#jude is pregnant

[thebearer]

bringing amelia home and all the boys are trying to get a peak of her but ronan is like trying to crawl on your lap not understanding he can’t because you’re so sore

they're so close in age too and he just wants to snuggle. paci in his mouth, half asleep bc he just woke up from his nap. he wants those post nap cuddles, and is too little to understand that he can't?? he just sees his mom and wants to snuggle.

you nearly give in too. ready to say fuck it and try and make it work. reaching for him and lip gives you a wide eyed look, scooping ronan up and away. "are you out of your mind?"

"i can hold him."

"no, you can't." lip huffs, rolling his eyes lightly at you. ronan's starting to cry, a pitiful little whine, reaching out for you. you just want to snuggle him. "he'll be alright." lip gives you a reassuring look, holding ronan instead.

you settle with lip holding him, you holding amelia, jude between the two of you and freddie next to you. all looking at their baby sister, enthralled with her as she moves and yawns and stretches.

[todaysanother]

Jude in the stolen heir duology be like:

[zosa95]

Greta: Unca Dude, Unca Dude!

Little Greta raced to her uncle as fast as her chubby legs could manage. She flung herself at Jude,  squealing in delight as he swung her high.

Sybil: Gemma!

Sybil ran over to hug Gemma and started talking silly baby talk to Greta. Then she turned to Gemma.

Sybil: When are you going to have the baby?

Jude frowned, giving his daughter a warning look.

Jude: Sybil, what did I say about asking personal questions?

Sybil: I'm not five anymore. And I'm not asking because she's fat. I know there's a baby in there.

Gemma: (teasing) It could be a food baby.

Sybil: A what?

Gemma shook her head and laughed.

Sybil: My dad can come over when you have the baby. If the baby gets stuck, he can help.

Jude: Sybil, stop talking, please.

Sybil: He can just reach in and pull the baby out—

Jude: Sybil! She’s not a ewe! And this conversation is inappropriate.

Sybil huffed and stared at her father.

Sybil: Does she know how babies come out?

Jude: (desperately) Not another word.

Sybil: But—

Jude: No. More. Words. Go back to play with Giles and Betty. Now.

Sybil looked bewildered. Her father wasn’t usually grumpy with her. She threw her hands up in the air and shrugged. Then she made a zipping motion across her lips with more sass than compliance. She reached out her hand to a giggling Greta, leading the toddler to the playground. Jude took a deep breath, burying his face in his hands.

Gemma was speechless. There was a part of parenting she had not foreseen. She took a quick peek at a silent Jude. He didn’t meet her eyes.

Gemma: How about we pretend that conversation never happened?

Jude: Yes, please.

The uncomfortable silence between them continued.

Gemma: What topic should I study before quiz night?

Jude’s shoulders relaxed as he launched into familiar topics, trying to shake off the confusing feelings that Gemma stirred in him.

[bookish-phile]

[darkficlord69]

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[babaroqa]

i really don't understand how anyone who loves jude can hate taryn. i mean they're cut from the same cloth. they are both consumed by desire, by want, by longing, and both do cruel things to get to where they want because they feel like they're less, they both feel like they constantly have to prove their worth to everyone around them. they're also both haunted by the murder of their parents and their actions are shaped by that huge event, it's only that jude focuses on aspect of it that is the fact of the brutal murder and taryn focuses on the love that caused it all to happen.

[3d-destro]

Maternal advice

Jude gives an advice to Makkio.

Both characters are OCs of Nigl_kun (on Twitter) and this pic was commissioned by him.

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

What is his ass supposed to be Sharing today. I don't have all day

[baileybasses-archive]

JUDE DEMOREST AS STAR DAVIS IN STAR (3.04)

[iheartjude]

So cute 🥰

[thebearer]

a horny lip thot: 18+ smut ahead minors dni

baby jude was conceived after a foot rub.

ever since queenie showed lip the importance of reflexology (tbh that scene really freaked me out and made me cringe but i was thinking about foot rubs and lip today so) he'd realized maybe it wasn't all "hippy dippy bullshit".

freddie's second birthday was two months away. you and lip were... well serious, but not married. more than boyfriend and girlfriend- it felt so juvenile to call each other that for some reason. lip had been calling you his wife since freddie was born, but you'd yet to accept his proposal.

you had a long day. your students were especially rambunctious today on a day when you were especially exhausted. ian and mickey were saints, offering to keep the kid so you and lip could have at least a dinner alone.

the dinner to the italian restaurant on the south side didn't exactly happen, instead, you were laid out on the couch with lip's hands rubbing your feet. he knew what he was doing, though he'd never admit it. it had been a while since you two had fucked, babies and busy schedules weren't kind to your sex life, and a night alone? lip wasn't wasting it.

his fingers dug into the arch of your foot, your body squirming while he worked out a "knot".

"feel good?" lip smirked, watching you squirm, legs pressed together, arm still thrown over your eyes. no fuckin' way this is actually working, lip thought.

sure enough, it did work. it worked well enough that lip got to spend the rest of the night, fucking you hard and deep into the mattress, like he used to before freddie came along and you had to be quiet. fucked you until you were sprawled on the mattress, leaking his release into a puddle under you, while he smoked next to the open window of your bedroom.

two months later, you were coming home with another ultrasound, and the news that freddie would be a big brother.

[wildestdreamcatcher]

I get asked this a lot but tbh, I don't think Cleo and Elijah would've dated in high school. Elijah wasn't really a great person at the time in his life. He was kind of just a shitty teenage dirtbag. Cleo would've hated that and I think if they did date in high school, their relationship wouldn't be the healthiest and it probably wouldn't even last 3 months.

@sadlonelyyogurt @regthyfjugki

[zosa95]

Gemma: Hey! How are you?

Eva: Tired, but good.

Gemma: We won’t stay long, but I couldn’t resist stopping by after Lamaze class. He’s just precious.

Gemma cooed over Simon in Mak’s arms.

Mak: Want to hold him?

Gemma: I’d love to!

Mak gently handed Simon over.

Eva: Look at you! You’re a natural.

Gemma laughed and shook her head.

Gemma: It’s more like well-practiced. I grew up taking care of babies.

Mak: Aren’t you an only child?

Gemma, mesmerized with tiny fingers and cherubic cheeks, barely heard Mak’s question.

Gemma: (focused on Simon) I grew up poor. The older kids, when we were four and five, had to watch the babies and toddlers when our moms got shit-faced or such. Then, I was the babysitter at the hotel in my teens. One resident had to go back to waiting tables when her baby was two weeks old. I kept him until he was old enough for daycare. And-

Gemma abruptly stopped, realizing she’d revealed far more than she intended.

Mak: (gently) Erik grew up in care and helped with the younger kids. He’s brilliant with them. We call him the baby whisperer. How lucky are we to find another?

Markus shot Mak a grateful look as Gemma nodded.

Gemma: (lightly) I don’t know about being a baby whisperer, but my tiny co-stars seemed to love me.

Eva: As does Greta.

A slightly flustered Gemma handed Simon back to his father.

Mak: Want to hold him, Markus?

Markus: Ah, I’m not very practiced with babies.

Beatrice: I wasn’t either. I cried during Betty’s first bath, positive I’d accidentally drown her. You’ll adjust.

Markus: (ruefully) I better.

Everyone laughed.

Mak: Your crash course will arrive in four months. Eh, you’ll be fine. They are babies, not bombs.

Markus: (shaking his head) Bombs are easy. Either I get it right, or suddenly, it’s not my problem anymore.

Beatrice: (laughing) Oh my gods. You might be a little demented.

Gemma: (faked outrage) And he didn’t even warn me he was batshit crazy before our first date.

Markus shook his head and rolled his eyes while everyone laughed.

[darlingod]

They both killed their husbands willingly but only one of them wanted their husband alive 💀💀 Duarte women tea

Jude one-upping Taryn

Taryn: marries one of cardan’s friends

Jude: marries cardan

Taryn: Becomes a Lady

Jude: Becomes a Queen

Taryn: stabs her husband

Jude: Beheads her husband

[3d-destro]

A… masterpiece…?

Jude received a drawing of… her…?

Aaand that's the last raffle pic won by my dude Nigl (UuglayBasetard on Twitter!), the OC belongs to him.

Thanks again to everyone for participating! I'll definitely do more raffles in the future.

[anadiasmount]

as time gets close - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: almost close to your due date, what is wrong with a late-night grocery trip with your very excited and anxiously waiting fiance?

wc: 1.8k | masterlist | jude's masterlist

psa 🗣️: a little dad! jude blurb bc we haven’t seen much of this on the timeline!! like always hope you enjoy 🤍

"why are you bending down? you know that is bad for you," you rolled your eyes at your fiance's scolding, grabbing the keys from the floor. "i dropped the keys by accident," you say as you pick the correct key that belonged to the lock. jude rubbed your belly, ensuring you were okay before helping you out to the car, the reusable bags tucked underneath his arm.

"did you bring the list?" you ask him seeing as he nods and pulls it out from the pockets of his hoodie. "i did. i also brought you some snacks because you didn't eat much after getting some nausea," you pouted your lips leaning up to peck his cheek thanking him. "what would i do without you?" you tease, a playful scoff falling from his lips.

"what makes you think you'd be without me? i'm attached to you for life remember?" he grabs your left hand kissing over your ring finger as he gives you a knowing look. you feel as he brings your intertwined hands to your belly, "and you're carrying my baby in there."

"really i couldn't tell," you say sarcastically.

"let's make it quick because my feet already hurt and i want to sleep," you advised letting out a tired yawn. despite being close to your due date, you still had some work to do before maternity leave. making calls to set meetings, attending them over zoom, filing paperwork, in charge of making sure the firm doesn't backfire, and planning some stuff out for your wedding.

jude had told you multiple times to take it easy, but placing that aside, he always helped you unconditionally. in the shower, when cooking, taking care of chores, before bed, and attending all your doctor's appointments. he was your personal midwife and wanted to take care of you the most he could.

you remembered to look on his face when you told him you were expecting, the tears on his face as he spoke to your barely bump all night and traced his hands on your belly. singing and humming lullabies and stories about his day. since then he wanted to protect you the best he could.

going to the grocery store at this time was nothing new, in fact, it became so prevalent now that you were pregnant because you craved everything. making jude do a late run to pick up your cravings or groceries for the upcoming weeks. the same store, at the same time.

you placed your purse on the cart, snuggling into your jacket as the cold air inside the store blew you away. you followed jude who picked out veggies and greens for his meal prepping, helping him tie the bags and weigh them on the digital scale that produced labels. you watched in awe as your boyfriend picked out three pairs of different flowers. "what are these for?" you asked, smelling the flowery scent.

"for the house. we need to replace the old ones that dried out," jude says with a shy grin. "you were the one who said plants and flowers bring a sense of home into our house, " jude recalled your words, kissing your temple, pushing the cart since it became a bit heavier. "i did say that didn't i? well i wasn't wrong," you shrug, wrapping a hand around his bicep as he trailed along isles to pick up the different items on the list.

he did all the heavy lifting as you reached and picked stuff up from your level, like spices and eggs. you turn your back for a few seconds to retrieve some milk and coffee beans for the morning, to see the cart filled with pop tarts and other salty snacks. "no no no," you shake your head, as jude whines out protests. "y/n we need them! they're even on sale!"

“jude, i don’t care! we just got some three days ago!,” you say laughing, putting back the box of pop tarts. “y/n i’m telling you right now, in a couple of hours or days you’re gonna have me running back here for them,” jude states following behind you.

“am not!” you quickly defend, bringing a hand to your aching back. “are too! last night you had me running out for cheetos. what’s it going to be today? kettled popcorn? or wingstop?” jude teased making you rolls your eyes and focusing back on to what needed to get done. “don’t forget we need to pick some of that acid reflex stuff for you, to get rid of the heartburn,” jude reminds you, taking the cart and walking out of the pop tarts isle, sneaking a box in for you.

“what’s left on the list?” you ask him, taking out a small snack you had in your purse and offering some to jude. “we need bananas, strawberries, orange juice, and meats for upcoming dinners…” jude reads the list one by one, using his index finger as he goes along.

you pass by an isle grabbing some cereal and granola for your yogurts and bowls. jude insisting he grabs his favorite too since you refuse to share from your part. as you wait by the deli section jude come behind you, grabbing your belly and relieving some of the pressure.

you immediately lay your head back on his shoulder sighing in relief, hearing jude chuckle and place a kiss on your head. “almost there darling,” he whispered running one of his hands along your tummy. “i know what you’re doing jude… and if this baby starts kicking right now i’ll leave you here,” you warn.

“i’m just trying to help you love. doesn’t it feel good?” he reprimanded as you nodded. “yes but not when she starts kicking, i swear she does it on purpose and it’s your fault. like she knows it you,” you said feeling your lower back less tense and heavy. "i kid you not, last night she almost made me pee from this hard kick!"

"sounds to me like we have a mini footballer coming into our lives," said jude continuing to hold your belly since you were tired and your baby was heavy. he had read the method online with other tips and tricks. jude got more into reading when he found out you were pregnant, wanting to know every effect and secret to ensure a healthy and safe pregnancy.

"let's hope not, i don't think i could handle cleaning up broken stuff around the house every day," you sigh, releasing yourself from his hold because you began to get hot. you didn’t understand how your body was so quick to adjust and then de-adjust from hot and cold, but it was so easy and it drove you mad sometimes.

“you okay?” jude softened his eyes as you let out a breath of despair, holding your hand and feeling a sit squeezed tightly against his. “yeah just got a mini cramp,” you held your back and practiced breathing methods you learned, “i’m good, i promise,” you kiss his hand before retrieving the meats from the butcher. "we'll get home soon, and i promise you a warm tea and massage okay?"

"did you want chocolate or strawberry milk?" jude held up the pint containers, "strawberry, we still have chocolate milk at home," you said, jude nodding as he quickly picked the orange juice and your favorite yogurts. "i was never a fan of sweet or flavored milk but these are soooo good," you exaggerated, jude smiling hard down at you.

"never a fan? these were my childhood as a kid! my mum used to buy these or the powder to make it ourselves," jude says recalling a old memory thinking of his babygirl. "you reckon she'll like them too?" jude spoke softly as he saw you give him a fast nod. if there was one thing loved it was discussing his babygirl. he was so anxious and wanted to meet her. the itch in his teeth getting bigger as every day passes.

to hold her while she slept, hug her to keep her warm, coddle her to sleep, feed her. he was ready for it all. he loved to shop and spoil her already. her carrier, crib, different books, toys, and stuffed animals like he had as a kid. she didn't know it yet, but she would be jude's second best friend. firstly you. always you.

they saw if one ever finds love at first sight, and jude definitely did with you. a smile so bright, eyes gleaming with happiness, a stranger who he fell madly with almost immediately after hearing her say hello. through ups and downs, you found your way to each other and since then, it's a love story for the movies. jude had his career blowing, a beautiful fiancee, and now a baby on the way. what more could he want?

as jude helped bag the groceries into the recycled bags you had, you paid and thanked the cashier whom you got close with on nights like these. asking how her day was, about her kids, anything special, always something to distract her. "you two have a safe night!" she yelled as you turned and thanked, wishing her a good night as well.

after you insisted on helping, you carried four light bags as jude carried most bags since he hated double trips. you guys quickly unpacked everything, longing and wishing to get into bed. you ensure the stove and other appliances are off, grabbing your tea and heading upstairs with jude.

"lay here for me," jude instructed, grabbing some cream and begging to smooth and massage out the muscles on your legs and shoulders. "after we have her, i promise i'll return every single thing you did for me while i was pregnant," you say struggled and full pleasure as the tension went away at jude's fingertips. "oh i'm fully expecting the injured boyfriend method again," jude teased as he finished up.

he grabbed a new book, laying on your side as you brushed and played with a few curls on his head, twirling them around your finger as he breathed softly. he looked so gentle and full of excitement like this, reading to your babygirl, who sensed her daddy's voice as she kicked. she knew, she always knew.

he applied your belly oil to prevent any stretch marks and kissed the small ones that formed along the way. jude cherished your body for carrying his baby in there, for being able to give and bring a new life into his and yours. you laid on your side, jude's chest connecting and fitting the crevasse on your back, holding your tummy as in a way to keep it safe.

you placed and locked hands with his, as jude wishing you a goodnight, peering kissed on your shoulders then finally lips, moaning in delight, a tiny groan leaving his lips. "i love you so much darling," he whispered, kissing your temple and snuggling into you more. "iloveyoutoojude," you said fast, with a playful smile on your lips as you felt a familiar sensation of a certain craving. "okay now i do want some pop tarts..."

"are you serious right now?"