in the room as his kisses descended down your torso. He placed open mouth kisses where the midi slip skirt started, slowly tugging it down. 

Your fingers sneaked on his hair, back arching. “That’s what I thought.” He knew the context clues of your body too well. “Déjame probarte, princesa. That’s the best prize anyone could ever get.” He breathed against the soaked piece of underwear, and you raised your hips to help him slide it down to rest at your ankles. He parted your knees, placing open mouth kisses as he made way to your sopping cunt, his tongue pressing flat. 

“Hm you taste so good,” He practically moaned against your core before fully indulging in it. In no time he was slipping two fingers past your entrance, working wonders with them and his tongue flicking the swollen nub. It was enough for both of you not to notice the lights turning on and staying that way before someone cleared their throat. 

“Having fun without me?” 

The voice made you both freeze. Your stomach tightened as you feared to look who did that voice belong to, but your eyes met a pair of brown eyes with a defiant look placed on them. 

“No, go ahead. I’ll just make myself welcome,” He incited, taking slow cautious steps towards you both. “You don’t want to keep our baby unsatisfied?” He cooed, petting Brahim’s hair, the hand on your jaw forcing you to look up at him before he crashed his lips into yours. You sighed in relief feeling Brahim resume his actions, they were quick, good enough for that tension to build on your lower stomach. 

Jude took your hand, parting away from your lips. “That show you two were putting on got me like this,” He puckered out his lips as your hand grazed his bulge. Your mouth watered as he kneeled on the bench, tugging teasingly at the drawstrings of his sweatpants before lowering them. “Where’s my prize, huh? I’m a winner too, remember?” 

Then, you easily understood the glances Jude often gave the two of you as you interacted in public, in front of the cameras. He burned with jealousy at the reality of being unable to show the world how he loved sharing you with his teammate, your only boyfriend at first. 

Brahim looked up at you, giving you a nod of approval. It was just a way to encourage you; you didn’t need permission to please Jude, not when he was part of the relationship. 

You cupped his boner over the black underwear, pulling down at it sweetly. Not wasting any time, you told a hold of his hard cock with your manicured fingers, tongue sticking out to lick the glossy drops that leaked from his tip. You watched as he threw his head back with a groan when you wrapped your lips around his tip. 

“That’s it baby, that’s it,” He praised, turning his head down to watch you take his length inside your mouth, the bit you couldn’t fit getting stroked by your hand once you started bobbing your head, searching to hear those groans loaded with both praise and degradation. 

“She’s getting wetter from giving you head, mate,” Brahim tore himself away from your cunt to give out the fact with a snicker, your juices rolling down the short stubble on his chin. The chuckle both men shared felt sinister, Jude’s hand settling in the back of your head to give support to your pace, similar to the way Brahim’s fingers hooked to hit that spongy spot over and over again. 

“Cum for us, amor, do it.” Brahim breathed out, knowing that the way your calves shivered and your fingers dug into his scalp only signified one thing. Your moans and cries were muffled by Jude’s cock still stuffed down your mouth, soon being torn away from it and being pulled into yet another kiss. 

Brahim sat next to you on the bench, following after Jude’s lead while you continued to stroke him. He broke the kiss, nudging you to kiss your boyfriend, and you did it without a hitch. The way you could taste yourself on him was intoxicating, and the way Jude pulled you in for another sloppy kiss hinted that he could agree, too. 

“You’re mine too, you hear me?” He whispered, the short hairs on his chin tickling the skin of your cheek. 

“Why do you give Judy a ride, princesa?” Brahim almost interrupted, coercing  you with a sweet voice to your ear, soft lips kissing at your jaw. 

“I think that’s not enough for a prize. Let’s not use a condom,” Jude whispered in your left ear, a teasing hand caressing your inner thigh. Your legs parted, eliciting a humiliating reaction out of the men, who snickered between themselves. Their voices felt like having an angel and a devil on each of your shoulders, inviting you to different decisions with a similar outcome. 

“Yeah, let’s do both,” You affirmed with a breathy voice, and without effort Jude took you off the bench to place you on his lap. He didn’t even have to ask you to help him, as you reached down to line him with your entrance, both sighing in relief once he was all the way in. 

“Don’t just sit there.” Jude reprimanded you as you finished getting used to the stretch, wrapping your hair in his fist and tugging you back ever so slightly. You yelped, taking the order and shifting your hips, starting to ride him. 

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Brahim praised you with a coo, watching as you tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants. He helped you out, pulling them down before you started to stroke him. He didn’t even realize how pent up he was, a flush running up his neck and up his cheeks. 

You tried to match the movement of your legs to your hand, bouncing on Jude’s cock at the same pace you jerked Brahim off. 

“I think he’s going to need more than that, sweetheart,” Jude tutted, and you wondered if they communicated telephonically as Brahim stood up. You took his hard cock in your mouth without much complaint— actually melting as you sucked, eyes falling shut— while Jude’s grip on your hair controlled the pace. 

“Let me help you out,” Jude ran a soothing hand on your knee, propping himself up on his heels before he started thrusting upwards. “Fuuuck you’re squeezing me so tight, love.” A groan left the back of his throat, and he could tell you were close.

His hand reached around to toy with your clit, and that was more than enough to tip you over the edge, thighs shivering. Your moans were tucked away behind your tongue as it happened earlier. The squeeze your walls gave him seemed to be more than enough to tip him over the edge, ropes of white coating your insides. 

He pulled out, but the adjustment time was minimal, “I need to cum too, love.” Brahim explained with a soft voice as Jude tore you away from him, making your head rest on his shoulder. “Please, let me…” 

You knew very well what he was requesting, and with a hazy smile you nodded. He kissed your neck as he crouched down a little before pushing himself in, groaning at the initial resistance you presented to the penetration due to your recent orgasm. 

“Oh, baby,” You cried out, Jude’s grip in your hair turning into a soothing hand on your cheek. 

“You’ve been doing so good for us, darling. C’mon,” The British national praised softly, a nod from Brahim confirming his statement. 

You were still sitting on his lap, but sandwiched between his chest and Brahim’s. 

The pressure from being between them only furthered that state of haziness your mind found itself in, sweat rolling down your forehead as your boyfriend seemed to be edging on to yet another release. 

“Brahim, baby, I’m not going to last long.” You warned, and he kissed your cheek quickly.

“Me neither princesa, with the way you’re squeezing me…” He managed to breathe out, Jude reaching out to brush the sweaty hair off his forehead. 

“Your legs are shivering, you wanna cum?” Jude mocked you, his fingers yet again pressed on that swollen nub in a way that made your back arch. “Cum for your winners, baby. Do it.” He commanded, and it’s not like you’ve ever not obliged to his instructions. 

You panted out both their names as you chased your last high, good enough to make your toes curl and your eyes water. 

“Mierda, joder—“ Brahim cursed, holding onto your upper thighs and gripping them as his own orgasm caught up to him. He pulled out, collapsing next to the two of you on the bench. You threw your legs to rest on his lap as the three of you sat there, catching your breaths. 

“Dinner at ours?” You asked Jude, brushing his eyebrows into place. Brahim kissed your calf gently.

“You bet,” He kissed your cheek loudly. 

The video of him and Brahim with their windows rolled down, shouting with the fans while you drove the BMW became viral in a matter of hours. Thank god no one knew why you three were the last to leave the stadium, and why the two teammates were leaving together in the first place. 

It had happened too many times for it to be questioned, anyway.

[chlerc]

player ten ; charles leclerc

— summary; in which Charles find himself in at the San Siro stadium but his eyes are on you. Donning a number 10 jersey, which left Charles to wonder if you’re that player’s girlfriend. It’s still worth a shot, right?

pairing — charles leclerc x f. reader ( third person story )

word count — 925.

content — strangers to lovers, okay more like Charles one sided thing he has for you, or so he thought. You might be that footballer’s girlfriend but hey was he ever going to pass up on a girl like you?

NAVIGATION + author’s note: to thank the Monaco charity football match for captain charles ( future ballon d’or winner who fell head first! ) and that one picture he’s holding the barça jersey just got this idea, more like drabble, going. we deal with this until i finish the mason mount fic hehe 😓

The football pitch was millions of perfect grass strands as eager for the start of play as the fans who brought the stadium to light. Two armies of eleven walked onto the green to pitch war in the way civilised societies have come to.

The cheers warm the air as much as any sun ever could and rise around the San Siro stadium as bubbles in invisible champagne. Charles is right there by the VIP section of the stadium, in his customised AC Milan jersey he had just received from the team.

San Siro stadium was where he found himself with Joris, on a day without a packed schedule and stimulator drives. Football has always been his thing and he’s got a special knack for it, or he thinks so in that way.

His eyes are trained on following each Milan player as they played against Sampdoria yet the person on his left, an empty seat between them, had been pissing him off, which he embraced silently. Holy shit was she loud with all those jarring noises she had been making.

Charles cranes his neck a little, sneaking a glimpse at the lady who has been all but silent throughout the match. But to be fair, who would be quiet at a football match? Realising he had made the mistake of sneaking a glance, because hell was she so breathtakingly gorgeous. She’s so fucking beautiful it almost hurts to look at her.

Her face to his eyes was all the beauty a woman can possess, not for her features, yet for the light in her eyes and the gentle warmth of her soul. She has the rosiest cheeks and a pointy nose anyone could ever ask for. There was a warmth her brown hair brought to her features, a simple frame for that smile and eyes. The hue altered as the strands curled and moved, as free as autumn leaves playing in the dayshine with the evening wind picking up its pace.

One last glance, Charles had promised himself and swore to stick to that and so he did sneak another glance. Rookie mistake, she was donning the AC Milan jersey just like every other home supporter there, but shit she had a number 10 and the name Brahim printed on the back.

He recognises the number and name was actually a player on the pitch and not a customised jersey like his. VIP seats, a player’s jersey and cheering for him. Charles pieces his observations together, coming to a conclusion that she might actually be Brahim’s girlfriend.

Okay. It wasn’t like he was planning on hitting her up anyways, she was too noisy to be his type. But then again was he lying to himself, because hell who would actually pass up on a gorgeous woman who happened to love the same sport as him? On another note, she could just be a devoted fan, a girl can have her fantasies wearing the jerseys of the players they love.

It was the 63th minute where Brahim sent the ball to the back of the net, chants erupting throughout the stadium and a shout piercing through the left side of his ear. Fuck maybe she was his girlfriend afterall, there was no way was he making a move on her now.

He watches her every move as she looks for her phone in the beige bag sitting on her lap. With her phone in her hand, the screen lights up and he almost felt sanguine in this situation. Maybe he still had a chance after all, right? It definitely means something if he’s the person on her wallpaper, right?

Which is exactly why he slides over to the empty seat, settling down next to her. “Good game eh?” Charles finds himself striking a conversation with her, hoping she’d notice him. “Huh? Yeah yeah, really good game.” Her cheeks were the blush of roses, that peak of champagne pink. The colour infused cheeks dimpled with the blossoming smile

She wished she didn't blush so fast, that she had some ability to keep her emotions to herself. In an instant, her cheeks were rosy and Charles saw her feelings as if she wrote them in little notes and handed them out to him. “So…Brahim, your boyfriend? He’s really good with Milan, he’s adapted to the team well.”

“No no, not a boyfriend but yeah he’s really good.” He licked at his lips subconsciously, thanking every god for his fate of meeting the gorgeous and single lady right next to him. “Not a boyfriend eh? You’re in his jersey and all that.” She only lets out a giggle at his comment, Charles thought it was strange that she’s acting like she didn’t know him. “Loyal supporter is what I’d call it, been by him since Madrid.”

“My teammate’s a Madridista, you’d love him.” The ends of her lips lifted up into a smile so sweet, her eyes creasing into crescents. “I’d prefer the one who supports AS Monaco.” She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, mumbling meekly. “What’s that?” Charles questioned, not managing to catch what she had said but it wasn’t meant for him to hear anyways.

“Nothing important.” He nods curtly at her reply, sliding a piece of folded and crumbled paper he had tucked in his pockets earlier. She eyes him warily, taking the piece of paper in her grasp.

“I might have a knack for football but I’m better as a driver and we can take a picture to replace that lockscreen. Mia cara, call me yeah?”

[stocky2016]

"Favourite Parts of Me"

The world is a library of so many interesting books

many now however beyond their shelf-life, dusty with fading looks...

Others are more current and in the "relationship" genre

"Fresh" rather than "cliched" their appeal, so much stronger.

I could mimic those romantic but predictable novels

my cover might be glossy, but my plot's a "tease"; on the imagination

I've only recently been given shelf-space, but I'm already

making progress in the race to be a number one seller, and steady.

I guess your favourite parts of me, will be my "intangibles",

you'll have to indulge in my relationship story, it's so fanciful.

Yes it has a hero and a heroine between its entertaining pages

and what they get up to at times, verges on "outrageous."

I'm one of those books you need to get progressively lost in

allowing your imagination to be fertile and not blinded by overt sin

Whilst I'm no competition with the '50 Shades of Grey,'

my pages contain seriously adult material, and fantasy play.

I'd say I was good choice for a sexy bed-time read

Where privacy becomes a pre-requisite, a satisfaction need

There are no pictures included it's all your imagination

Your willingness to handle controversial infidelity.

My ambitions are not merely stylish x-rated material

but a relationship explored with innovative originality

A whole world of possibility is being launched right here

where the plot and characters explore temptation's sphere.

I want to be in this brand new novel that fascinates you,

the one you fondle and caress with insatiable curiosity.

Let my fingers run down the length of your spine,

your love plot will grow ever stronger, and resonate.

I observe now an increasing arousal in your eyes,

savouring my innocent skin, in a lustful expression.

I lick my fingers, as I fumble through your remaining chapters

exploring all your intimate nooks and crannies.

I want to be your favoured reader, your most sensual companion,

fondling your emotions, giving them the ultimate attention

We can now become the central theme of intensely loving moments,

the most passionate of romances our love and its recognition.

Each page draws me closer to you with divine sweetness,

transporting us both into as yet unknown territory

You kiss my moistening eyes as they're drawn to your being,

making your passion grow ever firmer, feeling new mastery

In your new book, I'll discover a myriad of treasures,

unforgettable encounters, sensational orgasms

You'll transport me away to your world of darkness

where true love can be discovered in every hidden chasm.

You become my refuge where my emotions truly blossom,

The mirror reflecting your physicality, passion and soul.

I want to lose myself in you without ever needing to hold back,

together, let's create our ultimate destiny.

I want to now become your most cherished chapter,

the paragraphs you'll reread with passion and never tire of.

Our stories are now starting to intertwine tenderly,

creating our own intoxicatingly unique novel.

In what remains of our shared crumpled pages

we'll find even greater strength to make love to each other.

I want to open my pages up to you, exploring your every word,

And together, produce an epic about truly paired lovers.

I'll join you in your favourite chapter, as your precious treasure,

making the pages golden, your love now alchemical.

Dive into your world and without hesitation,

let me guide you into the cave of our shared fascination

So I'll then properly be a part of your favourite novel,

a captivating journey you'll want to read over and over again.

In every word, and every sentence we exchange,

we'll write about our love for all eternity.

© Geoff Stockton  in close collaboration with his co-writing Muse and poetess

© Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim 

G.P.S. 21st December 2023

(Graphics courtesy of Tumblr)

[lewisvinga]

the better team | federico valverde x fem! araujo! reader

summary; fede’s wife happens to be the sister of his teammate who also happens to play for his biggest rival

fc;various girls on pinterest

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03 @c-losur3

note; requested ! decided to do an smau style + reader as araujo’s sister lolll BUT FEDE IS SOOO UNDERRATED😫he is an insane player omg

masterlist !

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liked by fedevalverde, ronaldaraujo_4, and others !

yourusername: 😇😇😊😊

tagged; fedevalverde, brahim, ardaguler

fedevalverde: 🤍🤍

fedevalverde: pero mi amor, what the fuck is that?

yourusername: the better team😁

fedevalverde: oooooooookayyyy😂😂😂

fedevalverde: i assisted in a ucl final btw

yourusername: ok 🙄 that just makes you good not your team 🙄

username: man he’s losing it rn😭

fedevalverde: no chanel bag for you !

yourusername: federico valverde.

fedevalverde: … so we go to the mall today with beni???😁

username: THE FIRST PIC IS SOOO CUTEEE😫

username: imagine being pregnant for 9 months only for your child to come out looking like his dad😭😭😭

yourusername: his carbon copy😔

username: nahhh the barca jersey is soo😔😭

brahim: bbq🍗

ardaguler: 😁

ronaldaraujo_4: nice jersey 😉

yourusername: the best of the best😁

fedevalverde: stop corrupting my wife🤬

fedevalverde: also ronald answer my text

ronaldaraujo_4: she’s my sister 🙄

ronaldaraujo_4: on it🫡

username: my nt besties 😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

judebellingham: BENNIIIIIII

yourusername: come over w vini soon he’s been asking for you two😭😭

vinijr: we will be there tmrw #trust

username: i love y/n’s monthly photo dumps 🙈

username: y/n u are an icon

username: her being a culer while dating a man who said you’d have to kill him to leave real madrid is soooo funny to me😭😭

username: she’s so real for that bc i’m a culer but im weak for jude and tchouameni

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liked by fedevalverde, judebellingham, and others !

yourusername: felicitaciones, mi amor [congratulations, my love] on winning la liga and making it to the champions league final. we are so proud of you! we love you so much!🤍🤍

tagged; fedevalverde

fedevalverde: los quiero mucho🤍 [i love you so much]

fedevalverde: see how you’re wearing the jersey of the better team 😉

yourusername: you’re sleeping on the couch tonight 🫶🫶

fedevalverde: SJE DIDNT DENY IT!!

username: fede valverde is insane man

username: he’s lucky asf, his family is so cute 🥹

ronaldaraujo_4: congratulations, cuñado! [brother in law]

yourusername:🤨🤨

ronaldaraujo_4: this is as a nt teammate and as his brother in law NOT as araujo of barcelona

fedevalverde: gracias 😁😛

username: both her sons being js like fede and getting none of the araujo genes is hilarious 😭

yourusername: the next one will be like me i swear 😖

fedevalverde: so we can try for the next one?🤔

vinijr: YO THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE ( arda )

ardaguler: 😧😧😧

judebellingham: omg protect him

yourusername: drama queens

username: the jerseys 🥹

username: dad valverde>>

username: adding y/n to my wag vision board 💆‍♀️

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Camp- Piper Wright

Pairing: Piper Wright x Reader

Characters: Piper Wright

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 407

Author: Aaron

“Come on then… go wild. Tell me all of your crazy stories from your time before the vaults.” The crackling fire that sat next to you threw shadows that danced between the irradiated trees, made a lot more terrifying the by natural creaking of the woodlands and the calls of wildlife.

“I don’t have any.”

“Come on, there’s no need to be shy. Forget all everything that two-bit mayor has to say about me. This is purely recreational. You had to have been involved in a couple of gunfights?” Piper sat adjacent to you, her wide eyes fixed on yours and her ears eagerly awaiting your response and her hands tucked tightly into yours.

“Do you actually have any idea what it was like before the vaults? Before the raiders and the mutants and the vaults?”

“Well by your tone I’m guessing not very exciting…”

“Well for a start you would never have had to sleep in the middle of the forest because a group of fake humans were out hunting for you. The insects were never as big as this either, you would rarely get one bigger than your hand, forget about some of the flying tanks out here that are bigger than the both of us put together.”

“What about the food?”

“Oh my god, I had forgotten about the food. You could walk outside, pluck an apple from a tree and eat it without having to worry about waking up with an extra arm sticking out of your chest. I think I know something that’s really going to blow your mind though.”

“Go on!” She looked up at you like a child listening to their bedtime story.

“We used to have brahim, well, we called them cows or cattle, that only had… one head.”

“No way.”

“Yep, just one head on their shoulders.”

“That’s crazy. Nat’s going to go nuts hearing about this. Do you think like will ever be like that again?”

“I don’t know, I hope so. It was so nice to live life and the only worry in the world was whether the milk was going to be delivered on time. But, life right now isn’t so bad I guess.”

“What redeeming quality does this shithole of a country have?”

“Every night I get to fall asleep next to you, and every morning I get to wake up next to you, and for me, that makes this whole wasteland worth it.”