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hamiltonells · 1 month

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ALWAYS ~ JUDE BELLINGHAM

[sort of based of this request! so thank you for request. please let me know what you think! always welcome to criticism, also let me know if you would like a series based or this little family! 🍓]

[SUMMARY: being soon to be parents is hard especially being so young as well, but Jude and y/n takes everything in their stride]

[WARNINGS: fluff, smut, morning sickness? not edited, swearing spelling mistakes? ]

You’re feet shuffled across the cold kitchen flooring as you soothed your bump with one hand and held a tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream in the other, Your seven -month bump slightly peaking out of Jude’s shirt.

“Are you still okay for tomorrow, beautiful?” Jude’s voice reaches out over the FaceTime call, as you sitback down on the sofa and put the blanket over your bump.

With Jude being in Madrid, it was decided that you would have dinner at his parents' house in England. Due to your frequent travels between England and Madrid, you rarely have the opportunity to spend time with his family, especially with his mother being in the middle.

you placed the laptop on your lap during the ongoing FaceTime call with Jude, “Yeah all good jude, what time is your flight back” your voice grew tired with every sentence you speak.

“flight is about four in the morning will get back home at seven”Jude's voice making you grow even more tired and relaxed.

You knew it was difficult for Jude to balance being at the top of the football world and being a father at just twenty years of age, but he never complained about it once

It was unexpected for you to become pregnant, and it came as a surprise since you are only nineteen and Jude is twenty years old, but you both took it as your little blessing.

"Is my little one okay? It seems like she's wearing Mommy out" Jude's voice echoes through the FaceTime call, "we're okay, just tired and the usual sickness," your voice tiredly drawls out.

Since discovering you were pregnant, you have been experiencing severe nausea, even if it was morning or night It felt like a constant battle to keep any food down, and the smell of certain foods would instantly trigger your gag reflex.

"Plus, we miss daddy a lot," you said "fuck,don't do that voice, it turns me on" he added with a rough accent, you tutted “better hurry up home then”

"I'll be back home shortly, my Love," he said in his gentle Birmingham accent.

you was sound asleep when you heard the keys jingle in the door, the door open and Jude's footsteps slowly and carefully plodding up the stairs.

You hear Jude carefully open the door to the bedroom where you both share. As you shuffle yourself up to sit against the headboard, you reach for the switch to switch on the lamp, and you switch it on.

"What are you doing awake?" Jude's tired voice broke the silence of the room. You turned to see him rubbing his eyes, looking disheveled and exhausted.

"I missed you, heard you trying to be quiet" you admitted "I'm sorry, I just didn't want to disturb you" he replied, a sheepish smile on his face.

"You could never disturb me. I always want to hear your voice." you said softly, Moving to swing your legs out of bed holding your pregnant belly as you trying to ignore the persistent pressure on your bladder.

You sigh, knowing you have to get out of bed to relieve yourself.

“oi what you doing, let me help” Jude’s voice fills your ears, as he rushes to be by your side, you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you, supporting your weight.

As he presses a soft kiss to your head, Your loving Jude gently helps you out of bed and guides you to the bathroom, making sure you don't trip over your own feet.

Once you’ve emptied your bladder, you get back into bed with a kiss on the cheek from Jude.

You snuggle into the bed sheets, Jude’s bare back now facing you as he’s rambling on about something with his toothbrush in his mouth, you don’t realise your eyes have started to close until you feel the bed dip beside you.

“Sorry baby, didn't mean to wake you again” Jude whispered as he pulled the duvet over the pair of you, with your back facing Jude he slides his arms around you and on to your bump.

"I love you and we both missed you," you murmur softly in response to him, you feel him snuggle into your neck as he presses a soft kiss there.

“hey Jobe”you slightly laugh out his name as he opens the door only to be thrown into a headlock by his own brother, the pair of them shuffling into the living room as they play fight with each other.

You shut the front door and clean your feet on the doormat before untying your shoelaces and removing your shoes.

You enter the living room and see the two brothers sitting on the sofa with a sour expression and Denise giving them a look.

"Y/n, lovely seeing you again” Denise greets you warmly as she glances up and sees you standing in the doorway “you look amazing, not long left now” she hugs you as you smile and look down, “thank you Denise” you gushed as you sat in between Jude and Jobe.

“only a couple more months left, did Jude show you the scan pictures” you continued.

"Yeah, he did," she replied with a smile. "They're amazing, aren't they? I can't believe how much the baby has grown already."

"I know, it's incredible," you said, excitement evident in your voice. "I can't wait to meet him or her."

"As long as they don't look like Jude, they will be alright" Jobe joked “You’re literally like a mini Jude, Jobe” You laughed as you put your hand onto Jude’s thigh.

“It's nice to know that I can actually grow a beard at the moment" Jude mumbles to himself, but loud enough so that Jobe can hear, "you call that a beard" Jobe laughs as he’s dodging Jude's kick.

As Denise calls all of you over for dinner, Jude gets up first to assist you up, putting one hand on your back as he guides you over to the dinner table, he sits next to you his hand on your thigh.

Mark, Jude’s dad is sat across from you, making slight conversation as you start eating your food.

As you took another bite of your food, your stomach churned you felt a wave of nausea wash over you, you reach out to take a sip of your water to hopefully wash it down.

But as the night went on, the feeling only got worse, your hand went straight over your mouth mumbling your apologies as you rush through the house to get to the bathroom.

He trails behind you, apologizing to his family before heading to the bathroom to assist you, gently rubbing circles on your back as you lean over the toilet, feeling him gather your hair up in his hands.

“you okay baby?” His voice soothing you, you lean back into him breathless as the embarrassment washes over you.

”Jude, I am deeply embarrassed. Your mother and your entire family are under the impression that I became sick because of the meal she cooked.“You convey your concern by covering your face with your hands.

“she doesn’t think that, don’t be stupid they know your struggling with your pregnancy” Jude tries to calm your down by wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you both sit in the bathroom floor.

“You okay y/n?” Denise’s worried voice makes you look up, as you see her standing in the doorway “she’s okay mum, bit tired though I think” Jude answers for you as he puts a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I'll set up Jude's room for you both, and maybe it'll be best if you stay overnight, I'll bring some lemonade up to help it helped my morning sickness with Jobe" Denise smiles at you .

In a pair of shorts and an old shirt, you lay on the bed of Jude's old bedroom, covered in the familiar smell of his old clothes.

Jude is right next to you, scrolling through his phone on his lap with his hand on your inner thigh as he softly squeezes it, as he as he speaks with Jobe who is laying across the end of the bed, who is also scrolling on his phone.

"How much longer do you have left?" Jobe asks quietly as you open your eyes to his voice. "Just a little over a month, why are you excited, Uncle Jobe?" you playfully respond.

he just hums to your question, focusing back on whatever was on his phone.

The next thing you notice is Jude placing his phone on his bedside table, and then shuffles over and settles his head on your chest while his hands go straight to shirt to lift it up, his hands go to your bump to soothe it.

In your hands, you are gentle touching the ends of his hair gently twisting it and reaching to his scruffy beard gently scratching it as he hums softly to.

When he presses a soft kiss against your bump, your unborn baby gives him a small kick as they responds to his kisses

“Did you feel that?” Jude’s face snaps around to face you as he realizes what has happened “yeah, going to be like there daddy” you smile as you stroke his cheek.

“what? let me feel, move Jude” Jobe says as he rushes to your side and he places his own hand on your bump he pushes Jude's hands away as he presses his own against the bump.

“Jobe, fucking hell it's my kid.” Jude leans down for a for a kiss before getting up and making his way to the bathroom. You giggle as you see Jude's scrunched up face as he gets up and goes to the bathroom.

you’ve just gotten into bed when Jude come in with a glass of water and places it on your bedside table, “mum says goodnight” you hum to answer him while tugging him down to yourself.

"Careful," he laughs as he catches himself on his hands as he's above you, your hands go around his neck as you press a kiss to his lips.

His laughter fades into a soft sigh as he leans in for another kiss, his lips meeting yours once more before he puts his face into your neck and presses a few light kisses.

“You have a good day, baby?” He mumbles into the crook of your neck “the best thank j” you the nickname you call him slides off your tongue easily.

Jude hums“I love you so bloody much”

“I love you more” you giggle even more when be nips your neck.

He seals your lips together once more, using his knees to spread your thighs a bit further apart for him as he spreads them apart.

In the midst of your kiss, he lets out a breathy moan, courtesy of the fingers which are holding his face, interrupting your kiss with a breathy moan.

Jude utilizes the chance to break away and snag a pillow from his side of the bed, urging your hips up by tapping the fluffy thing against your side.

your lift your back up, and he settles it under your lower back and bum to prop you up. Fortunately for him, he has had extensive experience navigating the challenges of your pregnant belly.

he grips your shorts and carefully pulls them off, taking your knickers off and softly pressing a kiss to your thigh in the progress.

Settling between your thighs, Jude giggles when you wraps your legs around his hips and tugs him closer.

Jude’s body hovers over yours , love-sick smiles a breath away from meeting each other, and he drags his fingers through your folds, groaning at how slick you’ve become.

“Oh fuck” you whisper into Jude’s ear, biting back a grin as Jude grips his cock with the fingers that had previously been fondling you.

Jude smiles as their chests are pressed together, enjoying the feeling of their stomachs touching while he guides himself into your slit.

Jude hums appreciatively, eyes fluttering shut as he basks in how warm and gooey you are for him. He'd almost forgotten how it felt to have you this desperate for him and his touch.

“Need to be quiet, Jobe next door” he whispered as a moan ripped though your body.

"Oh it's so good darling," he mumbles to you, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. He made a gentle backward slip, pulling the hips back gently as he slipped forward again, his breath stuttering as he dutifully slipped forward once again.

Guiding him, you softly release a moan, lowering one hand to the lower part of his back. With a whisper that tickles his ear, you affirm, "Jude, So so good." Tickled by the sensation, he squirms slightly and responds with a small laugh.

Jude soft with his movements, cautious of the baby between yourself, "made for being wrapped me huh?" And jude thinks nothing ever been truer.

Your arms were made to hold him, youe hands were made for pulling him closer and closer, and your heart was made to completely consume his.

you reached your high before him, rolling your hips up to try and bring him to the edge, grinding down into your heat as his cock twitches and buries deep in your walls.

Jude knows you’re watching his eyes scrunch shut and his gaping mouth curl into a breathy laugh as he comes “sorry baby, too tired for another one” he breathes into your neck.

As you nod and brush the sweaty spots from his forehead to soothe him and just like that, he is already able to feel lighter. He never has to sorry with you, you’ll always be here for him.

#jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent x reader #football one shot #football imagine #trent alexander arnold #max verstappen x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen smut #charles leclerc x reader #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton x you #lewishamilton #lewis hamilton fanfic #smut

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leviscolwill · 5 months

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— dad!trent headcanons !

req: dad!trent headcannons PLEASEE. i am on my knees, begging 🙇‍♀️

trent is giving boy dad in the best way possible

it's like having a mini trent around the house

imagine having two sassy boys around tho

he is stressed.

like actually stressed, you had hundreds of talks about your son and his education but he's dead scared of messing something up

like he would overthink and put his diaper the wrong way or sum

so he'd go to his brother for advice

plus, going on vacation with his brothers and his niece so they all grow up very close (crying at the idea of this tbh)

now... since he basically never uses instagram

i don't even know if he would make a proper pregnancy or baby announcement tbh

he'd just drop the baby announcement out of nowhere full peeta style

orrrr, he would do THE thing

aka putting the ball under his jersey when he scores (pls tell me you know what i mean)

and when your son is born you bet he's celebrating with his initial (like he did for his niece 🥹)

now... why do i feel like he's the type to talk to kids like they're full grown adults 💀

like he'd talk about his day and how training went even though the boy can't understand yet

also yk how trippier's son wanted psg to win that ucl game against newcastle and walked out with mbappe ?

trent would genuinely not take that

there is no way on earth HIS son is gonna support another club than liverpool tbh

he would physically condition him to support them

making him watch the corner taken quickly moment on repeat

he wouldn't actually do that but... close

as soon as your son learns how to walk you bet he has a football in his feet

not in a project mbappe kinda way but he wants to bond with his son over something he loves yk

you know that video of gavi playing with little kids ? yeah same

he doesn't care if your son is nine, he's playing like it's a ucl final

tbh he seems like the kind of dad to have beef with kids if they mess with your son

fully side eyeing them in front of his school and cussing them out at home

you would absolutely NOT let him close to your son's wardrobe

no way on earth he's passing the bad fashion taste genes down to your son

i don't rlly know how to end this but honestly i think after being a stressed dad, he just learns how to vibe with his son and want to make him the happiest ever

and he would go to every length to make his family happy

#not as long as jude one #but i hope you like it #trent alexander arnold #trent alexandrer arnold x reader #trent alexandrer arnold imagine #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander arnold fluff #trent alexandrer arnold headcanons #trent alexander x you #trent alexander arnold fanfic #football one shot #trent alexandrer arnold one shot #football fanfic #football fluff #football imagine #football x reader #footballer imagine #taa imagines #taa x reader

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maikissed · 1 year

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slow and messy

this is anyone you like type of shot, so enjoy. warnings: romantic c*ck sucking, duh(+18). probably poorly written, sorry.

Imagine a boy so infatuated with you that the slightest caress you grant him makes him intoxicated as he blush furiously and his beautiful eyes shine with an almost pleading expression. Moments of closeness like this makes his heart swell with adoration as he can’t get enough of you, of your smell, tender touch and gentle lips. You are so beautiful in his eyes that his chest feels heavy, overwhelmed by the fact that you’re all his, in body, soul and mind. Your loving gaze and fond smile turns him putty in your arms and it almost drives you crazy knowing that you’re the one who makes him feel like this. You love to go slow with him, thriving in these moments filled with long deep stares, delicate passionate kisses on his mouth, his neck and chest. You mark his body with traces of your fingernails as soon as you notice his breath shallowing and his eyelids closing shut, because he is so turned on and yet powerless, utterly at your mercy. You pay attention to every little reaction he grants you and realise you’ve never known you could be so enamoured with somebody.

You were kissing him, straddling his thighs, so lost in this blissful moment when you felt his hips buck up, desperate to feel you properly. You smiled into the kiss, delighted by your boyfriends eagerness and leaned back to admire the look of his swollen lips and foggy eyes.

“Be patient” you petted his cheek softly and he hummed leaning into your palm with his eyes closed.

He was so aroused, almost feverish and the sight of his flushed expression made your heart flutter with affection.

“You are so pretty” you whispered tracing the line of his lips with your fingers.

He took your hand in his gently and pecked your fingers with butterfly kisses. You could feel his hardness poking you through the clothes and almost gave in to the need to rock against him but you wanted to focus on his pleasure entirely tonight. So you slowly got off him to slide to your knees in front of him, biting your lip nervously when you spotted the look on his face. He swallowed hard, focused on your actions and his fingers that were placed on his thighs twitched slightly as if he wanted to reach out to you. But he stayed still and you shot him a cheeky smile, putting your palms on his thighs to glide them up and rest near his crotch, but not exactly in the place where he needed your attention the most. He was still watching you intensively while you started to unbutton his pants and then slowly took them off his legs. He was left only in his boxers and your mouth watered at the sight of his hardness visibly poking through the material. You’ve never actually went down on him, as your relationship was still rather fresh, but right now just the slight thought of it made your mind hazy. You took off your shirt, exposing the black little bra you were wearing and raised your hands up to tie your hair in a loose ponytail. Your boyfriend smiled at you lazily then. You rested your hands on his knees and leaned down, maintaining the eye contact all the while. He whimpered the moment you placed a hot open-mouthed kiss on his still clothed dick and the sound turned you on even more.

“Do you want me to suck you off, baby?” you asked sweetly and noticed a slight twitch of his member.

He thrown his head back with a chuckle, extremely weakened by your never-ending teasing and you put your palm on his dick to stroke him gently. He jolted, chasing your touch.

“Have you ever fantasised about it?” you murmured observing his little reactions.

“So many times” he breathed looking down at you.

You bit your lower lip excited by his confession and then grabbed the elastic of his boxers to finally free him fully. He lifted his hips up so you could take the garment off easily. You licked your lips at the sight of his erection and he blushed slightly, patiently waiting for your next move. He looked so sweet and innocent, looking at you with those big begging eyes, it made your heart ache. You placed his cock in a light grip of your little hand and bend down to peck the tip with a kiss and heard him intake a sharp breath. The muscles of his stomach tensed visibly when you licked a long stripe from the bottom to top and the moment you took him inside your warm mouth fully, he grabbed the back of your head with his hand gently, running his long fingers through your hair. You hollowed your cheeks working him slowly and dared to look up to spot him still watching you through heavy lids.

“You look beautiful” he breathed, his voice weak and raspy “You’re so good, baby”

His praise encouraged you more and you went back to play with the tip of his cock again, sucking it a bit harsher and he jumped up slightly as a low moan escaped his lips. You hummed closing your eyes and then leaned back to collect more saliva in your mouth to spit on his cock before putting it in your mouth again. The sight of this filthy act elicited a low grunt from him as he thrown his head back, completely lost in the pleasure. You sped up your movements, working the base with your wet, spit covered palm. You relaxed your throat to be able to take more of him inside your mouth and focused on steady breathing through the nose. You felt the tip hitting the back of your throat and gagged slightly, gripping his thighs. The whole act was getting messier by each second and you could tell he was close to reach the climax. His sounds were getting louder, his breathing more erratic and you moaned tasting the precum on your tongue. Shortly after you felt the twitch of his cock and he came inside your mouth abruptly, making you squeeze your eyes shut, his grip on your hair tightened. You leaned back, making sure that he’s watching you swallowing his seed. A few drops went down your chin so you used your fingers to gather it and lick the digits clean. He sighed absolutely enraptured by your messy appearance, his mouth slightly ajar, panting as if he put in a full match on the pitch. You rose up to lean on the couch with your knees on either sides of his thighs and bend down placing his face in your hands.

“I’m not done with you yet” you purred roaming his neck with your fingers.

He grinned sleepily with his eyes closed and you leaned in to kiss him on the lips sweetly.

#anyone you like #anyone you like imagine #football imagine #richarlison smut #mbappe smut #erling haaland smut #joao felix imagine #mbappe imagine #mbappe x reader #richarlison x reader #bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #trent alexander arnold imagine #mason mount imagine #and the rest of them tehe

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judeslove · 4 months

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exposed

pairing - jude bellingham x gn!reader genre - fluff, a bit suggestive warnings - swearing, intended lowercase summary - this req author’s note - i didn’t really know which one to pick so i just combined them :) also this is written with the english squad !!

you were driving jude to training. the stadium was only a few minutes away, which was great.

you both stepped onto to the pitch, you settling onto the bench when jude jogged towards the grass. you opened your phone, checking your social media.

“what’s that on your back? are those scratches?” trent asked while a grin grew on his face. jude’s face became red from embarrassment. he quickly put his shirt back on while giving trent a nudge in his shoulder.

“fuck off” jude mumbled jokingly while winking to you. you let out a giggle, making jude smile.

eventually the boys were called to come to the coaches in order to start. their training went smoothly.

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the sound of boots against the floor gave you shivers. you waited in the changing room for jude. as you were scrolling through tiktok you heard a familiar voice.

“you need to cut your nails” jude joked. you looked up from your phone and smiled at him.

“oh yeah?” you playfully giggled. jude took a glance at your lips. you couldn’t help but to admire all his features. they were covered in sweat, as he didn’t shower yet but it somehow made him more attractive.

jude’s index finger made it’s way to your chin, pulling you in. his lips were soft against yours, making you want more. you felt your breath shorten while you placed your hands on his neck. suddenly, the door swung open, revealing a disgusted phil foden next to an amused jack grealish.

“ew get a room” phil shouted. as you pulled away you hid yourself in jude’s chest from embarrassment. jude could only chuckle, feeling the heat of your cheeks against his chest.

“it’s not like you’d ever get a girl” jude argued. phil just rolled his eyes while mumbling a whatever, eventually leaving you two together while exiting the room with jack.

you and jude just laughed before leaving aswell.

💌 judeslove on tumblr.

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lilirari · 5 months

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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⊹ ( ⚽ ) . . . FAKE TEXTS ⁴ !

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ꩜⋆ yeah, marcus, you look like national geographic. i love making these fake texts for taa & jack sm the silly texts are so perfect for them 😭 also i feel like balde's can work both ways tbh. he'd just " nah " you if you ever told him you were breaking up with him.

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iaeriy · 5 months

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fair or not // trent arnold x jude bellingham

summary; who knew two best friends could share around ♥︎.

warnings; angst, swearing, mention of sex. smut; oral sex; m!recieving & f! recieving, anal, squirting & unprotected sex.

a/n; NOT PREREAD. i got carried out just for my friend to read this 😭😭, hope y’all enjoy tho! 💝

laying down on your stomach on the white fur carpet you were watching the movie as both trent and jude were on the couch, possibly asleep or watching the movie. you furrowed your brows as you heard jude laughing, “what’s funny.” you said glaring at him as he snickered, “your toes are in the air, that’s what’s funny.” he said as trent laughed at his comment, you gave jude the finger as you went back to watching the movie. boring ass movie anyway. you looked at both boys giggling before you grabbed the remote, turning it off as they both groaned in annoyance. “oh come on!” jude said at the same time trent said, “we were watching it!” he had said as you giggled before you shook your head, “it’s not that serious. let’s just do something on the nintendo, i’m so bored.” you said as they rolled their eyes, “or we can play fifa-“ you said as both boys didn’t hesitate to turn the xbox and grab the controllers, you changed the tv to the channel for the remote games as the three of you constantly played. you were sitting criss cross before a pillow fell on your head. “ow. didn’t have to throw it this hard at me.” you said to jude as he chuckled patting your head, “don’t worry darling, you’re okay.” he said as you giggled nodding your head, you looked at trent as he rolled his eyes. you bit on your lip at the way of his behavior. both guys were really cute and just absolutely beautiful, they were a bit..aggresive on the other hand. “HAH, I WON.” you said before you jumped up, squealing around as both boys rolled their eyes. on the other hand there was a little pervert activity happening, jude kept trying not to look down on your cleavage and well, trent was looking at your neck.

you sat in the middle as both boys stared at you, “what? let’s play another game now. this one is boring.” you said as trents hand accidentally touched your thigh, “oops sorry.” he said as you giggled it off before you changed the game to mario kart, “not this bullshit again.” jude said as you punched his arm playfully, “shut up and deal with it.” you said as he chuckled, “can you two stop being so lovey dovey, i honestly don’t care.” he said as you looked at him, “what?” you said as he looked away, you rolled your eyes as you went back to playing the game, you were currently winning ahead of jude before he won the game as you yelled, “i was close! did you really have to use the power up!” you said putting the controller on your thigh as he nodded his head laughing at your reaction, “it’s okay, you two should be heading home now, it’s going to start pouring even more..” you said getting up as trents hand accidentally touched your ass, you looked at him the second he turned his head away, avoiding eye contact with you. you rolled your eyes just trying to avoid the interaction as you put the controller under the tv, placing it under a cabinet. you heard both boys getting up ready to leave as you turned around, “okay, i’ll walk you two out now,” you said as you got up, both boys following you like a little puppy. you walked to your door before you opened it, “so are we hanging out tomorrow-“ you said as trent looked at you and shrugged, “i don’t know.” he said harshly as you stared at him, “what’s your problem.” you said as he looked at you.

“what?” he said crossing his arms against his chest, “my problem?” he said with an attitude as you nodded your head, “you had this attitude and i really don’t fucking know why or what’s your fucking issue.” you said as you tried not to shout at him, “nothings my problem, what about yours midget, you seem to have an attitude. you can’t handle something can’t you, nosy ass garden gnome.” he said as you slapped his arm, “cut the shit out, you’re so childish.” you said as he looked at you shocked, “damn.” jude said shaking his head as you sighed and looked at both of them, “i gotta go now, bye.” you said as you walked back inside your home, closing the door. you turned off the lights as you went straight to your room, you closed your door betfore making your way to the window closing the blinds, your phone chimed as you looked at your phone. a message from jude.

jude: are you okay?

he wrote down as you stared at the text, you thought in your head. so many things, why was trent mad and did it have to do with you and jude. you sighed before your fingers began to quicky touch the keyboard.

you: yeah i’m okay, thx for asking 🤍

you wrote down as you saw the bubble forming, you waited for his reply as he typed

jude: okay, hope you feel better from what conflict happened. thanks for also agreeing to play fifa with me 🤍.

you decided to lay down, your eyes began to slowly close as you drifted off to a deep sleep. your phone kept buzzing many times, not knowing what it was you were distracted as you woke up, a bunch of messages. but this time, only from trent. you grabbed your phone as his messages popped up.

trent: answer me.

trent: what are you doing that it takes you this long to pick up the fucking phone.

you scoffed as he repeated the words “answer me” before you thought of the conflict earlier. you rolled your eyes before you left him on open as you decided to go back to bed into your nap as you were now covered in the duvet, asleep. not only for your phone to go off again as you sighed loudly, “stupid idiot can’t even let me nap!” you said throwing a pillow off the bed as you grabbed your phone.

you: what the fuck do you want? let me be myself. i don’t want to disscuss your fucking issues nor your problem you caused.

trent: issue? problem? not my problem you and jude got more touchy and kept leaving me out. stop being such a little slut around him.

you: now am a slut? because we were messing around, what’s your problem?? i can’t even hang around with him as much compared to you? let it be fair.

trent: why should it be fair, i’ve liked you since then and you give him more attention. he likes you too but obviously you want him more.

your eyes widening at the message as you realized everything making sense, the gifts, the interactions and lastly spending much more time togetner. you swallowed nervously before a message from jude popped up on the top of your phone.

jude: dont listen to what trent is saying he’s overreacting

you quickly clicked on his contact before you dialed the number, holding your phone to your ear as you heard trent talking before you heard him speak, “hello?” jude said as you cleared your throat before speaking, “is trent with you? i have to talk to him about this.” you said as he spoke up again, “yea he’s here. just drive carefully.” he said as you hung up on him before you put your shoes on running downstairs as you went to your car as you drove to judes place. you looked at your phone as you saw trent texting you, you huffed loudly before you parked the car as you stood infront of the door drenching yourself in the water, you knocked even harder as jude opened the door. “you’re all wet..how long have you been waiting.” he said as you stared at him, “long enough trent couldn’t open the fucking door after he said he would open the door. fucking petty ass idiot.” you said as jude stopped you, “you really believe him?” he said as you gulped, “maybe. maybe not. maybe he likes me too and you must like me a lot.” you said as he looked away in embarrassment, “so you do! i can’t even have a single hang out moment with the two of you because you like me more and he thinks your taking me away from him! what the fuck!” you said as you slapped his head before you saw trent peeking out, “i can fucking see you get out.” you said before he walked out now infront of you.

“you’re arguing with him like its a big of a deal shut up already.” he said as you looked at him, “it is a big deal! i can’t even hang out with my own best friends without you both fighting like some stupid children.” you said talking with your hands as you were already pissed off, on the other hand..jude was staring down at your perky nipples. “you made this a big deal because me and jude were being touchy. not my fault i known him since i was a kid too. you stupid idiot.” you said as he scoffed, “you’re the one getting rained on so shut the hell up.” trent said as jude stared at him, “stop being so rude to her.” he said as you looked at him, “now you’re defending her?” he said as you looked at both of them, “stop fighting over such idiotic nonsense!” you said as your shirt slightly lifted to your belly as jude looked again, “stop looking!” you said slapping his bicep as he pouted playfully, “why can’t you just understand i dont like none, okay! i just dont want you two fighting over me.” you said as trent rolled his eyes, “that’s funny. it’ll still happen.” he said as you rolled your eyes, “you’re hilarious y/n.” he said as you whined leaning your head back a bit. “am not the only one who likes you here, jude likes you why do you think he kept trying to touch your thigh.” he said as you looked at him then jude, “so now you want to act like you don’t say shit about her.” he said as both boys were now arguing back and forth over you. your hair was getting all wet, your clothes now soaked and your shoes soaked as well as you kept watching both boys argue back and forth. “stop fighting. this is enough. can i just go inside, i’m really cold and soaked.” you said as they both stopped and looked at you, you sighed before you took your shoes off leaving them outside the porch before going inside, you began shivering as your nipples slowly started to perk out through your shirt. you sighed shakily as you heard the door close, you turned around looking at both of them.

“settled?” you said as they nodded their heads, you smiled before trent began talking again, “it’s just stupid this whole thing now that you know..” he said as you shook your head dissapointted, “trent stop, this happened because you were jealous. i cant handle you two fighting over me.” you said as both boys looked at each other, “really.. why can’t we just share..you know..” jude said as you looked at him confused. “s-share..? what are you talking ab-“ you said as jude walked up to you, you backed up a bit before your back hit against trents, “what are you two do-“ you said as jude grabbed your cheek, you blushed heavily as you looked at him innocently. your eyelashes batting down slowly. “jude seriously what are you-“ you said before he kissed you passionately as you kissed back cupping your cheeks, you squealed in between as you felt trents hand explore and cup your breasts through your drenched shirt, your body becoming warm as you reacted to the touch. you held onto trents hand tighter, moving his hand around as you jude continued kissing you. “th-this is so wrong..” you mumbled as he spanked your hip as you flinched a bit, you felt trent hands raise up your shirt as you smacked his hand off. judes hand squeezing your ass as you moaned in between the kiss before pulling him away, “sit.” you said as both of them sat on the couch, you giggled before your hands slowly grabbed the hem of your shirt, your shirt lifting as your stomach showed before you raised it fully, your boobs bouncing out your shirt as you giggled at your shirt lifted above your head before tossing it on the floor. you giggled as you saw judes breathing increasing before you pulled down on your sweatpants as you kicked them off your ankles, you looked up at trent. “since you wanted to be a little brat..you might as well just have to watch what you hate.” you said whispering in his ear before biting his neck as you sat on judes lap.

you moved your ass a bit back, sitting on his crotch before you wrapped your arms around judes neck, he kissed your neck as you giggled before you cupped his cheeks before kissing him deeply, he kissed back cupping your ass cheek as you whimpered in the kiss, you bit down on his lip slightly sliding your tongue into his mouth as he explored into your mouth. you began moving your hips against his crotch, moaning softly into the kiss, “am so needy for you..” you mumured as he chuckled pulling on the hem of your thong, you pulled him closer with your arms as he continued kissing you. your eyes slightly going to its way to trent as you saw him slightly palming himself, you giggled before he kissed your neck. you leaned back as he began sucking on your skin. you moaned slightly as you continued rocking your hips slowly. you held onto the back of his neck, his lips making their way down to your chest. your breath hitching as you leaned your head back, you squeezed your boobs together, looking at trent as you giggled. loads of moans and grunts escaping from his mouth before you pulled jude away, “needy boy aren’t you..that’s enough for now.” you said as you grabbbed the hem of his shirt taking it off. you crawled off his lap before you got off, walking over to trent. your legs hovering above his cock as you giggled. “such a tease, don’t you think.” he said tilting his head as you shook your head giggling before smiling at him, “nopeee, not at all cutie.” you said before he pulled you closer, you whimpered at the grip before you raised his shirt up, his abdomen showing as you looked down at his cock. the sight making you whimper as his blushing tip laid against his stomach. “take it off. am not touching you until you learn to behave.” you said as he rolled his eyes taking his shirt off before you hovered above his dick, crawling onto his abdomen. “see..now your best friend is going to watch us..” you whispered in his ear as he slapped your ass, you moaned into his ear before you cupped his cheeks, as he kissed you deeply. you kissed back moaning happily before your acrylics pressed against his abs as you drew lines on them. he held onto your waist as you moved down, you sat on his thigh as you giggled before your hand grabbed his shaft, slightly stroking him as you continued kissing him. he groaned into your mouth as you giggled again. in the corner of your eye you saw a needy jude stroking himself at the sight of you making out with his best friends.

who knew you getting in between the way would settle it this way.

you pulled away as you giggled shaking your head, before jude grabbed your arm. you grunted smacking him off before you were now on your knees on the ground, both boys infront of you. “look how adorable you look down there. how cute.” jude said as you giggled before you grabbed judes cock before spitting on it as you palmed him before your other hand began to palm on trents cock, you giggled before you wrapped your mouth around the tip before you pushed your head further in. a loud groan escaping from jude as he held onto your hair, “mouth so warm f’me..”he groaned as you bobbled your head slowly, your tongue swirling near up the base, you continued stroking trent as you bobbled your head slowly, your eyelashes batting down innocently as you looked up at jude the entire time you continued bobbing your head. he pulled your head off as a string of saliva fell onto your mouth, you giggled before moving over to trents member as you wrapped your warm mouth around his shaft as you began to bobble your head slowly, he grabbed the back of your head moaning lowly as you giggled before your hands stroked jude. both boys groaning at the way you pleasured them at the same time as you felt yourself becoming needier and emptier, empty that you wanted to touch yourself so badly. you looked up at him as your fingers slightly began to roam down your body, your finger pads running down your chest as you rubbed yourself slowly. you moaned around him as your stomach fluttered. he groaned as he felt a vibration send up to him as your other hand stroked jude, feeling him twitch in your hands. “want you b-both..” you gurgled out as jude chuckled at your fucked out sentence before he grabbed you by your waist, “heard that, pretty girl wants to have fun already.”

he said as you giggled before you pulled away from trents member as he laid down on the couch. you crawled towards jude as he grabbed your waist, “turn around. face trent.” he said as you giggled in response before you were on your fours before you sunk yourself down, judes cock entering your soaking hole as you cried out a moan. “o-oh my..” you said before you began to move yourself against him. you moaned softly at the way his cock sunk in and out of your pussy. “s-so big and w-warm..” you mumbled before he spanked your ass, you continued moving your hips slowly before he held onto your waist moving you slightly quicker. your moans slowly getting louder before trent shoved his cock in your mouth, he pushed your head deeply as you gagged around him, the wet sounds of your throat and saliva making you even more messier and wetter as you kept moving yourself against jude. “no more of that potty mouth of yours huh? such a brat.” trent said as he slapped your boob, you whimpered around his cock as you kept bobbing your head on the right pace before your hands stroked his base of what couldnt fit in your mouth.

you couldn’t explain what exactly was going through your mind, you had both boys penetrating you, in the mouth and your pussy. the air around you was getting hotter and hotter, as you felt spots of sweat forming on your forehead as your foot tucked behind judes thighs before you slightly began to bounce on judes cock. you cried out as he kept hitting your g-spot, your eyes rolling back as your pussy slid in and out so deliciously and deeply inside of you. as in for trent he kept getting much more hornier and hornier as you moaned around him and watched you this way after he had imagined it. “fuck..you’re so incredible at this..” jude said behind you as you giggled before you bobbled your head deeper into trents shaft, your nose nuzzling against his pelvis bone. he groaned loudly as he twitched inside your mouth, meanwhile jude twitched inside of you as he was burried deeply inside your pussy. you felt tears forming in your eyes as your thighs were burning and aching from hoping on his cock, before trent decided to thrust into your mouth. “f-fuck you..” you gurgled out as he chuckled, you looked up choking on his length. your throat producing wet noises as you moaned loudly around him feeling your stomach tighten up as you rubbed yourself with your fingers, you definitely did not want to come undone but those two. you smacked off trents hand off your head as you bobbled your head deeper, your free hand fondling with his balls as he groaned loudly again. he thrusted his hips into your mouth as spit was slowly dripping down your chin and all over his base. jude spanked your ass hard enough making you cry out a moan at every slap before he grabbed your hips moving you back and forth. you moaned loudly as your eyes started to water up, your vision becoming blurry by your tears as you gripped onto trents thighs. you suddenly felt your orgasm pressuring you as you rode off your orgasm coming down with a scream as you squirted everywhere, your juices juttering out landing on your leg and the material of the couch as you sobbed out, as jude groaned at your pussy squeezing all over him as you sobbed out a moan yet again shaking uncontrollably, your thighs shaking as jude thrusted his hips up into you. you cried out again.

“p-please!..i-its too..m-much..” you said with your mouth stuffed as you pulled your mouth away before you breathed like crazy, your chest rising up and down as you tried to control your breathing before you kept moaning uncontrollably, the sensitivity catching up to you as you went back to sucking on trents member before your mouth stayed around the tip, your tongue swirling around the slimy wet skin as he groaned loudly. “o-oh fuck, i’m about to..” he said as his cum splutttered inside your mouth, you giggled before you sucked around him, as you swallowed everything down before he looked down at you. you stuck your tongue out as you giggled before jude squeezed your ass again, one squeeze was all the job he had to do before his cum filled up your pussy. you sighed as you whimpered before you breathed heavily, “a-are we f-finished..” you said as trent shook his head, “no. one more thing.” he said as you swallowed down nervously before jude pulled you off gently as he turned you around, you were on his lap shaking as you looked at him, “my god, look at you all ruined..” he said smirking as you rolled your eyes, “j-just get this over with!” you said as he pushed his cock back inside you, you shrieked as you scratched his chest. “so tight..move f’me darling..” he said as you nodded your head, slowly moving your hips around him. the pleasure being so good but so painful you tried to keep your eyes opened and tried not to roll your eyes, your hands on his chest as you felt trent kneel behind you. “th-this is impossible! h-how are y-you going to..” you said as you felt trent rub his tip on your other hole before he pushed in, you screamed as you arched your back adjusting to his size as he slowly stretched you out in that area.”s-so full..” you said before you slowly began to move your hips. you moaned out shakily as jude thrusted up from beneath you as you squeezed your boobs together crying out a moan again, trent moving the same exact pace as jude. sending you into a frenzy as you continued to move yourself. your body shaking and nearly giving up as both boys continued penetrating you.

“i-i can’t..! t-too much..” you said as jude thrusted harder and quicker against your holes, you screamed loudly moaning uncontrollably scratching his chest, meanwhile it didn’t take trent that long to match the pace as you sobbed out a moan. tears dripping down out of your eyes, your legs shaking tremendously even your hands were as you scratched judes chest. you tried to sit still as you breathed out heavily before you began to rock your hips again. your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your tightness making them slip out of you so good as you moved your hips quicker. you leaned your head back as your head rested against trents chest, you stuck your tongue out giggling as your perky nipples were on sight, judes finger pads rubbing against your nipples as you moaned at his touch before trent lowered down to kiss you as you kissed back giggling. your moans slipping in between the kiss as jude moved you quicker as you felt him twitch inside of him. you whined holding onto the back of trents neck. “you look so gorgeous up there..” jude said as you giggled before he stroked your clit as you cried out before he slapped it still thrusting up into you, you felt your orgasm approaching much quicker than before as you gripped onto judes biceps. “i-i can’t..a-anymore..” you said as he furrowed his brows, “yes you can.” he said slapping your ass as you shrieked, “n-no! i-i..f-fuck!” you said as you felt jude twtch again, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spit making you see sparkles as your vision was going blurry at every hop on his dick, you kept murmuring nonsense words and sentences moaning at every movement, each inch taking you in slowly before you felt the warm feeling, “o-oh god!” you kept crying and whining out so many needy moans as trent whispered in your ear, “come on pretty girl..i know it’s in you..” he whispered biting and sucking on your neck, his hands squeezing your boobs as you moaned breathlessly. you were panting, shaking, sweating and exhuasted, his hand slowly began to rub on your clit.

you screamed again, you were now on the edge as jude shot his seed up into you. you arched your back before trent began to rub on your clit even faster, “n-no! o-oh god!” you said shutting your eyes before trent chuckled, “shh..” he said as you shook his head, “t-trent! i-i’m gonna! f-fuck!” you said as you squirted all over, your fluids getting on judes chest, before trent smacked your clit, you gasped shakily before he pulled out from behind you, you breathed heavily as your chest rose up and down like crazy. you got off judes lap, your legs becoming wobbly as you almost fell before trent held onto you, his grip soothing you before you looked up at him, your eyes heavy and pink as you sniffled before you sat on the couch on your knees.

“l-looks like you two made up.”

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qxldnya · 1 year

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TEASING

Jude Bellingham X fotballer!reader!fem

Wc: 300

Warning: sexual tension, touchy jude, idk let me know what else-

A/n: this is my first fic so feel free to give me constructive criticism <3

Jude couldn't help himself. It was as if you had him wrapped around your finger, you had him just as distracted as he had you even if it is his own fault.

In his defense, you looked fucking phenomenal in that training kit. Coach had called you and the rest of the team, to go through the game plan for the upcoming games at the world cup.

Jude just couldn't keep his eyes off you. He kept stealing glances when the coach would look away. It was just you and those gorgeous short shorts.

It had Jude feeling quite feral when he had joined your side during the meeting. He didn't know what to do with his hands once he got into your vicinity.

He can hear coach droning on, but his words have fallen on deaf ears. Jude slipped his hand around your waist slowly, pulling you comfortably close.

You can feel the warm radiating on his frame, leaning into his soft touch as you focused intently on coach's words.

Jude maneuvered behind you, wrapping surrounding you in his arms.

It's a rare act of public affection that does warn you a couple states from your fellow teamates.

Jude doesn't care, though. He has his chest pressed against your back, dipping his head just a little bit to get real close to your ear.

"Knees still tender?" He whispered with a smirk, adoring how you nearly choked on your air.

You knew exactly what he was referring to. You had complained all morning about how bruised your knees were, how raw they felt after being tackled around during practice.

Jude was teasing you, trying to spur a reaction from you. Heat filled your cheeks, danced over your skin and made your knees weak.

Your eyes darted up to coaches in front of you and your friends, hoping they wouldn't notice how flustered you were becoming.

You snapped your jaw shut, deciding to ignore Jude's comment and focus on the job at hand

If only you had realize that you were challenging him. In a matter of seconds, his lips are brushing against your ear delicately,"Are you ignoring me?"

He uttered so quietly for only you to hear.

"Surely, you wouldn't dare ignore me, you know that would drive me crazy, don't you love?"

His word prove to be true when you feel his hands fall down to your hips and grip them tightly. Jude has you pinned back against him casually, and you nearly whined when you felt his teeth teasingly drag over your lobe.

You melted against his touch, all thoughts flooding out of you because how can you focus when he's breathing down your neck?

" Ju..."You mumbled under your breath, but you don't get to finish whatever plea or flustered comment that was in your head because his grip leaves you.

It took a second for you to realize that coach was sternly glaring at Jude with a look that read stop it or so help me. He had cleared his throat to get both of your attention.

"Do I need to separate you two?" Coach questioned, and you felt like a school girl that just got caught talking in class.

"No, sir,"You blurted out anxiously, not wanting anymore attention on you. You heard snickering from the rest of the team while someone shouted

"Well on there Bellingham!" that made everyone break out in laughter. Jude can't help but chuckle at your immediate reaction. You felt your cheeks get all hot and palms all sweaty with widening eyes.

"I—I don't, we, it won't happen again."

"You aren't the problem, L/n," coach claimed, his eyes on Jude.

"We don't need to have a talk, do we?"

"Oh god, not the talk,"Grealish murmured from across the room."You do not want that, trust me."

"What talk?"Saka questioned,"I haven't gotten any talk, is this a football related talk? Has everyone gotten this talk?"

"Unfortunately,"Mason admitted, sharing an awkward glance.

" coach always seems to walk in at a bad time to be fair" Phil piped in.

"Oh my god, please stop,"You spoke, completely horrified that this had become the talk of the meeting.

"The talk cannot be that bad,"Jude replied, making you smack him lightly in the chest as a plead to not drag this on. He glanced down at you to see your soft eyes just begging for him to get you out of the center of attention.

"But that isn't the point, we should really focus." Coach looked at him with a warning glance,"We will talk about this," He commanded before returning to the debriefing.

Jude felt you relax against him, and he gently pressed a kiss to your temple before whispering ever so softly in your ear,"And we'll continue this later, Darling."

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forzarma · 4 months

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love game ★

pairing:jude Bellingham x female!reader

[face claim: natxtrada on ig]

summary: in which there was a person behind judes move to rma.

Authors note: i have a hate relationship with this one but bare w me💕

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ynn: jude i cant keep defending you w these pics

ynn: are u cheating on me???!!!!

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hendolish · 2 months

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trent x Jude comfort fic can be about anything but maybe Jude comforting Trent❤️

jude bellingham/trent alexander-arnold - softie ♡

In the cozy confines of their shared living room, Jude and Trent sit side by side, the soft glow of the lamp casting warm shadows across the room. Jude senses Trent's restlessness, the subtle tension in his body language as they mess around on FIFA on the telly.

"You okay, mate?" Jude asks, his voice soft with concern as he leans closer to Trent, their shoulders brushing.

Trent sighs, his gaze fixed on the screen but his mind clearly elsewhere. "Yeah, just frustrated," he mutters, stealing a glance at Jude, who's watching him intently.

Jude furrows his brow, a playful glint in his eyes as he teases, "Frustrated about what? The fact that I'm absolutely destroying you, or something else bothering you?"

Trent chuckles softly, appreciating Jude's attempt to lighten the mood. "It's more than that," he admits, turning to face Jude fully, their eyes locking. "It's just- I'm frustrated about missing the England camp. Not just because of the games, but because… because I'll miss you too."

Jude's heart swells with affection at Trent's confession, a fond smile playing on his lips as he reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair from Trent's forehead. "Aw, Trent," he coos teasingly, "didn't know you were such a softie."

Trent rolls his eyes playfully, but there's warmth in his gaze as he leans into Jude's touch. "Shut up," he murmurs, his voice laced with affection as he intertwines their fingers. "You know what I mean."

Jude chuckles softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss to Trent's cheek. "Yeah, I do," he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper, "and I'll miss you too, you big softie."

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judes-hoe · 2 months

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trent asking for a baby because he’s so in love with you and he’s ready to start a family

Didn’t expect it to be this long🤭

He watches how you interact with his newborn niece and his teammates kids. It makes him happy seeing you with children. After you both being together for around 5 years now and being married he’s ready for a kid with you. Even his friends and teammates can see how happy he is when they see him looking at you with their kids. So it’s late after the EFL cup final, almost the whole celebration he was watching you as you played with everyone’s kids with Ibou. Your both laying in bed and he stutters when he starts asking you “c-can we h-have a b-baby” he looked so vulnerable and shy. You look at him with a smile, “where is this coming from” is what you asked him and he just goes on to say he loves seeing how you interact with his teammates kids and it gives him extreme baby fever and he can’t control it. You’re telling him you’d love to have a baby with him and that nigh you both have slow,soft sex and he comes in you twice just to be sure. Over the next couple weeks you haven’t felt the same, you’ve felt really sleepy and have thrown up a few times. While Trent was at training you took a pregnancy test, it sure enough both came out positive. So you had an hour before Trent came home and you quickly went to the story and got a plain white baby onesie. You put it in a box and in the shirt you wrote ‘baby Alexander-Arnold’ with the 2 positive test. When you knew he’d be home soon you put the “package” on the front porch. When he came home he picked up the package and took it inside, he called your name and sat it on the counter. You went into the kitchen and he asked you what it was and you told him it was his surprise and that he could open it. He furrowed his eyebrows and started opening the package. When he seen the shirt and the test his eyes widened and his mouth fell open. He asked if you were serious and you nodded your head and he came over and hugged you and started crying and you were so glad you got it on camera. After a couple more weeks and got your first ultrasound pictures, you posted the video and the ultrasound pictures on instagram.

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bahrtofane · 3 months

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here we go again - pt.3

pt. 1 , pt.2

jude x fem!reader , trent x fem!reader

empty promise after another leaves you walking in the cold. alone. on valentines day. youre never speaking to another player again. or will you? can things be forgiven?

Word count - 1.9K +

Watch it - reader so sad but dw bae it gets better ! jude. Just jude. hehehe

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Madrid is bleak and bland when you get back, eager to find a routine, to busy yourself with anything, everything.

It's almost like there's a big joke being played on you because you're given Jude to create promotional posters for. It makes you want to cry, but you suck it up, download the pictures and get to work. Even if you have to scribble his face out the whole time.

Avoiding Jude becomes your obsession. You make it your top priority to avoid seeing him in person under any and all costs. You refuse to go anywhere near the stadium, training facilities. Blocking official accounts and avoiding tv when you know they're set to play.

You find jude everywhere. In the cracks of sidewalks where flowers bloom. Inside coffee shops when the smell of vanilla hits your face, under bridges where graffiti of smiley faces litter the concrete.

His presence looms over the city like a specter, mocking your attempts to move on. You long for the day when his memory no longer haunts you, when you can walk through Madrid without feeling his presence at every turn.

Until then, you cling to the hope that time will heal the wounds he left behind, and that one day, you'll be able to reclaim the city as your own. But for now, Madrid remains a bleak and lonely place, haunted by the ghost of a love lost.

—-

Trent calls you about a week after you land, in the middle of your morning routine.

“How are you?”

You stifle a sigh, picking at your nails, “I'm really just peachy Trent,” padding over to your kitchen, opening the fridge.

“You know what I mean.”

You grab what you need, using your hip to close the fridge “I don't know why you keep calling me Trent. I'm fine. Tell jude to fuck off yeah?”

You hear a sigh from the other end, “jude has nothing to do with me checking up on you.”

“Sure.” you hang up. And he doesn’t call again.

—--

The office is always full of energy on match days, and you hate how it's become a tradition to all watch together. Weather in the stands or from the actual office. Your desire to show up in a barca jersey is very very strong.

Today is one day where you walk single file to the stadium and find your seats. Curse working for madrid, it brings you a little too close to the pitch for comfort. You spend half the game on your phone, even when your coworkers gently nudge your shoulder when Jude speeds to the post, you mumble something about work that needs to be done (you're on your settings.)

Jude scores, of course he does. And it's a beautiful goal, straight power, nothing but net. You're up cheering before you can stop yourself, smiling. You're smiling at Jude scoring.

He jogs over to the crowd per usual, caught up in the adrenaline. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to scoring at home. The feeling is unbeatable. His eyes scan the crowd, and they just so happen to land on you.

You're here? The cheers of the crowd fade out, his arms falling to his side, he's staring right at you. He's taken back to the night he left you alone. He’s a fucking idiot. You don't look away, if anything you lean forward in your seat. You're here.

—--

Against better judgment he goes looking for you after the game. Running down hallways still in his kit, looking a mess with grass stuck all over him. At least he managed to kick his cleats off and grab the nearest slides he could find. He's pretty sure these aren't his but he doesn't care. Not right now.

He knows the staff tend to hang around after games, the issue is where.

Curse the never ending construction. The place is a maze, an awful one without, with it feels like he's entering a different dimension at every turn.

He hears laughing and speeds down to find himself in a lounge full of people, all who rush to him to sing praises. He smiles. Trying not to get blinded by flash photography. A voice cuts through the crowd, a soft laugh.

You're here. Oh you're here.

He sees you tuck a piece of paper into a folder, smiling softly, patting the back of what he assumes to be a coworker as you make your way to the exit.

He tries to get past the people who surround him, but you're already gone. He's lost you again, all while you were right in front of him.

He goes home that night unable to sleep, eat, think. He blames himself, of course he does. It's his fault isn't it?

Somewhere during his night routine he thinks that there's an ounce of hope to fix this.

He calls trent.

“I don't know man.” Trent mumbles on the other end.

“I gotta at least try right?”

There's a beat of silence that lasts a moment too long, “if that's what you want.”

Jude thanks him for his time anyway. Tucking himself into bed.

He scrolls through instagram on his burner account, finding your account again. The request button taunts him, but he knows you wont accept. Instead clicking on your profile picture, watching it take up his screen and he sighs. He really has to get his life together doesn't he.

—--

The next time Jude sees you is at an event. Black tie in a nearby hotel. He misses getting ready with you for these, with all your products and accessories lining his sink while he watched you fondly.

“Do I look okay?” you would ask each time, leaning a hand on the sink while the other smoothed down the creases on your dress. Doing a once over in his mirror.

He would hum softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “you look amazing.”

You'd blush, swatting him away playfully. Pressing a kiss to his cheek and promising to see him there.

The same mirror now stares back at him cooly. His sink is empty, as his house is. He misses the smell of your perfume, your clothes that littered his space. He misses how you made it a home.

He sees you there all the same, mingling with your coworkers. You look amazing, that hasn't changed. The dark circles under your eyes have, two purple half moons stamped rather aggressively on your skin. How long has it been since you got proper nights rest jeez.

He makes his rounds to everyone. Brand ambassadors, staff, teammates, a list of high profile people he doesn't care to repeat. He leaves your little corner last on purpose. He doesn't want anything to get in the way.

He slides over to where you hug a glass of water to your chest, nodding along to something a man in a blue suit is saying. Pfft blue what a rookie choice. Jude is in all black, did you notice? It was your favorite on him.

You did notice, and try to suppress the desire to hurl when he walks over to you.

Jude gets to say no more than a sloppy greeting in Spanish before he's grabbed by the arm and taken back to where he thinks the owner of the hotel is standing.

You sigh in relief, and he sighs in frustration.

Fate has driven you apart once more it seems.

—--

Jude is a stubborn stubborn man. You can't seem to outrun him, no matter how many calls and texts you ignore, or block his accounts. Nor how you manage to slip out from right in front of him. Fate is on his side today it seems.

He shows up to your office, flowers in hand. Your favorite flowers, tied neatly with a ribbon of your favorite color, a card neatly tucked under the petals.

Your coworkers are in uttersock, not even trying to hide their surprise as he marches over to your desk.

You type faster, ignoring him, or trying to. The gazes on you burn, almost as much as they did on the night he left you to rot. Why is he here?

“Hey,” he tries, meekly. He wants to punch himself in the face. Hey? Really?

You don't look up from your monitor, opening more tabs, swiping your mouse against your desk furiously. You think the battery just fell out.

“Listen, I know I'm horrible, a piece of shit, the worst man alive, I don't deserve you in the slightless. But I love you.” he scrambled out in one breath.

You whip your head up at him,”love? You love me so much you took me to a club on valentines day?”

He winces, “it was so stupid. I'm so stupid. Please, let me make it up to you.” he pleads.

You sigh, throwing your head back in your chair, rolling your eyes,”are you actually going to change Jude. Are you going to stop this nonsense and treat me like you actually mean what you say?”

“Yes,” he nods furiously, “I promise. Not a day will go by without me proving it to you, I swear.”

You look back at him. He's worn your favorite cologne, the sweater you used to always steal on cold nights. The flowers are beautiful. You missed him, you missed him so much, to the point that you're really considering it.

Someone coughs in the cubicle next to you and you groan, gathering your things and hastily walking to the door, motioning for Jude to follow.

He looks like a newborn puppy, almost tripping on his feet while he follows you through hallways and corridors till you reach a stairwell you know for certain no one will walk through.

“Jude, I hope you know what you did broke me, it really broke me. I think you ruined my ego, permanently.”

He nods, leaning on the railing while he clutches the bouquet with so much force you're scared they're going to be wrung like a wet rag.

“But,” you raise a finger to him, “ and this is a big big but, if you can prove these things instead of saying them, i'll consider giving you another proper chance okay?”

You see the tension visibly ease from his shoulders as he sighs softly, “Okay, yes, thank you. Thank you so much,” he brings the flowers forward, waiting for you to take them.

And you do, gently picking the note from the petals, you'll read this when you get home.

“I uh also, booked a dinner of your favorite place in a few days, in case you were willing to give me another chance i didn't want to mess it up again and if you don't have anything else going on and i just-” you take his hand in yours, stopping his ramblings effectively as he looks away. All of a sudden so shy as if you haven't stayed at his place for days at a time.

“I'll go Jude. I'm free, don't worry.”

“Great. 7 sound good?”

“Sounds perfect. Ill see you then okay?”

“Okay,” he mumbles, soft and sweet.

With a smile you send him off, almost flying down the stairs in pure glee. You shake your head fondly, heading back to your work. The flowers weigh more than just their physical weight. The letters feel like a ton on its own.

You hope you made the right choice.

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leviscolwill · 7 months

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fake texts — #1

absolutely inspired by @zowanew fake texts series (my fav), go read hers !! and pls tell me if you want more of these, they're so fun to do

taglist: @ceofmercedes <3, @zowanew <3, @goldenalbon <3, @bl00dst41ned <3

#football x reader #trent alexander arnold #trent alexandrer arnold x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #pedri #pedri x reader #dominik szoboszlai #dominik szoboszlai x reader #mason mount #mason mount x reader

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formulalfc · 4 months

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the one ab three sums w dom and trent but what ab jude and trent ☺️☺️☺️😋😋

feral, absolutely feral

i can see you being like one of the england staff at training camp, and you barely see the boys at any other time of the year but whenever it's international break.... you guys are fucking like rabbits. like they've finished training for the day and you're all meeting in trent's room cause jude can't convince madders to leave their shared room for a while. going at it for hours to make up for lost time, trent fucking you from behind as you suck off jude, and then jude making you ride him as trent plays with your boobs cause he's missed your pussy and is jealous that trent got to be inside you first. sucking one of them off while you give the other a hand job and letting them both finish all over your face. leaning against one of them while the other is between your legs eating you out, and you're 100% sure you have never orgasmed that hard. you're all sweating and completely fucked out by the end, lying limp on the bed in between them both, and an angry aaron ramsdale wanting to get back in his room.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

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hypnotiiize · 3 days

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𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥’𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘮

𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: this is real old and angsty like not for fake. it’s short though. also i grew up catholic so u gotta bear w the lil references and shit. trigger warning religious talk kinda

She couldn’t remember much of the year if she was being honest.

She could remember her best friends’ wedding.

She could remember Valentine’s day.

She could remember March and April breezing past her, a mixture of Easter and celebrating her friend’s birthday.

She could remember the drowsiness that overcame her in May. She could remember how it followed her well into June.

She could remember her friend’s baby being born, and she could remember smiling down at his tiny squished face.

And she was happy for them, she was. But, when she found herself in her newly quiet home at the end of the day, the reality remained that she was alone. Utterly alone. No one to turn to. No one to rely on. Alone. She felt that this was her fault.

When her friend called and cried to her about new motherhood delivering a swift kick to her backside, she accepted the opportunity to stay with her friends for a few days, maybe even weeks— however long it would take for her friend to get back on her feet with a new addition to the household.

The record was three weeks. July was almost over. Amelie, ever-grateful, had even told her that she could go back home if she wanted. The woman, not wanting to overstay her welcome, accepted that as well.

She had been accepting a lot of things, it seemed. She would leave the following week, after the event that was planned meticulously for the baby.

It was when she was getting ready to go to sleep early— the baby had a habit of scream-crying at the break of dawn and she liked being up with him— that she received a knock at the guest bedroom door. Curious, she tip-toed across the room and found herself opening the door to reveal her tired friend whose smile grew as she rocked her fast-asleep son. [y/n] invited them in and grabbed the baby at once, sitting on the bed with his little body cradled in her arms.

“Okay, I wanted to tell you so that you weren’t, like, bombarded with this,” Amelie began after a small chat about how the baby had just done something cute.

She involuntarily put pressure on her eyebrows, furrowing them together.

Amelie folded her hands in her lap. “You know his baptism is next week and you know you’re his Godmother, of course... I tried to talk Trent out of it, but he’s going to make you know who his Godfather.”

She could feel herself gasp at the mention of you know who. She definitely knew who.

“If it makes you uncomfortable, I get it. And I get it if you’re not ready to see him. I can have someone else step in as his Godmother for the ceremony if you can’t do it. You don’t have to go to the party. What are you feeling?” Amelie asked.

She bit the skin of her bottom lip. She looked down at the almost two-month-old who looked so much like her friends that it was crazy. He was blinking up at her with his bottom lip poked out, looking scandalized. She laughed and rubbed the pad of her finger over his dark waves.

“I’m feeling a little overwhelmed… But I can do it. I don’t care about him. This is for my Godbaby. Right? This is for my Godson,” she cooed to the baby who half-smiled.

“You’re sure?”

“Sure. Yes. Yeah.” She was trying to convince herself more than anything and she knew it. “No one cares about that man, anyway. It’s just Rayan’s day..” The baby smiled as if he knew what they were talking about, and the women fussed over him a bit more. When the familiar weight pressed itself against her shoulders, She sighed. “I need a drink.”

“Go raid Trent’s cabinet, girl. You know he’s not shy about Don Julio,” her friend joked about her husband.

There was a painful twang in her chest at once. Her husband. Her friend was joking about her husband. A man who she shared a child, a home, and a life with.

She could taste iron. She would later realize that she had bit the inside of her cheek open. For now, she chopped the stinging sensation up to the of moths fumbling about in her stomach.

Her friend took her Godson and she was left alone once more. She laid her head on the linen pillow and stared blankly at the room before her. Wistfully, she imagined Amelie and Trent embracing each other at the end of the very long day. She imagined them nuzzling against the other as they gazed down at their sleeping baby boy. Then, she imagined everything that could have been.

She fell into a slumber with remnants of saline tears on her cheeks, and she woke up days later wearing a crisp white blouse and her best earrings. Rayan’s baptism.

He barely left his mother’s arms that day. He was tiny and it was a big day for him and he was wearing a long, pristine white dress that used to be his grandfather’s when he was that small. So Rayan slept, and she tried not to kick open the church doors and run as far as her legs could take her.

She knew he was in the room. She could feel it. If she opened her mouth to speak, she could taste it. If she inhaled too deeply, she could smell it. His presence was the sustenance that her soul had been missing for far too long and she was being punished for it. Her hands were shaking. She slipped off to the bathroom three times before she realized that her issues could affect the day. Being unreliable or looking flaky was the last thing she’d wanted to do after making it so far through the day. When she sat back down in the pews, she crossed her hands extra tight in her lap and kept her neck arched high. She would shake it off. This was for Rayan.

After some time she stood with her friends and made her way to the front of the church. She could feel him behind her. Then beside her. She willed herself not to look at him and focused solely on swearing to remain a key figure in the baby’s life.

For you, I’ll do my best.

He made his pledges after her. She felt as if she couldn’t breathe. He was so close to her. She could feel the echo of his baritone in her feet. She could taste iron, far more pronounced this time.

The baby was placed in her arms, and the metallic flavor dissipated at once. She secured her arm around his head and tugged his gown down. He whined, only to stop a second later when his mother kissed his hand.

The priest asked the Godparents to move closer. She stepped forward and nodded when appropriate. The priest said something that she didn’t really catch. She had been too busy making sure Rayan was comfortable. Brown hands came forward and untied the loose strings around the baby’s neck. He pulled the baby’s hat off. She could hear the ocean in her head.

She leaned forward and lowered her elbow an inch. The priest placed his hands in the tub of water before him and her. He poured water on the baby’s dark tufts of hair. One hand, then two, then another for good measure. Rayan let out a short cry from the temperature of the water.

“It’s okay, honey, you did great,” she whispered to her Godson when it was all over. She held him tighter, closer to her face.

“Maybe he’s cold,” the familiar voice said. “Here, let me put his hat back on.” Brown hands came into view and she watched him make the loose loop-the-loop. Rayan calmed down.

Rayan’s parents came and uttered softly to their son. His mother fought tears. His father let them glide down his cheeks freely, rubbing the top of the baby’s bonnet with a thumb.

“Hey,” the Godfather’s low voice was saying. He was not whispering. Anyone could have heard him. Though, when she thinks back on the moment, she can remember the soft, whispering tickle of his breath hitting her ear. She wanted him to be whispering.

She greeted him back weakly and she did not try to hide it. With everyone focused on Rayan, the awkward encounter would just be their own and she could not muster the strength to make it anything but.

The corner of his mouth quirked up, weakly too, and he said, “You look really nice.”

All at once, she could hear the ocean. She could hear volcanoes erupting. She could feel the familiar sharp chill of ice, and she could smell the smoke of paper burning.

She could not remember what her response was, or if she even responded at all. She could only remember the pain of living without the only man she had loved for months after being together for so long.

Through the fog, a voice prompted, “Let’s get a pic with the Godparents.”

She craned her head and found herself staring at a man that she had gone to school with. Kareem was known for being tall, charismatic, and a photographer. Therefore, she was not surprised that her friend had invited him to the gathering. Though she wished that someone would have filled him in on the current situation before he suggested such things.

Rayan’s parents moved away. She took a half step closer to Rayan’s Godfather. Rayan’s Godfather took a half step closer to her.

For the first time in months, they were pressed against each other.

Her chest felt hollow. Icy. It burned to inhale. It took too much effort to exhale. She lifted the baby so that he was perfectly between them. A brown hand fixed the baby’s dress. Fingertips grazed fingertips. She could taste iron pooling just behind her teeth, and then she smiled.

Her first tear fell when the camera shuttered for the last time. The people were emotional, too. They spoke to the baby in whispers. The Godfather left her side to go gawk at his Godson.

It was only her in the center of that stage. She was alone. There was no one in her corner anymore.

She had no husband. No new baby to baptize. No boyfriend to envision her future with.

She felt as if she was going to drown. She sucked in a burning breath.

She tasted the iron.

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