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[lovemomhatepolice]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dontexpectmuch]

“hello, i am jude bellingham and today i will be interviewing my partner in crime, the love of my life, the straw to my berry, the-“ judes long and exaggerated introduction was interrupted by you, who was sitting next to him on the couch, “don’t overdo it, bellingham.” rolling your eyes and trying to hold back your smile, you lightly hit his shoulder, thus, a smile creeping on his lips.

“right.” he clears his throat, “sorry, darlin’”, shortly looking at you, jude leans closer and softly headbutts you, like a cat would to show its affection to someone.

“today, jude has the opportunity to ask me anything he always has wanted to know.” you continue to explain, not fighting back the smile on your lips anymore.

“this is brought to you by 1&1.” he quickly adds, before looking down at the questions he wrote on the card in his hands .

after dating for one and a half year, your relationship finally public, judes football club, bvb, asked if you two wanted to do a couples video, the football club known for always doing something to bring footballer and fans closer together.

jude was really excited, he finally had an excuse to ask you everything he never really got a clear answer to, while your leg was shaking, nervous from what your boyfriend would ask.

“okay, love.” jude begins, quickly adding, “be honest, though.”

“promise.” you replied, looking at his face as he smirks.

well, fuck.

“wait!” you cut him off before he had even started, “why is he the only one asking me something? what about me?” you look at the people behind the camera, all of them looking at you with an apologetic smile.

“it was judes idea.” daniel, the video director answered.

“judeth.” narrowing your eyes, you look at your boyfriend, him not being sorry at all.

instead of saying anything, jude decides to begin with the first question, “who, besides me, is your football crush?”

“pedri gonzalez.” you answer without any hesitation.

jude, thinking you wouldn’t say a name, looked at you with shock writing over his face. “that was fu- i mean, really fast, babe, like, straight out.”

“you wanted me to answer honestly.”

“i thought i was your football crush?” he, being the oh so well-known drama queen he was, placed his hand on top of his heart, eyes wide.

“well, you can’t be my crush now, can you? you’re my boyfriend.” is all you say, shrugging with your shoulders. “i have thing for spanish men, like, have you seen him?”

“moving on!” jude tries to change the topic as fast as he could, “we will talk about this later, though.” he mumbled under his breath.

“pardon?”

“what would be a break up reason for you?” he asks, putting the question sheet down, legs crossed and upper body turned to you.

“you mean, like, with you? or in general?” you ask, head angled to the left, as you look at his face.

“in general.”

“easy,” you start, sitting up properly and facing the camera to explain everything, “i really like the movie trilogy ‘how to train your dragon.’ like, so much, i can’t even explain it, you just have to put it on whenever i have a bad day and i immediately feel better. but, if the person i’m dating says something like, ‘oh, ew why would you watch this blablabla.’ i’d immediately leave them, i don’t care.” your face was serious, eyebrows knitted together.

“nah, for real.” jude nods, agreeing with you, “that film is an absolute banger.”

“i know, right!” you know turn to face him, happy that your boyfriend seems to enjoy the films just like you do.

“but that’s a child movie.” someone behind the camera voices out, causing yours and judes head immediately to snap to the direction the voice came from, offended looks painted on your faces.

“take it back!” you exclaim.

“for real, i even cried when i saw that scene in the last part.” jude quickly comes to your aim, his hand sneaking behind your waist to draw faint shapes on your hip/waist area.

hearing him say that made you giggle, leaning against his side and putting your elbow on his knee.

and it is true, you guys really were partners in crime, he was the apple to your pie, the smoke to your high.

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[clov3sr]

Wholly | j. bellingham

. a/a — I. love. the. idea. of. mean. couples. Like oh my fucking. BRO.

. c/t w(s) — fem!reader, little spicy nothing crazy chill out, very haphazardly proofread so no promises

. ♫ — make me better; Fabolous, Ne-Yo

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 2:22 ─────ㅇ─── 4:13

—— "the right when I'm wrong, so I never slip; show me how to move, that's why I never trip."

𓆩♱𓆪 THE BAR WAS crowded, riddled with drunk patrons attempting to flag down the bartenders. Jude much preferred the solitude of his private section, but from the bar he could watch you tap the pads of your fingers against your exposed thigh, teasingly looking down at him with that sly smirk that he's beyond proud to say came from him. He's used to hearing dire threats of a man's ego mutilating into fatal hubris, but he can't relate it to being your man; There can only be good that stems from knowing he's the only one who gets to inch his hand up your little dress, dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin of your neck. He's the only one who knows how much more overwhelmingly intoxicating your perfume is compared to the drinks he's getting for the two of you. and you're the only one who gets to scratch lightly at the base of his neck and grip his bicep, a warning of your very public location. There's not much else he can say looks as good on you as pure confidence and trust in him.

So much trust that when girls inevitably approach him, he watches as that coy smile widens eagerly, and his eyes don't — can't — leave yours.

He wholly belongs to you.

The hand that slaps his own is rougher than the usual groupies because it's not one. Instead, he glances momentarily to see another man leaning back against the bar counter with him, one who's not even looking at Jude, but straight upwards at you.

"Pretty as hell," is all he leadingly mumbles, and Jude scoffs a bit in annoyance, but it's lost on the former male.

"Yep." He spits in response. Your eyebrows lower slightly in confused amusement. Jude tilts his head up disapprovingly and shakes his head slowly; he adores the silent communication the two of you have developed naturally.

"What're the chances I can bag that?" the anonymous male chuckles, and Jude can feel the thin thread of his patience shearing by the millisecond.

"Zero."

This earns him an entertained grin, and Jude wants to throw his head back in exasperation right then and there. He's heard enough of your stories to know where this is going,

"That a challenge, man?"

It's so infuriating that he can't disprove you when you proclaim that men are trash.

"It was not." His eyes are still on yours, and by the way they degrade in brilliance with every word, you can tell he's not enjoying whatever conversation he's having. Unlike Jude, you find it extremely amusing, covering your mouth as you giggle. His expression is always so telling, and this guy is apparently so dense that he can't tell. That, or it's because the stranger's eyes haven't left you either, so he probably just hasn't seen it yet.

"Dressed like that? All alone in a section? Those types are easy. Just need a bit of attention."

Jude can feel the familiar heat of boiling anger bubble in his chest, but he quells it just barely. He could make his PR team hate their job tonight, but he won't be able to stop himself from rolling his eyes if he has to hear Hendo's fatherly scolding about it. He won't act in the way he desperately wants to, but he does need this guy to shut the hell up immediately.

"She's a woman, not a rescue dog. Watch your fucking mouth."

The man looks over in offense, obviously just now realizing that Jude is not the random bonding type of guy. He shakes his head, as if deciding to let Jude off easy, and pushes himself off the counter. While he begins to strut over to your section, he fixes his posture and pulls his shirt down in an attempt to neaten it.

Just after he takes his leave, the bartender makes it to Jude with a hurried apology, which he assures is unnecessary, and asks for the bottle you both prefer. Two in hand, he's seconds behind the stranger on the way toward you.

"Hello, beautiful."

The prior playfulness that you wore on your face was immediately infected with aversion, your eyes finally leaving Jude to look up at the guy standing over you. Oh, he doesn't know. Shame.

"Hi?" you pull your crossed legs in towards yourself, tilting your body direction anywhere but towards him. He won't get the hint, you've been through too many situations like this to believe he will, but it still makes you feel slightly less revolted regardless.

"You're too hot to be sittin' up here alone, yeah?" He's slurring his words, and you're sure if you were closer you could smell the stench of alcohol and cheap cologne, but the thought of being that close makes you shudder uncomfortably. To your satisfaction, you see Jude emerge with your favorite drink in both hands, and he provokingly sits them on the glass table with a purposeful clink.

"Hmm," your fingertip taps your bottom lip ironically, and for a brief second, you wonder where this side of you came from. There is just something about Jude's conviction that you're his that makes any attempt at you criminally insolent. You'll make sure anybody who tries to get at you or Jude, and everybody around them, know never to try moronic shit like this again, "I am, aren't I?"

Jude frustratingly collapses at your side, practically on top of you, and automatically resumes his position kissing fervidly down your jawline. Occasionally, he'll spend longer on a particular spot, accompanying it with a taunting squeeze of his large hand around your smooth thigh, even as it inches farther up by the second. He's still aware enough, however, to allow you to lean forward a little and grab the neck of your bottle and your glass. He smiles for the first time since this altercation when he hears your breath hitch in pleasure, legs tensing slightly in seek of friction.

As you somehow manage to pour the drink into your glass without spilling it, your eyes dart back up coldly to the man who's still standing there like a deer in headlights. You almost feel bad, but Jude's fingers begin digging into your thigh again, and any mercy you had is stripped away instantaneously. Maybe he's a bad influence in this way, but it's a thrill you wouldn't give up for anything. Your eyebrows furrow in judgment, your nose scrunching up just to seal the look of pure disgust.

Jude's hand leaves your thigh, and you sigh disappointingly at the loss of warmth and pressure. The displeasure is soon sidelined, though, when that hand flicks twice towards the man, a blatant fuck you, shoo, and then returns to rubbing up and down your side. It's like Jude knows just how to spur you on, how to weed out that twinge of evil that you're sure originates from your mother's side. Right now, you decide you want to reward him for giving you that spirit, reciprocally assure him you wholly belong to him, and it's that conviction that laces your spitting tongue with a ruinous venom,

"Why're you still here, freak?"

. a/pn(s) — Mean. Couples. ahehehaha.

[httpsdana]

hi! Don’t know if your doing request but how bout prompt 37 with Jude Bellingham? :P

Kidnapper~Jude Bellingham

back with a Jude request. This man is so adorable I can't even describe it.

I currently have midterms so I'm sorry for the slow updates

keep sending in your requests and for someone other than Pedri and Gavi PLEASE. this is so bad I'm sorry

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37-"He's kidnapping me, KIDNAPPER HELP " "I'm her boyfriend everyone" "KIDNAPPER"

Parties weren't y/n's thing. Because she knows that if she goes to a party, she ain't leaving it without getting hammered.

But when one of Jude's teammates invited them to a party to celebrate his birthday, they couldn't say no.

"help me with the zipper please?" y/n asked Jude as she struggled to zip her dress up.

She was wearing a short black dress with thin straps that hugged her curves perfectly

Jude hummed from where he was standing before walking up to her and helping her with the zipper

"you look absolutely breathtaking princess" he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and pressing a kiss on her bare shoulder.

"thank you J. you look quite handsome too" she turned on hid grip and pecked his lips slightly, careful not to ruin her nicely done lipstick

"ready to go?" Jude asked looking at his girlfriend who held her heals in her hands

" yes let's go" she said before they both walked out of the room

★★★★★

After arriving to the party, y/n was quickly stolen away from Jude by the other WAGs. Jude made his way to his teammates ans hanged out with them all night, of course while keeping an eye on his girl

Halfway through the night, Jude saw y/n stumbling over the dance floor. He made his way over to her and quickly caught her as she was about to fall

"Judeee what are you doing heree" she slurred, wrapping her arms around his neck as he steadied her by holding her waist.

"let's go home yeah? you've had enough drinks" Jude said already pulling her hand with him

She tried pulling her hand away but Jude wouldnt budge

"I don't wanna gooo. let me go backk" she whined again trying to pull away

Jude let out a sigh and decided to do the easiest thing he could. He threw her over his shoulder and started to walk to his car

"let me downn" she groaned hitting his back with all the energy she had left

Jude still didn't let her down. So she screamed

"He's kidnapping me, KIDNAPPER HELP " she screamed catching a few people's attention. A man and a Lady started to make their way to them

"I'm her boyfriend everyone" Jude said raising the hand that wasn't holding y/n in defense

The realization hit those people as they realized that she was probably drunk

"KIDNAPPER" y/n screamed again making Jude chuckle

As he reached the car, he sat her down in her seat and buckled the seatbelt. y/n crossed her arms over her chest with a pout making Jude laugh at her face

"aw come on don't be sad darling" he squished her cheeks and kissed her lips

Although she was still a bit drunk, she couldn't help but smile making Jude smile too. He closed her door and made his way to his side of the car

The drive home was silent, mostly because y/n was half asleep

let's say the next morning was basically just Jude making fun of his girlfriend and her drunk talks

[xmads-omensx]

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[janeleclerc]

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 || 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦

SUMMARY: your camera roll if you were dating jude bellingham.

REQUESTED: yes/no

WARNINGS: none

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hope you like it! 💓

[cherryxcadbury]

Hey i hope you doing well? <3 i would like to request something with Jude where the reader go on the pitch after a game and celebrate his goal with the team (Dortmund)

The whistle blew and you and your friends let out a sigh of relief. Dortmund was still in the title race after this 2-1 win, with Jude scoring the winning goal.

“That man could bring me to this knees with just that arm band, dunno how you’re still functioning Y/N.” Heidi, your best friend, whispered.

You laughed at Heidi’s antics with Lexi, Gio Reyna’s girlfriend.

“You’ll have to tell him that yourself Heidi.” You responded.

“Oh trust me I will.” She winked at you, making you squirm at her unapologetic-ness.

Sometimes, you aspired to be like her.

A man from the Dortmund staff came up to the three of yous then spoke in German, to which you and Lexi blushed in embarrassment, not knowing the language.

“He said we can go down onto the field. Come on!” Heidi led the way, flashing a smile at the staff you all passed on the field.

The three of you walked through the extremely large pitch, dodging ongoing interviews and moping Frankfurt players. The immediate sight of the yellow wall from the pitch made you smile. BVB fans were truly the greatest.

“Y/N! They’re talking about you!” Lexi whispered to you and Heidi.

You immediately whipped your head around and turned to see fans in the row closest to the pitch waving to you.

“Why are they waving?” You asked.

“Just listen.” Heidi smirked.

“Look it’s Jude Bellingham’s girlfriend!” They squealed.

“Y/N! May I have a picture!!”

“Y/N i follow you on Instagram!!”

They shouted and shrieked hoping they’d get your attention. You were awestruck, they were like fans. You, Heidi, and Lexi just laughed, smiled, and waved.

“This is gonna be my be real!” Lexi squealed, jogging over to the fans.

Heidi turned to say something to you before a thick German accent interrupted you.

It was some guy on Frankfurt’s staff based on his outfit, he held an easy smirk. He looked way too old for yours and Heidi’s teenage selves. He was probably 35 at youngest.

“Ladies. Hallo.” He smiled at the two of you.

Heidi smiled, responding in German while you just gave him a tight nod.

He chatted up Heidi, you watching in amusement, and Heidi as well keeping the conversation with a glint of amusement in her eyes. You’d been friends with Heidi for long enough to know what Heidi always knew peoples true intentions. And the raise of her eyebrows at you meant that she was telling you the man was interested in you.

So you were not surprised at all when the man, with an even wider smirk, turned to you and held his hand out as an introduction. With everyone watching you opted to be polite and went into shake his hand.

However, he instead took it and brought it up to his lips, still smirking. You quickly pulled your hand away and shot him an annoyed look.

“Listen. My name’s Christian, I work for Frankfurt. Wanted to know if you were interested in grabbing a coffee then heading back to my place.” He gave you a sickening smile.

This man was forward.

“Are you blind Christian! One, she’s too young for you. Two, look at the fucking Bellingham kit. She’s taken.” Heidi came to your defense.

“Listen. I don’t see Bellingham here! He doesn’t have to know.” Christian smiled.

“Get the hell away from us.” You glared at Christian, already looking around from security.

Christian’s eyes darkened.

“I have a much higher status here than both of you. So listen you who—” Christian started before being cut off.

“I’d best not finish that sentence if I were you mate.” A voice spoke from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

Jude.

Christian was several inches shorter and scrawnier than Jude.

“Uh Mr. Bellingham I wasn’t aware that she was actually your girlfri—”

“Just scram.” Heidi glared.

And with that, Christian was gone.

You let out a sigh of relief while Heidi went after him with Karim Adeyemi to go and terrorize Christian.

“You alright love.” Jude asked pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

You nodded, twisting your head to make eye contact with him.

“I could’ve dealt with him Judekins. Or at least Heidi could have.” You gave him a teasing smile.

“Yeah but where’s the fun in that? I like being able to show people that you’re mine.” Jude winked at you.

You were about to kiss him when you were interrupted by huffing and puffing. You and Jude looked forward to see Karim panting and Heidi smirking.

“How. Do you run so fast?” Karin barely managed to get out.

“Karim mean freund, it’s a talent.” Heidi winked, scanning her nails.

“Heidi beat you in a foot race.” You stated knowingly.

Karim’s breathing had steadied by now.

“Yeah we were chasing after that Frankfurt guy. How the fuck is she so fast.” Karim groaned.

“So you guys caught up to him?” Jude asked.

“Oh yeah. Managed to threaten him and everything.” Heidi over annunciated.

“Anyways we’ll leave you two now. And remember Jude, Y/N loves men in arm bands. Especially when they’re captains.” Heidi winked before scurrying away.

“I’ll have to keep that in mind then.” Jude smirked down at you, a blush coating your cheeks.

“That was a nice goal you had Bellingham.” You teased him.

“It was dedicated to my biggest fan.” He smiled.

“Your mum’s not here today though.” You smiled innocently.

“I hate you.” He grumbled, burrowing his face into your shoulder.

“You have some eager fans waiting there.” You pointed out.

“They can wait.” He mumbled.

“Jude….” You stressed his name in the way his mum did when she was upset.

“Oh fine. But you’re coming with me.” He tugged you along.

“I’m so proud of you.” You held eye contact before going over to the fans.

“My girl. I love you Y/N.”

[swayziiwriter]

Goal scorer | Jude Bellingham

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

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

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

Jude's brother Jobe out of excitement.

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

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

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

•

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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What Should’ve Been Us (Part II of “What Could’ve Been Us) Jude Bellingham x reader x Pedri

Synopsis: After seeing your ex-boyfriend, you’re stuck between a second chance at love and a chance at a perfect relationship.

Pairings: Jude Bellingham x reader x Pedri

Genre: second chance, love triangle.

Jude’s Story: 1 year ago

Jude stared at his phone; the numerous notifications from social media platforms and messages from other girls were becoming old news.

He should be happy with his life; he really should, yet he feels empty. It has been two years since the two of you broke up, yet he still can’t forget about you. Jude has told himself that he’ll be ok and this was for the best, yet every day; he wakes up to regret.

His career skyrocketed over the years, and by now, you should know, yet never once have you reached out to him. He knows he should reach out first, but you guys left things off on a rocky road and he said some things that hurt you badly.

It was never his intention to hurt you. And his promise to love and protect you is still in his heart, and if he could take back everything, he would do it in a heartbeat. He was your best friend before your lover, yet it has always felt like he belonged to you since you met. Even though he had many admirers during his school years, he was yours, and it took a while for him to confess, but you were already his. In his mind, you guys were destined to end up together, and for everything he did, he did it with a purpose. You liked the cologne he wears? He started wearing it every day. You like the haircut he had? He requests it every appointment. The food his mom made is your favorite? He starts packing it every day. Everything that he does, he does it with you in his mind. And not once have you left his mind.

Jude doesn’t understand how two people that were so in love with one another ended up splitting over some dumb reason. He tried to do the long-distance, but you were always on his case about dating rumors and the flirtatious female fans like you didn’t trust him. He was your boyfriend for years and not once has he ever thought of cheating on you, and a little fame wasn’t going to change anything, yet you questioned him. When you guys finally broke up for good, Jude thought it was for the best, but he was suffering as much as you were.

He regretted not asking you to move to Dortmund with him, and he regretted not fighting harder for the two of you, but you guys were young. You were insecure about his career, and he was uncertain that you didn’t love him enough to follow him. It was the right person, wrong timing romance, and Jude is sure you guys would get back together, but it has been two years, and not one of you reached out to another. By now, he has heard of your departure from England and has checked up on your social media regularly, but you went private recently and have also changed your phone number. The only way he knew how to get updates about you is through his brother, who you follow on social media. Jude’s mother has told him several times to move on and focus on his career, but every time he plays, he thinks of you. Every score, every assist, every win, he does it because, in the back of his mind, you are watching him. And he hopes you watch his game, even through the tv.

Jude scrolls through his Instagram DMs, consisting of too many girls, and he hates himself for using them to get you off his mind. He hasn’t been a saint since you broke up, like when his brother told him you posted yourself at a party with many guys; Jude made the headline the next day with a girl. And, like every day, he woke up regretting his decision. The girls will never be able to fill your spot, and he never once considered replacing you. They were all just a simple one-night stand, and many had slapped him for calling your name. It was very immature of him, but he was only human and once in a while has needs, but he has never felt the emotional connection he has with you.

Jude couldn’t admit his wrongdoings, but even he knew the breakup was his fault. He could’ve had both, but he chose his career over you and completely abandoned your relationship. You are Y/N, the girl who knows him better than anyone else, and he should’ve learned that you would follow him. If you did, maybe you would’ve attended a school in Dortmund, found a good job, and bought a house with him. He imagines you wearing his t-shirt to every game and sitting in the stand next to his mother. By now, everyone would’ve known that you guys are dating, and there would be paparazzi everywhere, but you’re strong; you would’ve gone through tough times with him. His teammates would love you, and some would even be jealous of your relationship with him. Your family would visit the two of you every summer, and he would discuss your future together. Things should’ve been that way, but Jude messed it up, and he was paying for the price.

It shouldn’t have hurt, but it did. Two years ago, you were his, and never once did he think that the two of you would end up in this predicament. But here he was, living in regret, missing you every day. Maybe one day, when he is finally in a good spot and has accomplished his goals, and his life is fit for you, you’ll forgive him for leaving you behind. For now, he needed to prove that leaving you behind didn’t go in vain and he could accommodate you in his life and give you everything you deserve. You’re the most understanding person, and Jude knew you didn’t blame him for anything. He’ll chase after you when you two meet again and finally get the second chance he has been dying for.

Pedri’s Story: Three Years Ago

Pedri was always the mature one between him and his best friend. Despite being one of the youngest players on the team, he could be a captain because of his maturity and ability to play on the field. But what caught everyone’s attention about him was his calmness and gentleness. He was mysterious and quite hard to read, yet he got along with everyone.

You first witnessed Pedri playing when your roommate took you to one of the F.C. Barcelona’s games. It was a last-minute decision, but your roommate is friends with a couple of the players, so she got free tickets for you. She knew very well that you want to avoid anything soccer related because it reminds you of your ex, but she was also persistent in helping you move on. It was her idea to introduce you to one of her friends, but you had told her you were still not over your ex, so she backed down for a bit.

The goal was pretty simple, to make your roommate happy by watching the game and to go back to eating ice cream and crying over Jude again. It has been five months since the two of you broke up, yet everything reminds you of him. You still have a couple of his hoodies and t-shirts, and you’re sure your roommates notice the size difference, but she ignores it, letting you dwell in your misery. She isn’t a huge fan of Jude, mainly because he gets compared to her friends a lot, but after hearing your story, her hatred grew.

You told yourself you wouldn’t bring attention to yourself and that you’ll be in your roommate’s shadow, but she was a huge fan, and quite frankly, it was obvious she had a crush on Gavi, although he seemed oblivious to it. The whole game, she screamed louder than anyone else, and the camera panned to the two of you a couple of times. You’re sure there are TikTok videos about her, and you’re not trying to be in one of them.

Pedri noticed you several times, especially since his friend screamed and shouted more than anyone else. Your roommate has been friends with him since elementary school, and they were basically brothers and sisters. He knew she liked Gavi, and he enjoyed the chasing game between the two a lot. Gavi has no clue that your roommate likes him even though it was obvious to everyone, yet it was entertaining how no one told Gavi because they enjoyed seeing how this would play out.

He has heard of you several times and was quite curious about you, but your roommate has mentioned that you were going through a breakup and needed to be alone. He completely understood that and didn’t further anything, but after seeing you in person, his curiosity returned to him.

Pedri isn’t one to be interested in a girl, especially one still struggling to move on, but he finds you cute, and the way you get embarrassed because of his friend is even cuter. His whole life, he has only had one relationship, and it was a mutual breakup, so there were no hard feelings between him and his ex. He tries to keep peace with everyone and ensure no one is misunderstood.

It was funny how you, a foreigner attending school here, caught his eye. He has been so focused on his career that he has forgotten that romance existed. Pedri was very curious about you, so he made sure his friend brought you to the after-party at his place, and when you awkwardly showed up, he was more than excited. It was hard to approach you, though, because you had your guards up high, but his friend played the wingman and left you two to talk.

Pedri could tell you felt uncomfortable, so he asked if you wanted him to leave, but when you said no, he gently started a conversation. It took many tries to get you to open up, but by the end of the night, you did. You guys talk about life, and he made you feel safe, so you didn’t hesitate to tell him about an ex, but you didn’t mention the name then.

After that, you guys became close friends and spent much time together. Pedri always invites you to his games, and whenever he is available, he helps you study and also brings you lunch or dinner. You guys also made it a monthly thing for him and Gavi to come over and watch movies once in a while, and after five months of friendship, Pedri confesses his feelings for you.

It was hard for you, but it must’ve been harder for Pedri to hear your rejection. You explained to him that you’re still trying to get over an ex, and like the gentlemen he was, he didn’t push it further. Pedri was very persistent, though, and asked that when you’re ready, you’ll keep him in mind. And you do like him, but starting a relationship with another soccer player was too much at the moment, and you needed time to think. You know Pedri’s intentions are never to hurt you, but Jude was like that, to begin with, and you just needed a little more reassurance that it won’t happen again. Pedri knows your story with your ex, and he wasn’t going to pressure you to do anything, and he was willing to wait. The confession wasn’t to make you date him immediately; it was to let you know he has romantic feelings for you and would like to pursue things further. But for now, he was willing to wait and prove that he was worthy of your trust and heart.

Despite your rejection, Pedri treated you the same, and he continues to show that he can truly be worthy of your heart. He never hides anything from you and lets you know about his games and the transfer request he has received. He still takes you out on dates and brings you food, and once in a while, you would comfort him when he loses a game. It was like you guys were already dating without the physical intimacy and labels. So a year after his confession, you finally let go of your past and said yes to Pedri.

Modern Time

Your parents were very pleased with Pedri after he requested to sleep on the downstairs couch. They were sure you guys were arranging to sleep in your old bedroom, but Pedri didn’t want to be disrespectful, so he made himself cozy on the living room couch. Your parents would’ve given the guest bedroom to him, but another family member of yours flew in, so they were staying there. Pedri didn’t mind sleeping on the couch either because it was comfortable, and quite frankly, he liked the big window that showed the sunset.

“You are sure you’re comfortable?” Your dad asked for the 20th time. Pedri smiles, “yes sir,” and you want to roll your eyes because that smile of his always fools everyone. People are so used to seeing Pedri as a child that they forget he’s a grown man who might have a freaky side to him. “Y/N don’t you dare plan on sneaking down here in the middle of the night,” your mother warned, causing Pedri to laugh. “Mom, that’s so embarrassing stop!” You whined. Your dad shakes his head and goes upstairs after saying goodnight. Your mother gives both you and Pedri a knowing look before she takes her leave. When your parent's doors closed, and you hear the lock click, you immediately strangle Pedri’s waist. “Chill, Amar, remember what your mom said,” he smirks. You playfully slap his chest and give him a peck on his lips. Pedri lays his hands on your hips and stares at you with the softest eyes. “Did you enjoy the game?” He asked while rubbing your hips with his thumbs. “I thought both teams did well,” you smiled. Pedri nods and turns his head slightly like he is thinking. “Jude seemed like he was trying to win you back,” he mumbled. “He’s a couple of years too late.” You laughed, remembering how happy Pedri was when you finally said yes to being his girlfriend. If people didn’t know any better, they would’ve thought you said yes to a marriage proposal. “He and I go way back, and I hope to be in a good place with him.” Pedri nods in agreement and pulls you down for a hug. “You’re fully mine, and I plan on building a future with you. If he is going to threaten that, I need to know now so we can fix it,” Pedri whispers in your ear. You awkwardly shift and kiss his neck, causing him to groan. “Maybe you should go upstairs and sleep before I do something,” Pedri says, causing you to giggle. “Maybe I should.”

Later on, that night, while you’re staring up at the ceiling, Pedri’s words keep repeating in your head. You’re sure Jude wouldn’t pull anything to make you question your relationship with Pedri, but even though Pedri is special, you can’t deny that Jude still has a special place in your heart. If he had shown up a couple of years ago, you would’ve gone back to him in a heartbeat, but now you’re in a committed relationship that is going so well. Everyone adores Pedri, and it wouldn’t make sense to return to Jude, but your heart still beats for him. When he touched your hand, the memories you shared came back, and most of them outweighed the pain that you went through. But it wouldn’t be right to do this to Pedri, especially since he picked up the pieces, and it wouldn’t be right to think about another man while you’re dating someone else. Sighing, you turned to your side and stared at your desk with photos of your high school years. The young Y/N was sure she’d marry her childhood sweetheart, but that was all the past now, and she should let go.

Closing your eyes, you smile while looking forward to tomorrow, and as your eyes drift, your phone starts ringing, causing you to sit up immediately. It was almost midnight, and there was no reason for someone to call, and the incoming number was also unknown. You frown, wondering who in their right mind would call this late. With hesitation, you pick up the call. “Hello?” You answered. The person on the other side doesn’t say anything for three seconds, causing your heart to race. This was bringing back memories, and you immediately knew who it was. “Y/N, it’s me, Jude.”

Your face hit the cold air causing your eyes to flinch a little, but you made sure to wear a heavy coat because you weren’t sure how long this would take. You were surprised when Jude called, saying he got your number from your friend. You would be lying if you said you weren’t happy, but you were. Some things need to be said, but you didn’t have time. But here he was, standing in front of your house like he used to.

“Did I wake you up?” Jude asked. You shook your head and just stared at him. Now that you're standing in front of him, you realize he has gotten taller, and despite it being dark out, you can tell that he is effortlessly handsome. "I needed to get some things out of my head," he mumbles, and you glance at his car, which was twice as expensive as yours. Jude was living the famous lifestyle, and all the lavishes he had dreamed about were sure to be reachable now. "Wanna go in the car? I don't want you to get sick," he says, reaching for your hand. You let him and followed him to the passenger side. You glance at your living room window before entering the passenger seat, and Jude makes his way to the driver seat. Pedri was a heavy sleeper, and you tiptoed past him without waking him up, but a part of you feels guilty for doing this. But Pedri trusts you, and he would understand why you had to do this.

"I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking about you," Jude says while turning on his side so he can face you. "I told myself I should let you go because you're happy with him. But I would feel even more guilty if I left again without saying what I really need to say." Jude reaches for your hand and softly smiles, placing it over his heart. "I still love you, Y/N, and I know you might not believe me but trust me when I say I have been in pain these last years because I miss you so much. You're and will always be the one person that genuinely knows me. I don't know how far you and Pedri have gone and if you're in love with him, but I would hate myself if I didn't tell you I love you. If there is a chance that you are questioning your relationship with him, then keep me in mind. I need another chance with you, and I would be the luckiest guy if you let me have a chance. All these years, I have been keeping my life in order with you in mind. I have done everything in hope of you coming back into my life. In my mind, you're always watching me, and I am reaching you. I won't ask for anything else but to think about us and give us a second chance."

The sound of crickets and breathing was the only thing that could be heard as you stared into Jude's eyes. Everything that he has just said would've made a huge difference three years ago or if you were single. You wanted so bad to say yes, and you wanted so bad to pull him in for a kiss, but you had to restrain yourself. The last thing you want to do is break Pedri's heart, which you're sure is not Jude's intention either. You can see in his eyes that he is pleading with you, asking you to consider him an option. It was already bad that your feelings were returning during his presence, and having him in front of you was making things worse. This was your first love, and as he cups your cheeks with glossy eyes, you remember the teenager you were madly in love with. "Gosh, my baby, I've missed you so much," he whispers against your lips before he hungrily pulls you into a kiss. At that moment, you never once thought of your boyfriend.

Three years ago

"We graduate tomorrow, baby," Jude whispers as he pulls you closer to him. His sweating body tangles with yours as you try not to be so loud. It was past midnight, and you had snuck Jude in, and you guys tried to be quiet when he made love to you, but you were sure your parents would scold you tomorrow. "I know. I am so excited," you quietly squeal, causing Jude to chuckle. "We can finally plan the future that we want." Jude looks down at you with soft yet distant eyes and kisses you on the forehead. "Remember the promise I made to you when I asked you out?" He asked while caressing your cheek. You nod your head, and Jude pecks your lips. "Tell me, baby," he mumbles. As you speak, you draw a heart on his chest, "That you would become a very successful soccer player and give me the most lavish life." Jude nods and stares down at you with glossy eyes, and you aren't sure why. "It may take a while, and we may be on a bumpy ride, but I promise you, Y/N, I will come find you."

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Dating Erling Haaland -Headcanons- [Non-NSFW and NSFW]

A/N: Ok, this man has a hold on me. That's it. Enjoy

His long arms will be around you at any moment, most likely before a kiss on your forehead.

He will be the big spoon, always. And not that you can complain anyway because him hugging you from behind is highly comforting, you falling asleep against his chest is a guarantee of a peaceful night and sweet dreams.

Stressful day? You can both play video games when you both arrive home, no competition, just something you two can enjoy.

He thinks it would be cute if while he's driving you can rest your head on his lap (of course when no one is looking).

Loves you being touchy with him. Holding his hand, hugging him, and any other physical show of affection.

He likes to know you're watching him in the matches and performs especially well just for you.

The way he winks melts you, but of course, he can't know that.

When you're not having a good day he will bring you a small present, something he knows you'll like, and bought on his way to training.

In case you're feeling down, will ask first if you need anything or just rest. He won't push you to feel better or make you anxious, just wants to let you know he's there for you.

NSFW-ish headcanons and disclaimer under the cut

Likes you being on top of him, even if it's you sitting on the couch with your legs over him while gaming, sleeping over his chest, sitting on his legs, or in any position over him while having sex.

Slight size kink between you two... Since he's taller than you, almost every physical interaction between you two fits here.

Loves leaving slight marks on your body, from biting your shoulder while having sex, to a small hickey on your chest when he kisses you there.

Finds really sexy when you wear his clothes with nothing underneath after making love and thinks oversized clothes look great on you.

Also... You resting your head on his lap may give him some naughty ideas, but of course, he would never tell you that if you're not comfortable with it (of course we're interested we're fooling no one).

Kissing you on the neck is a must, your sounds, and reactions to being kissed and touched are music to his ears.

DISCLAIMER: This is just fiction and imagined scenarios written by a fan of the aforementioned player, in no way intended to harm anyone in any shape or form. I do this as a hobby, to practice my writing and English skills since it is not my first language (and because I love him, of course I do) so thanks for reading! <3

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Break up with Your Girlfriend. | Jude Bellingham

♢ — author annotations: I live for aggressive y/ns. I do. esto es para mis amores afrolatinos bc that's who I had in mind while making this, <3

♤ — c/t w(s): cheating! Dancer!reader and not proofread bc I'm lazy

♧ — synopsis: He justifies it by reminding himself: he was going to break up with her anyway.

♫ — music inspo.: Break up With Your Girlfriend, I'm Bored x The Boy is Mine

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 2:22 ─────ㅇ─── 4:03

"break up with your girlfriend, 'cause I'm bored,

— the boy is mine."

In a way, you're an actor.

The same seductive drawl that actors have to lace their tongue with is what you fill every vein with, and every limb and bone and muscle moves with the same story to tell. Every fiber of your being, in these three minutes, exists as a shrine to the plot of whatever song you've been choreographed into.

It’s not really just a story, though, is it? Not when he's eyeing you like that.

He has a girlfriend.

That used to dispel your thoughts immediately, but at some juncture they began to linger regardless. You think it's seeing the degrading way she treats him, but maybe it was seeing how uninterested they looked in each other’s presence. Maybe it was how nervous he got when you looked him in the eyes, how his Adams Apple would visibly bob when he swallows back whatever’s threatening to escape his throat. How you couldn't help but give a sly little smile and downwards glance through your eyelashes. Some people would say that you're a homewrecker, that maybe you know exactly what you're doing to the poor couple.

Some people are right, and if the prize is Jude Bellingham, maybe you don't give a damn.

The story you're telling is intricate, multifaceted and difficult to consume in one sitting like your audience is doing. It has multiple perspectives, a dynamic setting, and characters with depth — two main characters — that spiral around each other until they give in to their own selfish needs. And she's a side character, comic relief. An obstacle.

The way she's clinging onto Jude's arm and displaying him to her friends like a purse is getting on your nerves now. But you'd completed your dance, and he watched. You've preyed on him with your lynx-like gaze, and he's stared back with intent to act. You've laid your bait, and as always, you nearly pray he bites.

You turn your back to the couple, making your way outside the studio. The late-winter chill immediately sprints across your skin, cold nipping at the exposed areas that your dance attire leaves. You inhale sharply at the intrusion. You could've sworn it was going to be warmer today. Still, you resolve that it's at least a welcome respite from your draining performance, both physically and emotionally. The cold air is visible in thin wisps while you work to catch your breath, and you lean haphazardly on the railing of the studio's back steps.

“D’you want my jacket?”

Hook, line, sinker.

You hum lowly, glancing backwards. He's meant to be watching her dance now, but you doubt she'd even notice he was gone. When you dedicate a performance to someone, in your experience, they're all you can sense: the deity in which your three minute shrine revolves around. She doesn't dedicate songs to him like you do, she can't. He can't worship her altar of movement like he worships yours.

"Too sweet," you murmur under your breath, but he catches it regardless and shrugs a little in an attempt to play it off. His outstretched hand with his jacket remains. After just enough silence to make him a little nervous — you can't help but tease a little — you turn and take the jacket, lazily slotting your arms into it and smiling up at him, "Thank you, Jude."

His hands retract back to the pockets of his sweatpants, and you take a moment to admire the veins that run across his arms.

Turning back to the rail, you lean over it again, admiring the glazed blue of the afternoon sky and stratus clouds that aren't dense enough to contain the yellow tint from the sun behind them.

"You're an amazing dancer."

He hasn't moved from his spot, but you're still so content with being out here with him alone.

"I appreciate that, but the real props must go to the choreographer."

"No, it's you."

His response was brisk, and you can hear a slight stutter in his next words as he governs himself to a less animated tone. You see that signature waver of his Adam's Apple in your head, even with your back turned to him.

He clarifies, "Yes, the choreographer is amazing, but it's you who brings the dance to life."

Head tilted in amusement, you find yourself swiveling around, now leaning backwards on the rail.

"Isn't she dancing right now?"

He blinks a few times and looks down and away from you momentarily. You hate to bring her up when it's just you two, she's like a dart that scrapes your tongue every time you speak of her, but you decide it's time to push a little. If he doesn't want to engage, he won't, and you can finally resign from this game of cat and mouse.

"Yeah,"

"And you're out here."

Another blink. You're on the brink of inhaling from slight disappointment in your wasted efforts when he looks you in the eye, a reinvigorated want flooding his expression. He steps forward a bit, trapping you between himself and the railing with those strong arms you admire so much.

"I am."

You're not sure if you're the cat or the mouse anymore.

"Are you..." you trail off, and Jude's ego swells realizing that it may be the first time he's seen you falter like that. Because of him, finally.

"Do you know what you're doing, Jude?"

He licks his lips, and a part of him suggests he should push away from the rail right now and preserve the frail integrity he's been losing for however long this game has been going on. Then, he catches the way your eyes dart to his lips, the rapid up and down movement of your chest, those damn eyes peering through your lashes, and his integrity shatters immediately.

"I do," he leans down to your level, his broad shoulders encasing you. You feel his lips graze yours almost innocently, but all of this is far from that; It excites you beyond words. He takes his time now, deep brown eyes scanning your own and then trailing down to where your lips are hairs away from meeting, "I think you know what you're doing too."

♢ — author postnote(s): I'm obsessed w this mashup rn,,, n trust me mis amores, we don't condone cheating 'round here. Don't be weird.

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Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 30

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"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices...

...But then things changed.

Author's note:

One breif mention of the deadly C word (cancer). As always, please look after yourselves friends. Also dives deeper into Delia's PTSD.

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Sam Todd came from money, he was rich, and everyone knows that rich people can get good lawyers. Delia was terrified about going to court against him but she knew that she had to, if not for herself for the other women he had killed. However, Sam was smart and his lawyer even smarter.

"Your honour, I would like to bring forward the point that Miss Vincent had been drinking the night of meeting my client Mr Todd, she agreed to go back with him but clearly does not remember this. Linking this with the medical reports of PTSD and lack of sleep due to the tour she had just finished, of course, Miss Vincent would not remember this and would hallucinate the morbid things she claims Mr Todd had told her." The lawyer states confidently.

"Objection, Miss Vincent suffers PTSD as a result of the kidnapping and assault Mr Todd put her through. I have also confirmed with the band and their management that the tour was evenly spread out to allow time to rest and relax so as not to pressurise any tour members and to prevent illness." Delia's lawyer interjects.

"Objection, it can be seen that Miss Vincent went through a traumatic event 3 years ago when her Father was diagnosed with prostate cancer and was near death at one point. That is enough for PTSD to form, the stress of being away from her parents is enough to trigger those memories." Sam's lawyer states; how did she know about her dad Delia wonders.

 "Objection, relevance." Delia's lawyer shouts slightly.

"Overruled, I'll allow it." The judge states firmly back at Delia's lawyer "Please do continue your case, Miss Brown."

The court case went on for a few hours before the judge called the case to an end, allowing the jury to be dismissed and to make their decision on whether Sam was guilty or not guilty. Sam's lawyer was clever in twisting the truth. Delia's injuries? She had blamed Delia for being unstable and throwing herself out of the window. There were no weapons found in Sam's house and no blood was discovered either allowing the lawyer to deny Sam murdering those other women.

The next day the court was called back into session after the jury had reached a decision. Delia felt sick to her stomach and wished Andy could be there alongside her, instead, he had been stuck in Los Angeles leaving her alone in Seattle. Lonny had offered to attend alongside her however a snowstorm in Canada prevented him from flying and she would not dare ask anyone else.

"We have reached a verdict, your honour." A spokesperson from the Jury announces "We find Mr Todd not guilty and declare Miss Vincent insane."

"Very well, Mr Todd is free to leave and Miss Vincent will be taken to a secure facility to receive treatment." The judge confirms before hitting his hammer on the table "Court dismissed."

"Andy?" Delia answers her phone as she hears it ring.

"You know it was just sex right? I never actually liked you, I just pitied you." Andy states coldly "At least now you can get the help you so desperately need, goodbye Delia."

"Andy! Andy, please don't leave me!" Delia cries before hearing the call cut off.

"Delia?" Tamara then appears beside her.

"Mum! They're going to take me away!" Delia continues to cry "Please don't let them take me!"

"No one is taking you away Petal." Tamara explains calmly stroking Delia's hair.

"They're taking me away!" Delia is hysterical at this moment.

“Delia, listen to me. No one is taking you away, I promise." Tamara is now lightly shaking Delia's shoulders. "I need you to wake up for me."

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"Mum?" Delia cries as she jolts up from her bed exiting her slumber; it was all a bad dream, but it felt so real.

"You're okay honey." Tamara smiles warmly pulling Delia into a hug and allowing her daughter to cry on her shoulder

"What time is it?" Delia asks noticing it was still dark outside.

"It's about 4 am." Tamara informs Delia as she continues to hug her close. "What happened Petal?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Delia sighs trying to calm her crying "Please don't tell Andy."

"Delia, you were shouting for Andy not to leave you and said someone was going to take you away." Tamara worries as she gently rubs Delia's back. "Andy seems a fine young man. I think he would want to know about this, and I know he cares for you, he'd want to reassure you."

"He'd think I'm  crazy." Delia sniffles pulling away from Tamara and looking at her.

"Delia, you've been through something I can only imagine was terrifying, it's okay to lean on those who love and care for you." Tamara tries to reassure Delia.

"Maybe you're right." Delia smiles lightly.

"Aren't I always?" Tamara teases earning a light chuckle from Delia "Try and go back to sleep for a little bit D. As much as I don't think Andy will not care if you fell asleep on him, I'd recommend you not do that."

"Good idea." Delia smiles settling back into her bed and duvet "Goodnight mum."

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"Delia, Andy's here!" Tamara shouts for Delia from the front door.

"Okay, I'll be down in a minute!" Delia shouts back from upstairs.

"Andy please, come in." Tamara smiles moving aside to allow Andy to walk into the house "How are you doing today?"

"I'm very well thank you, Mrs Vincent." Andy smiles "You're looking well, how was your evening with Delia last night?"

"Andy please, there's no need for the formality, just call me Tamara." Tamara smiles as she and him walk into the living room "Although I do have to confess, I'm a little bit worried about Delia, I was hoping you could help and maybe try and talk to her."

"What happened? Is she okay?" Andy panics; as horrible as it seems, seeing Andy panic reassured Tamara. It was nice to see that her daughter was in safe hands.

"About 4 am this morning I had to wake up her because she was screaming out from a bad dream. She was begging you not to leave her and claiming someone was going to take her away." Tamara smiles sadly.

"Oh God, the nurse at the hospital warned me about things like this after what she's been through. I know it's going to get worse before it gets better, but I'm worried it will get so bad that she'll do something reckless. She likely won't accept too much help either." Andy sighs.

"You're right about not accepting help, I love her and Nick dearly but their stubbornness drives me up the wall sometimes." Tamara shakes her head grinning slightly. "She won't talk to me about it either."

"I can try but I'm not sure if she'll tell me if she won't even tell you, I know you're both close." Andy smiles at Tamara.

"Mum? Andy?" Delia calls from the hallway.

"Living room dear!" Tamara confirms "Feel free to visit whenever you like Andy, even if that means staying a night You're always welcome here."

Andy understood what Tamara meant by that comment. She was suggesting Andy stay the night to bring Delia some comfort either to get her to open up about the bad dream if it were to happen again or to chase it away completely, but he had to be smart about it. If Delia suspects that Tamara had spoken to him about what had happened, she would never agree to let him stay with her the night. Instead, he had to think of a way to make it about himself.

"Are you ready to go Andy?" Delia asks as she hobbles into the living room.

"Yeah." Andy nods before standing up from the sofa "It was lovely seeing you again Tamara." 

"Feel free to visit any time Andy." Tamara smiles although Andy knew it was just a reminder of what they had just spoken about without Delia's knowing.

"Thank you." Andy smiles at her.

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"It's so nice to have a phone that actually works now." Delia laughs before taking a sip of her coffee; caramel of course. "Could you add my new number into the groupchat please? It'll be easier for the others to reach me then rather than send out a message to all of them."

"Yeah of course, let me do it now before I forget." Andy laughs alongside her grabbing his phone.

"Thank you." Delia smiles after receiving the notification that Andy had added her to the group. "Is it weird for you being back in Ohio?"

"A little, I kind of feel like a ghost." Andy smiles looking at Delia;  she looked anxious and he could guess why.

"So what? After Christmas you go back to LA and forget all about me?" Delia questions as she lays all of her anxiety on the table; the nightmare Tamara told Andy about, the fears of everything, it was hitting Delia and harder than what Andy wanted to see.

"Of course not, I could never forget about you Delia." Andy's smile falls and he carefully takes Delia's hand in his as if she may break from any sudden or hard movements, as if she was the finest china. "You know we all want you on our next tour, the guys and Shevy adore you and you're great at what you do. Plus I can easily come to Ohio or you can visit my place in LA."

"That's true." Delia nods timidly.

"Or a crazier idea, and there's no pressure for this, you could move to LA." Andy speaks casually as not to scare Delia as he watches for her facial expression "I know you've been trying to move out of your parent's house for a while now."

"I could never afford LA." Delia sighs looking down at her hand in Andy's; she'd love to move to LA, she was has as she knows it would give her better job opportunity and now she'd be closer to Andy. As much as she did not want to admit it, she needed Andy, but she was never good at asking for help or accepting help even when it was given to her.

"How about this then..." Andy begins before rubbing his thumb over Delia's knuckles "You could move into the spare room I have? I know it's out there and I won't expect an answer right nowbut that could also be an option and I know what you're going to be thinking, if the money side is going to bother you then I'll let you tag into the bills."

"I'll have to think about it, but that sounds great Andy." Delia nods tightening her grip on Andy's hand slightly as if she was scared he would slip away from her.

"Like I said, there's no pressure and I won't be offended if you choose not to." Andy smiles lightly squeezing her hand to reassure her.

"Andy?" Delia starts looking up at him "Can you stay with me tonight? I'm scared."

"Of course." Andy smiles back "Always."

[xmads-omensx]

You've never seen Batman?

Masterlist

Word Count: 1,461

Pairing: Andy Biersack X Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, jokey arguing, kissing

Summary: Y/N and Andy go on a coffee date, when Andy makes a shocking discovery.

I pulled my dark green knitted jumper over my head as I finished getting ready for my date. Andy and I had been on four dates so far and have been rally hitting it off. The plan for today was to go out to a local park and get some coffee. Obviously weather dependent, but it hadn’t exactly been very predictable as of late.

I laced up my white sneakers before grabbing my bag ad jacket, then opening the front door. I was greeted by Andy’s long torso, tattooed arm outstretched as if he was about to knock. We shared a brief moment of eye contact before bursting into laughter.

We were still in that blissful stage where everything felt like it was perfect. Granted, we weren’t officially a couple yet, but it was definitely heading in that direction.

“You look beautiful.” He smiled down at me as he knitted our fingers together.

“So do you.” I replied. “Wait. No. I mean handsome. You look handsome.” I gushed, tripping over my words with an embarrassed laugh.

“Thank you.” Andy laughed, squeezing my hand and leaning down to kiss my cheek.

He led me from my from door and down the driveway.

The walk to the park was pleasant. We filled it with small talk about how our lives had been since the last time we had seen eachother. Sadly, Andy had been away on tour for a month and I hadn’t seen him since the week before he left. This, however, did make me even happier to see him even though we weren’t officially together yet.

The clouds hung a dark and ominous grey in the sky, threatening to burst open at any moment. Hopefully we would manage to avoid any potential downpour this afternoon. A sudden chill from the cool autumn breeze bit at me through my knitted sweater and jacket. Andy must’ve noticed as he wrapped his skinny, leather clad left arm around my shoulders as he led me towards the pop-up coffee shop in the park. Fallen leaves crunched underneath my feet as we approached.

“Hey, can I get a medium Americano and a large Pumpkin Spice latte to go please?” Andy asked the server.

“Of course. Are those separate or together?” The man asked us.

Before I could even register what he had said, Andy had already replied, “together please” and paid for both coffees.

“Hey!” I feigned offense, “I wanted to pay.”

“No chance, sweetheart.” He smiled whilst pressing a kiss into the top of my head.

“At least let me pay for mine.” I tried to compromise with him.

“I’m ignoring you and your stupidity now.” He laughed, leaving me no choice to laugh along with him because his laugh was so contagious.

“Here you two go.” The server said with a smile as he passed Andy our orders. “Have a great rest of your day, but the weather doesn’t look too great.”

Andy glanced up to the sky and let out a sigh. “Hopefully it rains later so our coffees don’t get ruined.” He laughed.

We thanked the man a second time before wandering over to a nearby picnic bench that was sheltered underneath a large oak tree. I took a sip of my Pumpkin Spice latte and breathed out a sigh.

“You okay over there?” Andy asked with a grin on his face.

“Yeah I’m good. It’s just been a while since I’ve done anything like this. Like felt really autumn-y I guess.” I replied.

“Autumn-y isn’t even a word dumbass.” Andy laughed in response.

“Hey! It’s hyphenated, that makes it a word!” I defended with a laugh.

“That doesn’t count Y/N.” He laughed at my idiocy.

“Yes it does. You just don’t understand the genius that is the inner-workings of my brain.” I explained to him, trying and failing to hold in a laugh.

He laughed in response.

Suddenly, interrupting our short-lived moment of bliss, small raindrops began to fall around us. They gradually got heavier and, before we knew it, we were caught in a torrential downpour.

“Come on, we can go to my place it’s closer.” Andy grabbed my hand and we began to jog to the exit of the park.

We practically ran the rest of the way to Andy’s, hand in hand, laughing the whole way.

By the time we reached the sanctuary of his apartment, we were both soaked through to the bone and were both shivering. Andy unlocked the door and led the way into his bedroom, then handed me a t-shirt, hoodie and sweatpants to change into before leaving the room.

I undressed and pulled on Andy’s dry clothes. They smelled like him which brought me even more comfort. It had dawned on me that I had never been to Andy’s place before. We weren’t officially a couple yet so this felt a little bit weird, but I couldn’t ignore the flutters in both my stomach and heart as I looked around his bedroom.

Batman posters and merch took up most of the space. There was some Black Veil Brides stuff framed and hung up on the walls, along with an obscene amount of Cincinnati Bengal’s memorabilia filling his room. It was very chaotic, but very… Andy.

I picked up the black material of the hoodie and pulled it over my head, adjusting it so that it sat comfortably on my torso. Glancing down at it, I realised that it had a huge Batman logo on the front of it. I knew he liked Batman, but it still surprised me the sheer extent of his love for it.

I exited out of his room, with my sopping wet clothes in my hands. I handed them to a patiently waiting Andy who then took them and placed them into the dryer with his own clothes and starting a cycle.

“Those should be done in an hour or so.” He said, rubbing his hands together.

“Sounds good.” I replied, pulling the sleeves of the hoodie over my hands in an attempt to get warmer.

“are the clothes okay?” Andy asked, “They’re a bit big but I’ve not really got much else to offer you.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah, no, they’re fine.” I replied. “I just feel like a bit of a poser that’s all.” I laughed, gesturing at the hoodie.

“What do you mean?” He smiled back at me.

“Well, I’ve never seen Batman so I feel like a poser.” I said with a smile.

His face fell.

“You… you.. let me get this straight.” He began with an expression of complete and utter disbelief across his face. “You’ve never seen the greatest film franchise ever created?”

I shook my head. “No. Sorry.”

He let out a sigh and walked over to the sofa, before sitting down and putting his head in his hands.

“Andy? You okay?” I laughed.

“No. Y/N. I’m not okay. I cannot believe I haven’t shown you this before.” He patted the seat next to him as he loaded up Netflix. “What on earth is wrong with you, Y/N? How the fuck have you never seen Batman?”

I laughed at his dramatic reaction. “I don’t know. I’ve always been more into anime so I never really watched stuff like this.”

He sighed and shook his head. “Fucking wierdo.” He mumbled, trying and failing to keep a smile off of his face.

“Okay. Show me what all the hype is about then.” I sighed.

“How about we take turns?” Andy suggested.

“Huh?” I asked, confused about what he meant.

“I show you Batman, then next time you show me some anime? Best of both worlds.” He said matter-of-factly.

“Andy, that will literally take forever.” I laughed.

“Yeah? Well good thing I don’t plan on going anywhere any time soon. I can’t leave my lovely girlfriend to suffer without ever watching Batman in her life.” He stated simply.

“Huh- Wha- Girlfriend?” I asked, bewildered at what he said.

“Yeah, girlfriend.” He replied, turning to face me. “Is that- Do you not want that?” He gushed. “Because I can take it right back and we can forget I ever said that. You never have to see me ever again if that’s what you wa-“

I cut his rambling off with a kiss, grabbing both sides of his face with my hands.

“Of course I want to be your girlfriend, dumbass.” I laughed.

He let out a sigh of relief before wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his side, with my head resting on his chest.

“Good. Now do you need me to explain anything before we-“ Andy began.

“Shut up and play the movie.” I replied. We laughed like we usually did, and would continue to do forever.

[janeleclerc]

Could you do prompt 18 with Jude Bellingham, thank you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

18- “Why are you laying down in front of the Christmas tree like that?”

warnings: none just fluff!

Bored.

Jude was bored.

He did everything; wrapping last minute presents, adding extra decorations to the house, reading, watching a movie, playing games... but none of these activities had managed to get rid of the nagging feeling of boredom.

He ended up laying down in front of the Christmas tree, staring up at the lights and ornaments.

“Why are you laying down in front of the Christmas tree like that?” Y/N asked, walking into the room. Jude hadn’t realized that she walked in, her sudden presence startling him.

“Nothing, just bored and dunno what to do,” he mumbled.

“Hmm, well, do you fancy building a snowman?”

Jude’s ears perked up at the suggestion, slowly lifting himself from the floor.

So that was how Jude and Y/N ended up outside in the snow, attempting to build a snowman.

“Think we have any icicles around?” Jude asked as he started building the snowman’s body.

“Why would you need an icicle, chérie?” Y/N laughed.

“For the nose!”

“Carrots exist, y’know...”

“Yeah, but I want to be creative,”

Y/N looked up at Jude and smiled at him, admiring how cute he looked as he was focused on building the snowman.

“I can feel you staring, sweetheart,” he smirked. She rolled her eyes playfully and blushed, “Shut up,”

By the end of the day, Jude and Y/N had built a whole football team of snowmen, and also happened to have freezing bodies.

“It’s cold.” Jude stated once they entered back inside their house.

“Fancy a hot chocolate?” Y/N smiled.

“You bet,”

And that was how the two of them ended up drinking hot chocolate all night and watching Christmas movies, enjoying each other’s presence.

thank you for requesting! i hope you liked this, merry christmas :) ♥️☃️

[mchlgayser]

Please can you do a : Chubby! Reader x Jude Bellingham

Fluff or smut or both no matter :)

Like I really need it

𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐘 ft jude bellingham

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Just Jude being extra cuddly with you.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff / ✮

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: none

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Thank you for this one special request anon! I'll try my best and fulfill this to the fullest (even though it is short). I wanna thank you all that's been requesting from one shot to another, I appreciate it a lot! I hope you have fun reading this and have a great day/night ahead! xoxo

You were cooking in the kitchen with your apron on when a hand suddenly snaked around your form, you chuckle and swiftly turn your head around 'Morning, Judy!' You shafts, turning around, and went to peck his lip 'Morning, Godhead!' He caressed your hand before he left your figure to the fridge and grab a bottle of juice 'You want some?' You hum ushering him to ready plates on the island's top 'Yes please, the food is almost ready as well!' You topped two pancakes on his plates and did the same to yours 'What toppings would you like?' You asked referring to the maple syrup and the chocolate one.

He points towards the chocolate syrup and you pour some on him and put the maple syrup on yours. You two settles down and chucked in to the breakfast 'You got practice today?' You asked cutting on your pancake as you bit it down.

'No, I asked for a day off. Want to spend time with my favorite' He playfully bops your chin using his fingers and you blush 'Yes, thanks. I needed that.' He laughs before continue consuming.

It is now three in the afternoon, you and Jude are in bed cuddling with each other, a laptop on his lap as you two focused on the movie ahead.

'Jude, I need to get up. I got to do my assignments!' He whines tightening his grasp around you 'No! I want to stay like this longer! You are so nice to hold!' He commented, tightening even impossibly closer to you, his chest on your side as he wiggle around like a youngster. You huff at him, pouting a little 'But you said that on our second movie. This movie is our third and almost ended!' His frown deepens 'Do you not love me anymore, Y/n?' He asked like a pretend broken child making you awed 'Of course, I do. But I got works--'

'Then stay.' He ordered wrapping an arm around your neck and bringing your head to his chest in an attempt to joke around but you wheeze 'I can't breathe!' He immediately lets go and you laugh 'That hurts, Jude idiot!' You bashed joining him in a small laugh.

You two indeed stay around for another three to four movies after that with Jude being extra cuddly than usual.

'Why're you so unusually cuddly today?' You asked letting him lay down on your belly 'Just because.' You look at him with a knowing look making him exasperatedly sigh

'I love you, you know that?' Your eyes widen at the sudden outburst but you chuckle either way 'Of course I do, why are you asking such a foolish question, Jude?'

'Then stop bashing your form and look so much. You are my baby girl because I love you for who you are. Never get insecure about what other people say. I don't want to see you go downhill because of how you look. I think...No I know, you are perfect like this, just the way you are. You are the most beautiful woman I've met in my entire life after my mom. Your kind heart, your pure soul, your striking feature, and your glowing skin. I love everything about you. I mean, everything. If you dare hate any of your imperfections it means you dare to hate me. Your one and only. Understood? I love you...' He singsongs the last sentence and pounces you to the bed giving you kisses all over your face and hugging you hiding in the crook of your neck

'I'm the luckiest man alive!'