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BEAUTIFUL DISASTER—

ANAKIN SKYWALKER

CONTAINS: nsfw content, smut, small age gap, virgin/naive/innocent reader, fem!reader, y/n used, mind reading kinda, begging dry humping, oral (fem receiving), not proofread (free to let me know about any spelling or grammar mistakes)

my first ani fic !!

ANAKIN SKYWALKER is your master… and you just had to share a room with him.

you’re awakened when you hear labored breathing next to you. panic sets in and you sit up, looking over to the bed next to you. “master?” your voice angelic as it floats across the room.

anakin looks over to you, his chest still rising and falling in fervor. “i’m sorry, padawan. you can go back to bed.” the moonlight shines upon his toned torso as he tries to shrug off your concern.

the tiredness quickly wears off and you pull the covers off of you and walk over to anakin’s bed. you sit on the edge of his bed, you can see his sweat drenched hair that stuck to his forehead. “you can talk to me, master. it’s better than keeping it in, it can make you unwell.”

“i cannot speak to you about this. i don’t want you to think bad of me. i am your superior, your master. i shouldn’t think about these things.” you were confused by his words. his face glowed red as he looked away in embarrassment. you just couldn’t shake the curiosity of it all. “i promise i wont think bad of you. please, tell me.” you leaned forward a bit, but there was still a gap between the both of you.

he sighed, “you promise?” you nod in response. he licks his lips before continuing. “i have dreams,” he hesitated before speaking up again, “and these dreams tempt me— tempt me against the jedi code.” he looked at you, your brows furrowed.

“tempt you how?” you continue to quiz. he thought you would’ve understood by now, but still you were oblivious. “romantically and sexually. both of those are against the jedi code. if i give in— it’ll affect me.” you gasp as it finally clicks.

“oh,” was all you could mutter out, your hands clutching the fabric of your nightgown as you felt a strange warmth in your stomach.

“and now you think i’m horrible.” anakin seethed. “no, master. i just— i’ve never spoken about those things.” you look away embarrassed.

you were so naive and sweet. it was intoxicating just to be by you and anakin was starting to feel those effects. the heat rising in his thighs, to his throbbing cock. anakin leaned towards you, a foot or two separating you.

“never?” his voice was a whisper but it was tainted with lust. you shake your head, “no.” he laughed lowly, his adam’s apple bobbing. “c’mere.” he gestured you to come next to him. you crawled over next to him, now closer than ever. “you wanna know what i think about? what i think about when i’m dreaming at night?” his bright eyes now seemed so dark with lust.

you nod, so badly wanting to know. “i think about you.” your eyes widen slightly, “me?” you look over his face for any signs he was lying or just joking, but nothing. you could feel he wasn’t lying. he hums, “mhm.” he pushes a strand of hair out of your face.

“i think about you. your sweet voice. your sweet face. that sweet mouth. everything about you. it’s intoxicating. so tempting.” he began to close the gap between the both of you, his hot breath against your cheek as he held your jaw between his fingers. your brain was fuzzy by how close he was.

he then closed the gap with a kiss to your lips. softly at first and then it became feverish as he pulled you in closer. you let out small whines as his tongue explored your mouth. you stomach churned with excitement from the thrill of it all. he pulls away as if he snapped out of a trance. “oh no, oh no. i’m sorry, i don’t want to scare you, or make you uncomfortable.” he was feeling the guilt creep upon him. if anyone found out his title would get taken away.

“master,” you take his hand into yours, “it’s okay. please. don’t stop.” you reassure. “y/n, this can affect you too. don’t let me damage that for you.” his gaze softened. you shake your head. “i don’t care, master. please i need you.” you started to become desperate, clenching around nothing.

anakin was a very good and powerful jedi. every movement of yours, he was painfully aware of. he gulps at the sound of your pleading voice. his hands reach to your waist, kneading the flesh. “please.” you say breathlessly. he pulls you in for another kiss, softer than before, careful.

his strong grip pulled you onto his lap, not breaking the kiss. you squirmed against him. instinctively, he gripped you tighter and groaned. “fuck, baby. yeah, keep doing that.” he sounded almost pathetic while he begged for the friction of your cunt. his hands now gripped you hips as he groaned.

you clit was all puffy from stimulation. “oh, master.” you dropped your head into his shoulder. “keep going, baby. keep rubbing against me like that.” his cock had already been painfully hard from his dream but now he thought it would genuinely explode.

“oh my stars.” he was panting and groaning and whining. a complete mess. a beautiful disaster underneath you. “i’m cumming, baby, oh my gosh.” he squeezed onto your hips so tight you were most likely to have formed bruises.

he dipped down from his high and held you in his arms for a moment. “your turn now, baby.” he lifted you off of him and laid you down next to him. you were still needy from your previous exercise.

he moved down to your thighs, kissing and sucking on them. he moved upwards to your hips and peppering his love onto you. he pulled your nightgown up over your belly and continue his kisses. he creeped back down over your clothed mound and licked a stripe over it. “so fuckin’ wet. my good girl.” he hooked his fingers onto your panties and pulled them down your legs discarding them somewhere in the room.

you were embarrassed as he was so close to your pussy and he could tell. “now don’t get all shy on me, pretty.” he smiled at you, calming you a bit to see his fresh gaze. he kissed your slick lips and those kisses turn into him devouring you. your poor sensitive cunt was being bullied by his tongue.

“ani!” you shriek when his tongue strikes your clit. he doesn’t stop, just continuing to eat you like a man starved. your hands thread through his gold locks as he shoves his tongue into you. he moans in delight has he tastes you.

his head was buried between your legs as you moan and whine, your hand going over your mouth to silence yourself. you’ll be dead if anyone caught you like this. a moaning mess with your masters head between your thighs, eating you like a animal.

“oh, master!” you whine as his tongue envelops your cunt. you could feel your lower tummy getting tight, the familiar feeling you felt when you rubbed yourself against your pillow at night, thinking about him. your couldn’t help but grind yourself against his mouth, craving him desperately.

“cum for me baby.” anakin spoke under his breath before continuing. his words melted your brain. right then and there your hips stuttered and you let out an exciting moan, bouncing off the walls and into anakins ears. he ate you through your orgasm. your thighs lightly shaking from the pleasure.

your chest heaved as you rode back onto the shore of your orgasm. you could hear your masters pants. it reminded you of how he sounded after lightsaber practice. “you’re so gorgeous when you cum.” he smiled as he rose up from between your legs. you could see the glisten of your slick on his nose and chin which caused you to blush.

when you two were face to face he places a delicate kiss to your lips, tasting yourself on him. “thank you.” you muttered out. “anytime.. anytime.” he kissed you on his neck, chuckles leaving both of your mouths.

“i think it’s time to get to bed now.” he spoke. you nodded and sat up, expecting to go back to your bed. he stops you by grabbing you. “no, no. you stay here. don’t want you falling on your way back.” he said with a dirty grin. you smiled and laid back down, your master next to you.

he took you into his arms, you on his broad chest. “i’m never going to have to dream again.” he admitted. you placed a kiss to his chest in response. you both soon drifted to sleep, tired from your ‘training’.

you were just glad that you had to share a room with your master.

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STAY WITH ME ೀ

warnings: clone wars era, secret/forbidden relationship, emotional repression on both sides, jedi code violations.

the corridor outside the senate chamber is too quiet.

somewhere behind the walls, a war is being planned. supply chains, new deployments, and all the endless machine-churning of a dying republic. but here, in the carved-out silence, it’s just you and him.

his silhouette is blocking the light and the press of his footsteps announces his presence. the air shifts, heavy and electric. your chest tightens without warning. you don’t turn. not right away.

your back is pressed to the cold marble wall, hands clenched at your sides, his shadow slowing as it reaches you. “you shouldn’t be here,” you say quietly, not looking at him.

“you wouldn’t answer your comm.” his voice comes low and clipped, like he’s been holding back for too long. you swallow hard. “because i didn’t want you to come.”

there’s a pause.

he sighs, jaw tense. “then say that.” he says, and you hear something break beneath it. “say you dont want me here and i’ll walk away.”

you can’t.

you don’t.

his gloved hand curls slightly at his side. you know him. you know that look in his eyes. he takes a step closer. “anakin,” his name slips out, but it comes out too soft.

he closes his eyes for half a second, like the sound of it hurts. like hearing you say it is the only thing holding him together. “just… let me have this,” he breathes. you laugh under your own. not because it’s funny, but because it’s helpless. “not here.”

he opens his eyes again. the way he looks at you could tear down walls. not because it’s cruel, never. but because it’s full. full of everything he’s not allowed to want. his eyes flick down to your mouth, then back up. “yes. here.”

your pulse kicks up. “someone could see.”

“let them,” he says. but it’s not defiant. it’s not reckless. it’s almost quiet. aching. “i don’t care. i can’t keep pretending this is nothing.”

you blink. you wish you didn’t understand, but you do. “nothing about this is safe.” you whisper, and there’s a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. “but it’s real. and that has to count for something.” he steps forward, still slow, still waiting.

“you’re a jedi,” you say, even though you know it doesn’t matter. it never has. “i’m not supposed to be—” his mouth finds yours before you can finish. not forceful, but expressing of all the things he can’t say any other way. the need, the longing, the devotion wound so tightly in his chest it’s like it lives in his bones. it feels like breathing you in is the only way to stay alive. his hand brushes your cheek, barely there.

your hand goes to his chest, meaning to stop him— but it curls in his robe instead. his heartbeat is wild and racing under your palm. when you pull away, you dont go far. “we can’t,” you breathe against his lips.

“we are.” his hands settle on your waist, practically holding on for dear life. you feel the burn of it behind your ribs.. the impossibility of him. the danger of loving someone who burns so bright he could unravel the stars. but maker, he’s yours. he’s yours.

the softness cracks open. he pulls you into his arms, wrapping himself around you and you melt against his chest. he’s solid and warm. “how long do we have?” you whisper. he kisses the spot just behind your ear gently. “not enough.” the world is burning around you and he’s the only part that feels alive.

you don’t move. don’t breathe. you stay there. pressed against him. the way his presence steadies your heart. his voice is barely there when he says, “i go weeks without seeing you. months without touching you. i dream about you just to survive it.”

your chest throbs and you close your eyes for a second.

“i can’t live like this,” he says, thumb ghosting the corner of your mouth. “not without you.” he leans in, not kissing you, not yet, just resting his forehead to yours. “anakin—”

“don’t tell me no,” he pleas. “not tonight.” his breath is warm, frantic, trembling. he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted. like you’re something holy. “please,” he whispers.

so you let him kiss you again.

because you love him like a secret, like a sin, something too dangerous to name. this time deeper. warmer. a kiss that carves itself into memory. his hands slide up your back and yours up in his golden locks. the world slips sideways. you’re drowning and floating at the same time. the war, the rules, the temple, they all disappear. theres only him and you in this stolen breath of a moment, hidden from everyone else.

when the sound of footsteps echoes faintly from somewhere far off, he breaks the kiss just enough to breathe. he leans in once more to kiss the corner of your mouth, trying to behave.

and then, softer than anything he’s said all night, “i’ll come back,” he promises. “tonight, wait for me.”

you nod. barely, slowly. everything is slow. your mind feels soft around the edges, still not fully caught up to what just happened. your body’s still curled up around him even though he’s already pulling away. part of you doesn't register the moment ending. still caught in it. still somewhere in his arms.

he steps away, and the air shifts again. colder. emptier. you feel it the second he’s not touching you anymore. it was like something had been ripped out of you, as if your heart could get up and follow him.

you press your hand flat to the marble wall behind you, something solid, something that doesn’t feel like it’s spinning, and you try to breathe.

but it’s no use. he’s everywhere.

his scent still clings to your collar. dust and leather and something warmer. you can still feel him. in your chest, in your hands, on your mouth, like a phantom. the way he said your name like it meant salvation. the way his voice cracked around please. he lingers like he never really left your skin.

you lean your head back against the wall and close your eyes. you stand there a second longer. dazed. full of him in a way that feels a little unfair. you don’t move. you just let yourself feel it.

he wants to come back.

he will.

an: oh my goddd i think this is one of my favorites of my works?? i truly hope you all enjoy this and please please if you did consider commenting or reblogging! it truly does help me stay motivated and it means a lot! as always, thank you <3

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RIGHT HERE | jude bellingham

summary: after a long day, you end up on jude’s rooftop again. it’s quiet, easy—until it starts to feel like more. maybe it always was.

warnings: none

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

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it started the way it usually did—without a word. no dramatic texts, no long rants about how the day had chewed you up and spit you out. just silence. just showing up at his door.

and jude had that way of looking at you, with this quiet understanding, like he didn’t need to ask to know something was off. he opened the door, stepped aside, and let you in like it was the most natural thing in the world. and maybe it was. maybe being around him had started to feel more like gravity than habit.

now you were on the rooftop of his apartment building. the sun had already dipped behind the buildings, leaving that in-between hour where the city glowed in soft oranges and purples, and everything felt just a little more still.

you leaned your arms on the cool metal railing, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands, and let the air fill your lungs. it was quieter up here. like the noise of the world got stuck a few floors down.

you heard the door close behind you, the creak of sneakers on concrete.

“you always come up here when you’re quiet,” jude said from behind you.

you didn’t turn right away. just smiled a little, barely enough to show. “i like the air. it feels different. like you can actually… breathe.”

he came up beside you, his hoodie sleeves bunched up to his elbows, hands tucked in his pockets. his shoulder was close—close enough that you felt the heat of him, even in the breeze.

“yeah,” he said, nodding. “i get that.”

for a while, neither of you said anything. you watched the cars move like tiny toys far below, headlights blinking in slow rhythm. the city stretched out around you, and yet, it still felt like the quietest place in the world when you were with him.

then jude glanced over at you, his voice low, like he didn’t want to startle the moment.

“i never get tired of seeing you like this.”

you turned your head slowly. “like what?”

he looked down, like he wasn’t sure if he should say it out loud—but then he did, and it came out soft but certain.

“you. just you. no front. no extra noise. like… you’re not performing for anyone.”

the words hit somewhere deep. you didn’t mean to, but your fingers tightened around your sleeves.

“is that a good thing?” you asked, only halfway teasing.

he looked at you, really looked, and then—“it’s my favorite thing.”

you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, heart thudding way too loud in your chest. so you said the first dumb thing that popped into your head.

“you’re only saying that because i’m wearing your hoodie.”

he laughed under his breath, low and warm. “that too. you look better in it than i do.”

you rolled your eyes, trying to hide the smile threatening your face. “that’s a lie.”

“it’s absolutely not,” he said, nudging your arm. “you’re lucky i let you steal it.”

you turned to face him, leaning back on the railing, eyes meeting his in the fading light. “i didn’t steal it. you gave it to me.”

“temporarily.”

“well. sucks for you.”

he laughed again, shaking his head. but then something shifted—his eyes didn’t drop this time. they stayed on you. a little longer. a little more serious.

you tilted your head. “why do you always do that?”

“do what?”

“say stuff like that. those quiet, kind things you know are gonna echo in my head for the rest of the night.”

he paused, and for a second, you thought he might deflect like he usually did—throw out some sarcastic line or make fun of you for being dramatic. but he didn’t.

he just said, “because i mean it.”

and suddenly, there was a weight to the space between you. not heavy. just full.

you dropped your gaze, swallowed. “i don’t really let people in easy.”

“i know.”

“it’s not on purpose,” you added, softer now. “i just… people usually get tired. or overwhelmed. or they only like the loud, polished version of me.”

jude stepped closer, slow and careful, like he didn’t want to push but also wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t care.

“i like all of it,” he said. “even the parts you think are too much.”

you blinked, throat tight.

“especially those,” he added.

you looked up at him then. the sky behind him was dark now, stars peeking out through the haze of city light. and jude—he looked steady. not in some perfect, untouchable way, but in a way that said you don’t have to hold all of it alone anymore.

your hand reached toward his before your brain even caught up. and when your fingers brushed his, he didn’t hesitate—he laced them together.

“i’m not going anywhere,” he said, voice quiet but firm. “right here. with you.”

you leaned the side of your head against his shoulder, letting your eyes close just for a second.

and maybe you didn’t say anything back—but the way your hand stayed in his, the way your shoulders finally dropped, the way your breathing slowed like you’d finally exhaled after weeks of holding it in—

that said enough.

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SILENT SNOW | jude bellingham

summary: jude and you, his girlfriend, share a cozy first christmas eve together with laughter, gifts, and sweet moments by the fire.

warnings: none

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

a/n: merry christmas eve! a little christmas eve special.

requests are open! ^^

the snow outside fell steadily, a soft blanket of white covering the quiet streets. everything felt still, almost magical, as if the world was holding its breath on christmas eve. inside jude’s living room, the warmth was almost tangible. the fireplace crackled gently, its orange glow lighting up the room alongside the twinkle of fairy lights strung across the walls and tree.

you were in the kitchen, carefully balancing two mugs of hot chocolate, each topped with whipped cream and an obscene amount of mini marshmallows—just the way jude liked it. you walked into the living room, catching sight of him by the fireplace, crouched down as he adjusted the logs. he was dressed in a soft gray sweater that hung perfectly on his broad shoulders, the joggers giving him an approachable, cozy charm that made your heart swell.

he looked up as you entered, a slow, playful grin spreading across his face. “spying on me?” he teased, brushing his hands off as he stood.

“just making sure you don’t burn the house down,” you shot back, holding up the mugs like a peace offering. “thought you might need a break from your firemaster duties.”

his grin deepened as he crossed the room, taking one of the mugs from you. his fingers brushed against yours for just a second too long, sending a warm shiver up your spine. “ah, my favorite,” he said, inspecting the marshmallow mountain you’d crafted. “this is why i keep you around.”

“oh, so it’s not my sparkling personality?” you teased, settling down on the couch.

he took a sip, a little too eagerly, leaving a streak of whipped cream on his upper lip. “well, that too,” he mumbled, clearly not realizing what he’d done.

you bit back a laugh, pointing at him. “jude, you’ve got—” you gestured vaguely to your own face, trying to contain yourself.

he raised an eyebrow. “here?”

“no, here,” you said, leaning in slightly to point, but before you could, he closed the gap, pressing a quick, playful kiss to your cheek and leaving behind a smear of whipped cream.

“jude!” you gasped, bursting into laughter as you wiped at your cheek.

“sharing the holiday spirit,” he said with a wink, his dimples on full display as he flopped down onto the couch beside you, pulling a blanket over your legs.

shaking your head but secretly loving his antics, you handed him a small wrapped box you’d hidden behind one of the pillows. “alright, time to see if you’ve been naughty or nice.”

he grinned, taking the box eagerly. “don’t worry, i’m always nice.” his enthusiasm was contagious as he tore through the wrapping paper, revealing the leather wallet you’d picked out for him.

the corners of his mouth lifted in a softer, almost surprised smile when he saw his initials engraved in silver. but what really got him was the polaroid photo tucked into the inside pocket—a candid shot of the two of you from a few weeks ago, arms wrapped around each other, mid-laugh.

his voice came out low, almost reverent. “this is… class,” he murmured, running his fingers over the wallet before pulling out the photo. for a moment, he just stared at it, his thumb brushing lightly over the image.

“i thought you might like something personal,” you said softly, suddenly feeling shy under the warmth of his gaze.

he set the wallet down, reaching for you instead. “come here,” he said, his arms pulling you onto his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. “this might be my favorite christmas already.”

“you say that now,” you teased, leaning back just enough to hand him his hot chocolate again. “but i’ve got a feeling you’re just in it for the marshmallows.”

he chuckled, kissing the top of your head before lifting his mug. “you might be right, but this is still the best.”

you stayed curled up like that for what felt like hours, the two of you stealing quiet kisses and laughing over little things. eventually, he nodded toward the stack of presents under the tree. “your turn,” he said, pulling out a small gold-wrapped box.

you unwrapped it slowly, savoring the way jude’s brown eyes stayed locked on you, filled with quiet anticipation. inside the box was a delicate silver bracelet with a tiny snowflake charm that caught the firelight perfectly.

“jude…” your voice trailed off as you ran your fingers over the intricate charm. “this is beautiful.”

his voice softened, his teasing grin fading into something more sincere. “i wanted you to have something to remember this night,” he said quietly, reaching for your wrist. his fingers were steady as he clasped the bracelet, the snowflake charm resting lightly against your skin.

“our first christmas eve together,” he added, his voice barely above a whisper.

your chest tightened with emotion as you looked at him, at the boy who somehow managed to make even ordinary moments feel extraordinary. “you’re unbelievable, you know that?” you said, leaning in to kiss him softly.

when the clock struck midnight, jude led you to the window. the snow was still falling, soft and silent, blanketing the world in peaceful stillness. he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you both looked out into the glowing night.

“make a wish,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

you closed your eyes briefly, though you already knew there was nothing more you could ask for. when you opened them, you turned to see jude already looking at you, his expression so full of love it made your chest ache.

“what did you wish for?” you asked quietly, barely above the sound of the fire crackling behind you.

he smiled, leaning down to kiss you again, slow and sweet. “nothing,” he murmured against your lips. “i’ve already got everything i could ever want.”

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ALL FOR HER | jude bellingham

summary: jude surprises his girlfriend with flowers, gifts, and a getaway to show his love and appreciation for her.

warnings: none

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

the gentle morning sun cast its golden rays through the cracks in the curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow. jude’s alarm buzzed faintly on his phone, but he was already awake. for once, it wasn’t his intense training schedule or match preparations occupying his mind—it was her. the love of his life. today wasn’t an anniversary or a holiday. it was a regular saturday, but jude had decided that sometimes, love deserved to be celebrated just because.

he carefully slipped out of bed, his gaze lingering on her for a moment. she was bundled under the blankets, her face partially hidden but unmistakably serene. her soft, even breaths tugged at his heart. a sleepy strand of hair fell across her cheek, and he gently brushed it aside before quietly pulling the door closed behind him.

downstairs, jude began his preparations with meticulous care. the florist in town, one he frequented to surprise her now and then, had put together the most beautiful bouquet—a mix of her favorite flowers: blush roses, soft white lilies, pink peonies, and delicate sprigs of baby’s breath. he’d remembered her saying how lilies reminded her of calm summer days, and peonies always made her smile. today, they stood proudly on their dining table in a tall, crystal vase.

next came the gifts. jude carefully unwrapped each item he’d selected: a dainty gold bracelet engraved with the date they first met, a book she’d once casually mentioned in passing, and two tickets to a luxury beachside villa he’d booked as a surprise getaway. each was nestled into its own box, wrapped in soft pastel paper with silky ribbons tied into perfect bows.

but that wasn’t enough. he wanted her to feel cherished in every way. with the help of her favorite playlist humming through the speakers, he set the mood—flickering candles lining the room, scattering soft rose petals across the table, and placing a handwritten note just beside the flowers. his handwriting was a little crooked, but the words came straight from his heart:

“to the woman who makes every day better just by being in it. this is for all the love you give me—today and always, i want to show you how deeply i treasure you.”

satisfied with the atmosphere, jude moved to the kitchen. the smell of buttery pastries wafted through the air as the croissants warmed in the oven. he arranged fresh fruit—berries, kiwi, and ripe mango—onto a small plate, added her favorite granola-topped yogurt to a dainty glass, and brewed her favorite coffee to perfection. when everything was set, he balanced the breakfast tray carefully and made his way back to the bedroom.

she stirred just as he walked in, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of jude standing by the bedside, holding a tray and grinning like he’d won a lottery. “good morning, beautiful,” he greeted, his voice warm and teasing.

her lips curved into a sleepy smile. “what’s all this?” she murmured, sitting up as he placed the tray on her lap.

“breakfast for my queen,” he replied, dropping a kiss to her forehead. “but… this is only the beginning.”

she raised an eyebrow in sleepy confusion, but jude had already stepped out of the room, beckoning her to follow when she was ready. she emerged minutes later, her hair tied up messily, still wearing his oversized hoodie. what she walked into, though, left her speechless.

the living room glowed in the soft light of candles. the table was adorned with the breathtaking bouquet of flowers, the note tucked neatly beside it. she noticed the gifts sitting atop a bed of rose petals, the playlist humming softly in the background. her hand flew to her mouth, her chest rising and falling as emotion threatened to overwhelm her.

“jude…” her voice cracked. “what… why?”

he stepped toward her, taking her trembling hands into his. “because,” he began softly, his dark eyes locking onto hers, “you’ve given me everything—your love, your patience, your support. you’ve made every single day better just by being you. i don’t tell you often enough how much that means to me. so, today, i wanted to make sure you feel how much i love and appreciate you.” his voice was gentle yet resolute, filled with unfiltered emotion.

tears shimmered in her eyes, threatening to spill as she gazed up at him. “jude, this… this is too much,” she whispered, shaking her head slightly, her voice trembling.

“it’s never too much when it comes to you,” jude said, his hands cradling her face now, his thumbs gently brushing away the tears that began to fall. “you deserve every bit of it and more.”

she stood there for a moment, absorbing his words, letting them wash over her. then, without a word, she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, burying her face against his chest. jude chuckled softly, resting his chin on the top of her head, letting her cling to him.

“i don’t even know what to say,” she mumbled into his shirt.

“don’t say anything,” he murmured, tilting her chin up to press a soft kiss to her lips. “just let me spoil you today.”

he led her to the table, pulling out her chair like a true gentleman. as she sat, she couldn’t stop glancing between the beautiful flowers, the perfectly chosen gifts, and the heartfelt note that still had her heart fluttering.

“open them,” jude encouraged with a playful grin, watching her every reaction.

she reached for the first box and carefully untied the ribbon. inside was the gold bracelet, its delicate engraving catching the soft glow of the candles. her fingers traced over the date as tears welled in her eyes again. “our first meeting…” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“it changed everything for me,” jude said simply, taking the bracelet and clasping it gently around her wrist. he pressed a lingering kiss to her hand afterward, his eyes filled with nothing but love.

next, she unwrapped the book, a small gasp escaping her lips. “how did you even remember this?” she asked, turning the hardcover over in her hands.

“you said you wanted it months ago,” jude shrugged casually. “i’ve had it in mind ever since.”

her heart swelled, and she shook her head in disbelief. “you don’t miss a thing, do you?”

“not when it comes to you,” he replied with a grin.

finally, her hands hovered over the last box, almost trembling as she untied the ribbon and opened the lid. inside were the plane tickets, neatly tucked into a small envelope. her eyes widened in shock as she pulled them out, reading over the details.

“jude… are these real?”

he laughed softly, taking her hands as her excitement bubbled over. “as real as us,” he teased. “i thought we could use a getaway—just the two of us. some sun, some sand, and nothing to distract us from each other.”

without hesitation, she threw her arms around him again, holding him so tightly that he stumbled slightly. her laughter was full of joy, her tears returning but now spilling for all the right reasons. “you’re too good to me,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

“you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispered back, his voice firm yet tender. “i’m just trying to keep up.”

the rest of the day was spent wrapped in a haze of love and happiness. they ate breakfast together slowly, savoring not just the food but the quiet intimacy. they talked, reminisced, and shared soft kisses that seemed to stretch time itself.

later, they danced in the living room to the soft music still playing from the speakers. she laughed as jude spun her around, pulling her close at just the right moment to steal another kiss.

as the evening wore on, they curled up on the couch together, her head resting against his chest as his fingers absentmindedly played with her hair. “i don’t know what i did to deserve you,” she murmured, her voice full of emotion. “but i love you more than i can ever put into words.”

jude tilted her chin up gently, his dark eyes meeting hers. “you don’t have to put it into words,” he said softly. “i feel it in everything you do.”

he leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that spoke of all the love and devotion he couldn’t express in words.

and that night, as they lay in bed with her nestled in his arms, jude held her close, listening to the soft rhythm of her breathing, a steady melody that lulled his own heartbeat into perfect sync with hers. the room was quiet now, the candles burnt low, their soft glow dancing across the walls like whispers of all the moments they had shared that day.

as she shifted slightly in her sleep, her hand naturally found its way to rest over his chest, right where his heart beat for her. jude smiled to himself, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

he thought about the journey they had taken together—their first meeting, the little milestones, the quiet nights, and the grand gestures like today. each memory was a thread woven into the tapestry of their love, vibrant and unbreakable.

in the stillness of the night, he made another silent promise to himself: no matter how far his career might take him, no matter how demanding life could become, he would always make time for moments like this.

because she was his constant. the steady presence in the whirlwind of his world.

as the night deepened and sleep began to claim him, he held her just a little tighter, whispering softly, “i love you.”

and though she was fast asleep, her lips curled into a tiny, peaceful smile, as if she knew, even in her dreams, that her heart was safe with him.

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Reader who was bullied when young and then jude and her go to her hometown and everyone freaks out cause that's freaking jude bellingham and they get like, impressed by reader success as an f1 engineer and that she bagged jude? Sorry its way too specific 😅

THE RETURN | jude bellingham

summary: anon ask !! ^^

warnings: bullying

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

a/n: this was so fun to make it — i hope you like it! i loved seeing jude’s gentle, yet assertive, protectiveness over reader come out.

it had been over a decade since she left her small hometown, a place that had always felt too confining. school had been a maze of awkward silences, cruel jokes, and a lingering sense of being invisible. back then, she was the quiet girl in the back of the class—trying her hardest to avoid attention and desperately wanting to fit in but never quite succeeding. those memories had faded slowly as she built a new life in the city: a promising career in f1 engineering, accomplishments that filled her with pride, and—most unexpectedly—her relationship with jude bellingham, a relationship that had made her feel seen for the first time.

she hadn’t planned on attending her high school reunion, but somehow, as time passed, she felt ready to confront her past. and she wasn’t facing it alone—jude, her supportive, gentle boyfriend, had insisted on coming with her. he knew how much the reunion meant to her.

as they neared the venue, her chest tightened. “you sure you’re okay?” jude asked quietly, his brown eyes locked on hers with such deep concern, a flicker of empathy in his gaze.

she smiled faintly, though her heart fluttered in her chest. “yeah, just… nervous, i guess. it’s a bit overwhelming, coming back here.” the memories were almost too much—yet she knew jude would be there to catch her if she fell. his warmth and confidence always soothed the anxieties she hadn’t quite let go of.

jude’s hand found hers, gently giving it a squeeze. “you’ve got this. and hey, you’re not that same girl anymore. you’ve got a life you’ve built. you’ve got me. so, whatever happens in there—we got this.” his smile was warm, steady.

she nodded, her heart calming a little under the strength of his reassuring presence. “thank you,” she whispered, feeling the gentleness of his support course through her.

when they entered the venue, the familiar buzz of voices was louder than she expected. the gymnasium—the place where she had always lingered by the edges of the crowd—had been transformed for the reunion, but it still carried the same sense of nostalgia and unease. the noise didn’t stop when they entered. no, it quickly escalated into murmurs, quickly followed by gasps and hushed conversation as her old classmates processed the sight of them.

“wait… is that jude bellingham?” she heard someone say under their breath, the tone an odd mix of surprise and disbelief. it wasn’t like jude wasn’t famous, but she couldn’t quite suppress the sudden feeling of being under a spotlight, her past self suddenly being evaluated against this new version she had built.

“wait a minute, is that—” another voice piped up, a bit louder. “she’s with him? no way. this is crazy.”

suddenly, everything about the reunion felt too much, like she was back in high school for all the wrong reasons—under scrutiny, exposed to the gossipy whispers. but when she turned to jude, she found him completely unfazed, his face calm and reassuring. his hand gently curled around hers again, his fingers entwining with hers as he led her through the crowd.

“let’s take it easy. we’re here to have fun,” he murmured softly, as if to remind her there was no reason to worry, that the stares and whispers didn’t matter. still, the tightness in her chest didn’t fully ease as they made their way deeper into the hall. and then, of course, it happened.

nate. of course it was him.

she had seen him from a distance—a face that would forever be linked to the teasing and mockery from her younger years. the smugness in his smile, the way he walked with that brash, confident air, brought it all flooding back. she couldn’t help but bristle as he weaved his way through the crowd, his eyes landing on her with that unmistakable sneer she knew so well.

“well, well, if it isn’t the quiet girl who thought no one would notice her,” nate said, leaning forward with his arms crossed. his voice was louder than before, punctuated with that mocking laugh that still grated on her after all these years.

she squared her shoulders, meeting his gaze evenly, but her heart was pounding. she wanted to respond—really respond—but the memories of her high school self threatened to stifle her words.

“you’ve done well for yourself, huh?” nate continued, his eyes trailing over jude briefly before resting on her again, the smirk not leaving his lips. “didn’t expect you to end up with a guy like him. seems… out of place, don’t you think?” he laughed again, as if she’d just become the punchline of an old joke.

for a split second, her gut twisted in frustration and vulnerability. she had worked so hard to move past everything nate represented, but sometimes it was easy to feel like that quiet, unsure girl again—especially with him standing there, grinning like she wasn’t good enough.

but just before she could respond, jude moved, the energy shifting as he closed the distance between them. with effortless ease, he stepped forward, positioning himself just behind her. she felt the comforting heat of his body pressing against her back, and in that moment, a sudden wave of relief washed over her. his calm presence enveloped her like a blanket, his very proximity pushing away the anxiety.

jude’s hands found her waist gently, but firmly, resting there as he spoke in a soft, steady voice that carried a quiet but undeniable power.

“i think you need to remember something,” jude said evenly, not raising his voice, but letting his words hang in the air. his tone was firm, protective. “you have no right to talk to her like that. she’s amazing. and you don’t get to undermine her. not on my watch.”

the crowd around them seemed to grow still. he didn’t shout, didn’t make a scene—he didn’t need to. there was something almost effortless in the way jude claimed his position beside her. he wasn’t just her boyfriend, trying to defend her for the sake of it—he was a man who genuinely believed in her and made sure everyone around them knew it.

nate stood there, caught off guard, the confrontation falling to the ground between them. the smugness on his face faltered, and for a brief moment, the arrogance of his words evaporated. he shifted his weight, his shoulders tightening, before letting out a forced laugh.

“yeah, okay, man. whatever,” nate mumbled, avoiding jude’s unflinching gaze. with one final glance in her direction—less sure now—he turned on his heel, weaving through the crowd without another word.

as soon as he disappeared into the room, jude gently pulled her closer, his hands still resting on her hips as if grounding her in the moment. she turned, her eyes searching his for a trace of something—anything—but all she found was tenderness.

“are you alright?” jude asked, his voice low, full of concern, as he looked down at her. his brown eyes were warm, sincere.

she didn’t answer right away, her throat too tight with emotion. but after a deep, shaky breath, she nodded, pressing her face against his chest. “yeah. i just… i forgot what that felt like, you know? having someone try to drag me back to that place.”

jude brushed a hand gently over her hair, kissing the top of her head, his voice a soothing whisper. “you don’t ever have to go back there, not while i’m here. you’re so much more than they’ll ever realize. and i’m not going anywhere.”

her breath hitched at his words, and as the sounds of the reunion picked up again in the background, she didn’t feel the weight of the past anymore. jude had held her through the sting, had quietly and protectively shown her the strength she had long hidden. together, nothing seemed impossible.

his touch on her back was warm, steady. “let’s have a good time tonight, okay?” he murmured, pressing another soft kiss to her forehead.

she pulled back slightly, smiling softly as she looked up at him. “yeah,” she whispered, finding her voice again. “yeah, let’s.”

and with that, they walked forward together, facing whatever came next. this time, together.

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GOAL OF THE HEART | jude bellingham

summary: a joke about being terrible at football leads to a flirty one-on-one session with jude, where teasing turns into something more.

warnings: none!

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

it started out as a joke. during a group hangout, you’d admitted—half embarrassed, half amused—that football and you simply didn’t mix. you told them that you might actually be the worst player alive, no exaggeration needed.

jude, who’d been sipping on a drink nearby, nearly choked when he heard you. his eyes immediately lit up with playful disbelief, that signature grin spreading across his face like he’d just found the world’s biggest challenge.

“the worst player alive?” he repeated, leaning closer as if he needed to double-check. “nah. you can’t be serious.”

“dead serious,” you replied with a shrug, though you felt your cheeks heating under his gaze. “i’m a lost cause. don’t even try.”

he leaned back, crossing his arms with an air of smug confidence. “oh, we’re not letting that slide. i could coach you in, like, an hour. easy.”

“that sounds like a waste of your time,” you said with a laugh, but jude’s grin only widened.

“you scared?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, eyes narrowing in mock challenge.

and that was it. somehow, you ended up agreeing to a one-on-one training session, and now, here you were at the park, standing awkwardly on the grass while jude twirled a football like it was part of his hand. the late-afternoon sun hung low in the sky, bathing everything in golden light.

he set the ball down in front of you, already smirking. “all right, superstar. let’s see what i’m working with.”

you shot him a look before kicking the ball… straight into your own shin. it bounced pitifully off to the side, and you winced. jude, meanwhile, doubled over with laughter.

“oh my god,” he gasped, hands on his knees. “okay, that was worse than i thought it’d be.”

“shut up,” you muttered, crossing your arms.

“no, seriously,” he said between chuckles, walking over to grab the ball. “you’ve got, like, negative ball control. i thought you were joking!”

“do you want me to leave?”

he bit back another laugh, stepping closer until he was face-to-face with you. “you’re not getting out of this that easy.” his grin softened into something more encouraging. “but don’t worry, i’ve got you. you’re in good hands.”

“debatable,” you muttered, earning another laugh.

jude spent the next twenty minutes attempting to teach you the basics—emphasis on “attempting.” he showed you how to dribble with the inside of your foot, how to balance, how to aim. but every time you tried, you either tripped, kicked the ball in a completely wrong direction, or sent it rolling barely two feet in front of you.

“this is hopeless,” you groaned, throwing up your hands after yet another failed attempt.

“nah,” jude said, walking back over with that same annoyingly cocky grin. “you’re just… how do i say this nicely? really bad.”

you smacked his arm lightly, glaring at him even though his laughter was contagious.

“okay, okay,” he said, holding up his hands in surrender. “maybe we need a new approach.”

before you could ask what he meant, jude stepped behind you. his chest brushed against your back as he rested his hands on your arms, guiding them downward.

“relax,” he said, his voice dropping a little lower, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. “you’re way too tense. just focus on the ball.”

it was impossible to focus when his breath was warm against your ear and his hands were moving so gently yet firmly.

“you sure this is about football?” you shot back, glancing at him over your shoulder.

his lips curved into a smirk, and he leaned in just slightly closer. “why? is something distracting you?”

“you’re so annoying,” you muttered, cheeks flushing.

he only chuckled, his hands still resting lightly on yours. “keep telling yourself that.”

after what felt like a century, you finally managed to kick the ball into the makeshift goal. it wasn’t exactly a highlight-worthy shot—it rolled awkwardly into the bottom corner—but it counted. you turned to jude, expecting a teasing remark, only to find him lying flat on the ground, arms stretched out like he’d been dramatically defeated.

“you win!” he groaned, clutching his chest like he was in pain. “the student has surpassed the master.”

“oh my god, get up!” you laughed, walking over to nudge his side with your foot.

“i mean it,” he said, grinning up at you. “i’ve been absolutely humbled. what a performance.”

you rolled your eyes and plopped down on the grass beside him, both of you flushed and out of breath.

“admit it,” jude said after a moment, turning his head to look at you. “you had fun.”

you tilted your head toward him, raising a brow. “fun? with you? never.”

he grinned, shifting so he was leaning up on one elbow, his face suddenly a lot closer to yours. “nah, you love it. you love me, actually. go ahead, say it.”

“keep dreaming, bellingham,” you shot back, but the way his gaze dropped—just briefly—to your lips made your heart skip.

“for real, though,” he murmured, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face, his hand lingering for just a beat too long. “you did good today.”

you bit back a shy smile, pretending to brush it off. “well, what do i get for being your star player?”

he tilted his head, eyes sparkling with mischief. “how about dinner? you earned it.”

your heart raced, and before you could argue, he added with a smirk, “plus, someone’s gotta keep the coach company.”

rolling your eyes, you laughed. “you’re unbelievable.”

but you didn’t say no.

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im obsessed with ur blog omg

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HIS STYLIST | jude bellingham

summary: jude is hopelessly smitten with his stylist, but no matter how charming or flirty he gets, she remains oblivious to his feelings.

warnings: none!

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

a/n request more people to write about or anything! im on christmas break and want things to write about!

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the studio hummed with the usual sounds, tailors fussing over fabric, the drone of a few lights being adjusted, but to jude, it was all background noise. his focus was entirely on her, the way she moved around him, so careful, so assured. every step she took seemed to amplify the heartbeat that echoed in his chest.

it had been months since they started working together. months of fitting, adjusting, watching her hands smooth over his collar, or adjust his cuff, with professional precision. she was his personal stylist, and from the start, their relationship had been entirely business. but somewhere along the way, it had shifted for jude. each brush of her fingers against his skin, each moment when their eyes would meet for just a second too long, made him feel something deeper than what he had ever intended to feel for someone simply doing their job.

“relax your shoulders, jude,” she said, her tone gentle but steady, her hands reaching for the edges of his suit jacket.

he did as instructed, but it was hard not to stiffen when she got close, when the heat from her body pressed against his in subtle, fleeting moments.

“better,” she murmured as she moved back. her fingers lingered over him for just an instant longer than was necessary.

“always so perfect,” he said with a playful grin, trying again to flirt, hoping she’d notice, hoping maybe, just maybe, she’d let her guard down this time.

she didn’t respond right away, but when she did, her smile was small and polite. “that’s the goal,” she said, as if it were just another part of the job.

he watched her, studying every move, and for a second, he imagined what it would be like if she smiled at him without that professionalism, the mask that never quite cracked. he could tell himself over and over that it was a lost cause, that she was just his stylist, that this thing he felt, this longing, was a silly infatuation that would fade. but it never did.

“you know,” he began, voice smooth but with a quiet edge of vulnerability creeping through, “i feel like i should thank you. you really have a gift, making all of this look effortless.” he gestured to his perfectly tailored suit, smiling a little too brightly. “it’s hard to feel this… good.”

she didn’t seem moved by his words in the way he hoped. instead, she adjusted his cuffs, still cool and collected. “it’s just what i do.” she flicked her gaze up to him, those eyes holding a faintly amused glimmer. “your job’s harder than mine.”

he wanted to say this wasn’t hard. that looking at her, feeling this constant pull toward her, was the hardest thing he’d done in months. but instead, he forced a light chuckle. “maybe you’re right. but it can be difficult to make perfection look effortless.”

the moment stretched. she stepped away, adjusting a few things on his jacket that he was fairly certain didn’t need adjusting. “it’s all about the details.” her voice was soft, easy to brush off as just her doing her work. professional. detached.

jude, however, had spent months thinking about those details. the way she looked at him sometimes. the way she shifted just a little closer when she was measuring his sleeves. the subtle touches that made his heart race and left him wondering if, just maybe, she noticed him the way he noticed her.

but he couldn’t let her continue to be this distant. couldn’t keep pretending it didn’t bother him, couldn’t ignore the way his chest felt tight at how polite and professional she remained—how impossibly detached she seemed to be when it came to him.

“i need to say something,” jude said suddenly, his voice thick with nerves. he hadn’t meant to say anything like this. he wasn’t even sure how the words had gotten this far.

she paused, fingers still on his sleeve, but now there was a shift in her posture—curiosity, but no immediate panic. no expectation that anything could be different.

“what’s up?” she asked, finally turning to face him fully. there was something almost friendly in her gaze now, a flicker of openness he hadn’t expected to see.

jude’s throat tightened as he swallowed. this was it. he knew he couldn’t keep hiding it, not forever. he took a breath, gathering every ounce of courage he had, and said it before he could second-guess himself.

“i like you. more than just well, more than just professional. and i’ve been trying to ignore it, trying to make it… go away. but it doesn’t. so, i figured if i didn’t tell you, i’d just keep pretending, keeping my distance, but i can’t anymore.”

for a beat, the world seemed to freeze. she stared at him for a moment, her lips parting slightly as though she was processing his words, but not in the way he hoped.

“oh,” she said finally, the shock clear in her tone. for a second, jude’s heart fell, but she quickly recovered with a soft laugh. “well, i didn’t expect that.” she seemed to smile, but it wasn’t exactly the response he’d imagined, not the warm acceptance he’d hoped for. she was still standing a little too far from him.

“yeah, um…” he had to swallow to push the nervous energy down. “i thought maybe you… might feel the same way.”

she blinked, and jude’s heart thudded. “i don’t know,” she said with a light shrug, but there was no edge in her voice—nothing that would outright shut him down. “i mean, i think you’re great and all. i just… didn’t think you saw me that way.”

the tension lifted slightly. her words weren’t a rejection. no, they weren’t exactly a refusal. but they weren’t confirmation either.

“i guess that’s fair,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair in that awkward, sheepish way he always did. his mind reeled at her unexpected reaction.

“but,” she continued, eyes gleaming just a little, “i wouldn’t mind seeing where it could go. i did notice you, you know. you’re not the only one who’s been… thinking about this.” there was that smirk again, playful this time, as though she’d already known all along.

jude’s chest felt lighter, though his heart still pounded. maybe it wasn’t as disastrous as he had imagined.

“you—seriously?” his voice cracked with hope.

“yeah. dinner, maybe. we’ll see,” she said, teasing with that cool, knowing smile.

he let out a relieved breath. maybe she hadn’t been entirely oblivious after all. but for now, the playful banter and guarded interest between them had finally found its space.

and he was willing to take it one step at a time.

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SNOW DAY | jude bellingham

summary: after one surprisingly heavy snowfall in your hometown stops you from going back to madrid, you decide to make the best of this snow day.

warnings: none

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

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you hadn’t expected snow. not here, and certainly not today.

from the window of your childhood home, the snowstorm looked beautiful—blanketing the street in quiet, clean white—but you were less than thrilled about being stuck. madrid had been calling you back, your routine waiting, and your flight’s sudden cancellation turned everything upside down.

behind you, footsteps creaked softly, a sound so familiar you didn’t need to turn around. “you’re still sulking?”

“not sulking,” you corrected, rolling your eyes at jude’s amused tone. “i just hate sitting still.”

you turned in time to see jude leaning casually in the doorway, a mischievous smile plastered across his face. his coat and beanie gave him that annoyingly cute “i’m ready for adventure” look. something you’d come to know all too well in the months since you started dating.

“it’s one day,” jude said, stepping further into the room. “i’m not letting you waste it, by the way.”

“waste it?” you snorted, watching as he pulled his gloves from his pocket. “and what exactly do you have in mind?”

jude smirked, tugging the gloves on dramatically. “you, me, outside. a snowball fight to the death.”

“to the death?”

“i’m serious,” he nodded solemnly, but his dimples betrayed him. “i’ve been training my whole life for this moment.”

“and you expect me to participate in this nonsense?” you teased, folding your arms.

“yes,” he shot back without hesitation. “unless you want me to spread the rumor that my girlfriend—a prodigy at almost everything—was too scared to face me in battle.”

you barked a laugh, shaking your head. “you’re insufferable.”

“and you love it,” he quipped with a cheeky grin. he was already halfway out the door, “ten minutes, babe! if you’re not out there, i’m storming back in to drag you out myself!”

fifteen minutes later—after wrestling with your puffy coat and a pair of stubborn boots—you stood at the edge of your snowy lawn, glaring at jude’s triumphant form ahead. his breath curled in little puffs of white, cheeks pink from the cold, as he stood there, arms crossed.

“i knew you’d come,” he said, grinning.

you rolled your eyes, tugging your gloves on tighter. “i came to destroy you, just so we’re clear.”

jude laughed brightly, spinning on his heels to walk backward through the snow. “talk all you want—actions win wars.”

before you could snap back, a soft thwack echoed through the still air. you blinked, snow sliding slowly down your arm. jude was now crouched a few feet away, grinning like he’d just uncovered a secret.

“did you…?”

“you take too long to retaliate.” jude stood with another snowball forming in his hands, raising an eyebrow as if daring you.

“oh, it’s like that,” you muttered under your breath. scooping up snow with both hands, you packed it quickly before launching your masterpiece at his shoulder.

jude sputtered as it hit, his arms flying to his sides. “oi!”

the fight spiraled quickly after that. snow flew through the air in bursts—soft and slightly sloppy since your gloves didn’t pack perfectly, but you didn’t care. jude was relentless, sprinting circles around you with mock attacks, dodging like he was actually playing in some professional match.

“stop running!” you shouted through laughter, flinging a snowball wildly.

“i don’t lose, love!” jude called over his shoulder, laughter in his voice as he ducked another one.

a flash of movement came too quickly to register, and before you knew it, jude tackled you into a low drift with a muffled “gotcha!” his arms wrapped around you just as the snow cushioned the fall, making you squeal as cold seeped in through your coat.

“jude!” you gasped, squirming underneath him. he braced his weight so you weren’t crushed, his face hovering mere inches above yours with an expression far too smug.

“victory feels sweet,” he declared, a teasing warmth lighting up his brown eyes.

“you cheated,” you breathed, trying to keep a straight face, even as laughter threatened to break through.

he just grinned, one gloved hand brushing loose snowflakes from your hat. “you’re terrible at admitting defeat.”

“and you’re terrible at staying still.” you reached up, smearing a bit of snow against his cheek for revenge. jude flinched dramatically, his laughter erupting into the quiet of the snowfall.

as the sound faded, the energy between you softened. jude’s fingers trailed gently across your jaw, and when you looked up into his face—really looked—the world fell silent.

snowflakes tangled in his curls. his skin was flushed from the cold, cheeks and nose painted pink, but there was that familiar warmth in his eyes that turned your insides to mush every time.

“hey,” he murmured, voice softer than it’d been all day.

“hey,” you whispered back, breath coming out in a visible puff.

neither of you moved for a moment, the stillness stretched taut between you. it felt… magical. snowflakes dusted your eyelashes and his hair, settling between the two of you like they were part of the moment—small but perfect. the cold kissed your cheeks, leaving them flushed, but all you could focus on was the warmth radiating from where jude hovered over you.

“can i kiss you?” he asked softly, as if breaking the quiet too sharply would shatter something fragile.

you smiled at the question because jude, who had been playfully throwing snowballs at your head for the last twenty or so minutes, could still somehow make a simple request feel like the sweetest gesture.

“always,” you whispered, sliding your cold fingers behind his neck and tugging him down the rest of the way.

jude’s lips met yours gently at first. soft, warm, and so sweet it made your chest tighten. the world seemed to fall away completely, leaving only the two of you. the snowfall muffled everything around you, as if time itself slowed to make room for the moment.

his gloved hand cupped the side of your face, thumb brushing tenderly across your cheek as the kiss deepened just slightly. jude kissed you with a quiet kind of certainty, a mix of playfulness and sincerity that made your heart flutter wildly in your chest.

when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested softly against yours, his breath mingling with the cold air between you.

“you’re freezing,” he murmured, his smile soft as his eyes searched your face.

“and whose fault is that?” you teased back, still slightly breathless, though you didn’t dare move just yet.

“mine, clearly,” jude said, and the corners of his mouth lifted into that familiar grin, the one that always made you feel like you were in on some unspoken joke only the two of you shared.

the moment hung between you, gentle and warm despite the chill. snowflakes danced lazily through the air around you, landing in jude’s dark curls and clinging to the edges of his beanie.

you watched him quietly for a second, memorizing the flushed pink of his cheeks and the content gleam in his eyes. after months together, moments like these still surprised you—the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world.

“what?” jude asked softly, pulling back just enough to catch your gaze.

you shook your head with a small laugh, thumb brushing a flurry of snowflakes from his jaw. “nothing. just… you’re ridiculous, you know that?”

he grinned, tilting his head slightly. “ridiculously charming, ridiculously talented—”

“ridiculously annoying,” you cut in playfully, though the teasing glint in your eyes gave you away.

“lucky for me, you’re ridiculously in love with me,” jude shot back, dimples flashing as he leaned down to press another soft kiss to the tip of your cold nose.

the action made you laugh, cheeks aching from the smile spreading across your face.

“fine,” you muttered, your breath curling in the space between you. “but next snow day, i’m winning that snowball fight.”

“deal.” jude beamed, pushing himself up before reaching down to pull you to your feet. you stumbled slightly, still laughing as you tugged your hat more snugly onto your head.

“come on,” he said, slinging an arm lazily around your shoulders as you both started toward the house. “let’s warm you up before you turn into an icicle.”

you snorted, nudging him with your elbow. “and let me guess, you’re in charge of making hot chocolate?”

“obviously,” jude replied confidently. “only the best for you.”

as you walked back through the snow, his arm still draped around you, you couldn’t help but glance up at him, cheeks pink, curls damp with snow, and that sweet smile still tugging at his lips.

a day in the snow wasn’t part of the plan. but jude had a way of turning even the most inconvenient days into something you knew you’d remember. and as you leaned into his side, laughing softly as he muttered about how next time he’d show no mercy, you thought maybe this snow day—this unplanned, messy, beautiful day—was exactly what you needed.

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CHEERLEADER | jude bellingham

summary: you go to your new boyfriend’s football game to support him which leads to an abrupt hard launch to your relationship.

warnings: fluff, implied sexual themes

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

chapter 1 , game day at madrid

the mirror in front of you felt like a stranger as you studied your reflection. you hadn’t worn a jersey in years, let alone go to one. but today was different. it wasn’t just any jersey. It was your boyfriend, jude’s. his number 5 stretching across your back. you’d seen him wear it with pride countless times, but wearing it now felt… strange, in the most exciting way possible.

“is this really happening?” you muttered to yourself, tapping the fabric against your chest. with a soft sigh, you slid it on, the oversized fit swaying gently with each movement. you gaze shifted to your reflection in the full-length mirror. nervous but excited. ready but not sure at the same time.

another buzz from your phone startled you as you slipped on a pair of sneakers. jude’s name with a tiny heart next to it flashed across the screen. his text made your heart beat a little faster.

“are you ready? im about to hit the field. can’t wait to finally see you here.”

your fingers shook slightly as you typed back.

“i’m almost there. so ready to cheer you on.” you felt a flush on your cheeks after you hit send. it felt surreal saying “your boyfriend,” even in a text. her had quickly become the one constant in your life, his sweet laugh, the way he cared for the smallest details…

you grabbed your bag, pausing in the doorway for a second. how are you supposed to feel? nervous? exited? confident?

the drive felt like a blur, as if the whole world was moving too quickly. the closer you got to the stadium, the louder the noises outside became. the fans. the tailgate parties. everywhere you looked, people were wearing the same jerseys, hats, and scarves. the bright glow of neon banners and screens teased you. the overwhelming sound of cheering from stadium-goers carried through the streets.

once you parked, the walk toward the place jude calls home seemed to drag on forever. the pulse in your neck mimicked the beat of the cheering fans.

the stadium towered above you, all sharp edges and glaring lights. the crowd was a moving sea of colors, shouts of anticipation weaving into the heartbeat of the city. you pulled the jersey tighter around yourself as you threaded through the bustling fans, their excited energy contagious.

finally stepping into the grand stands, you were hit with an overwhelming view of the field. rows upon rows of perfectly manicured green stretched out before you, floodlights making the blades of grass look almost unreal. the smells of all different aromas took over your nose, the freshly cut grass, the smell of fireworks due to a pregame celebration and the mix of different foods. it was oddly comfortable.

your phone buzzed again. jude.

“where are you?”

you smirked, thumb tapping away quickly.

“somewhere cheering you on, superstar. don’t worry. I’m hard to miss.”

sliding your phone into your bag, you found your seat. It was closer to the sidelines than you’d expected, almost perfect for catching every move he made. the players were warming up already, and even from afar, you could see jude, easily recognizable in his number five jersey.

it felt like he sensed your gaze before he spotted you. he jogged to the sideline, loosening up with a final stretch, before sneaking a glance toward the stands. the second his eyes landed on you, his smile softened and he lifted his arm to give you the smallest wave. you grinned, lifting your fingers in a shy little wave back.

“nice jersey!” someone yelled beside you, clearly spotting his name on your back. you turned, cheeks heating up slightly. “i guess we know which team you’re rooting for,” the older man added, laughing lightly as you nodded.

“you could say I have a favorite player,” you joked back.

jude, watching from the field, probably noticed your flustered reaction because he ducked his head with an amused shake of his own, clearly proud of himself. this was quickly interrupted with a punch from one of his teammates and he laughed, running to the bench to talk to his coach. a warmth bloomed in your chest; he was yours, and there was something special about seeing him in his element.

-

the energy in the stadium was electric—the fans roaring, chanting jude’s name as his goal decided the match. your voice was already hoarse, throat tight with excitement as you cheered your heart out. as the final whistle blew, jude’s arms shot up in victory, and before you knew it, you were being nudged and congratulated by fans around you who assumed you were just another supporter.

moments later, when players were wandering closer to the sidelines again, jude found you with his eyes and mouthed something exaggerated and teasing, tapping his jersey. you squinted, trying to read his lips. Nice shirt.

your rolled your eyes playfully, laughing as you motioned for him to get back to celebrating with his team. still, the moment lingered between you two like it carried a weight only the two of you could understand.

-

the tunnel was chaotic. a mix of buzzing fans, random staff members weaving through, and reporters darting around like vultures hunting for prey. your leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching it all, trying to keep a low profile. it wasn’t exactly your scene, but you’d been waiting for jude to finish his interview with the media.

and then, there he was, fresh from the match, looking exhausted but that usual cocky grin still plastered on his face. His messy hair and shirt sticking to his skin only added to the scrappy-but-charming vibe. when his eyes landed on you from across the chaos, his whole demeanor shifted—like he’d spotted his favorite person in the crowd. his lips curved into that easy grin, and for a moment, the madness around him seemed to fade.

you leaned off the wall with a grin of your own. "you took your sweet time," you teased, eyebrow raised.

he walked up with an exaggerated slow pace, clearly enjoying how much he could mess with you. “miss me already?”

“do i look like i’m dying to see you?” you smirked, folding your arms.

he leaned in, ignoring the close group of reporters nearby, giving you an exaggerated look like really?“come on. You can’t tell me you’ve survived this long without me.”

“oh, i’m surviving.” you gave him a playful shove. “i’m just bored, that’s all.”

just as he opened his mouth to reply, a couple of reporters, catching sight of him walking toward you, began to rush forward. jude, always quick to pick up on what was happening, straightened up and snapped into his public persona. he gave you a wink before he turned toward them with a practiced, easy smile.

“jude! congrats on the win! what an assist, yeah? could you tell us how you’re feeling about this season?”

“happy with how things went today,” he said smoothly, giving his usual ‘team-player’ response. but there was that familiar distance in his voice, like he wasn’t entirely present. it was clear, he’d answered these questions a hundred times before.

another voice interrupted. “and who’s that with you? a new girlfriend, jude?”

you could practically feel the moment hanging in the air between you both. A new girlfriend?

his smile remained, but there was a subtle shift in his body language, and then, he slid in front of you just a little, instinctively protecting your space. his tone didn’t change, but there was an edge to it. “that’s enough questions for today, yeah?”

the reporters, not willing to give up, pushed a few more questions. your could hear snippets but the responses turned into a blur. jude kept the conversation light, answering in the most polished, public-friendly way, as if this moment didn’t matter much to him.

with the last camera flash blinding you, jude’s hand brushed your lower back gently, urging you to walk toward the car park. the overwhelming weight of the attention felt like it was fading, but a few lingering reporters took notice. it only took a second, and before you could even fully process what was happening, you heard a sharp click behind you.

a photographer had snapped a picture—the kind that could get recycled into another stupid article. your barely registered it, your heart racing, more than a little annoyed by how easily they caught the moment. your gaze shot to jude, who paused and glanced back.

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered under his breath, but the words barely had time to leave his lips before he took a deep breath and leaned in close to you, turning his attention back to you instead. “its the game, babe,” he said in a quiet, dry tone.

you shook your head, trying to calm the mild irritation swelling inside of you. “i don’t like being the game.” your eyes stayed ahead, trying to put as much distance between the scene and the cameras.

“tell me about it.” her nudged you playfully with his elbow. “you’re the mysterious new girlfriend, huh? how’d that for a headline?”

“thats what they’re going with?” you raised an eyebrow as you both stepped into the quieter car park, finally leaving the madness behind.

he shrugged, walking with easy strides beside you. “they’ll spin it any way they can. but it’ll keep them happy for a while.”

you shot him a teasing look. “of course, you’d be the one to feed the drama.”

"drama’s where the fun’s at." he smirked. "but you look good in a headline. guess that's not all bad."

you rolled your eyes to jude’s playful teasing that still managed to make you smile as you arrived to the car.

jude leaned in and opened the car door for you, his fingers brushing lightly against the edge of the frame as he did. there was an effortless ease to his movement, a silent promise in his quiet gesture.

“thank you," you said, your voice softer as you climbed into the seat, trying to shake off the feeling of being thrust into the chaos.

jude lingered for a second longer, and you could feel his gaze on you as you settled. he stepped in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “ill meet you at your apartment after i’m done with the guys," he said, voice lowered, the playful tone gone as something more genuine replaced it. "shouldn’t be too long, but i’ll text you when i’m on my way.”

you raised an eyebrow, giving him an amused look. “you sure about that?”

his lips curled into his signature grin, all cockiness and charm. “would i lie to you?”

“guess I’ll find out.” the words were playful, but there was something else there, a curiosity—you hadn’t expected the weight in his voice just now.

he seemed to read it, his eyes searching yours for a moment, then it was like a switch flicked—he was closer, too close to ignore. without another word, he gently cupped your face with one hand, his thumb brushing softly over your cheek. the sudden proximity caught your breath, the playful tension shifting into something more electric.

he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours.

the kiss was slow, teasing, barely more than a graze at first. his lips were warm, fitting perfectly against yours, but it was the intensity of it—how everything else in the world blurred out of existence for just that second—that left you breathless. when he pulled away, your chest tightened with the weight of his absence.

there was that teasing glint back in his eye, but it was clouded by something deeper, a promise unspoken. “see you soon,” he said, his voice low, husky.

you swallowed, struggling to push the immediate need rising inside of you down. That kiss hadn’t been long enough infact, it was far from it. and now, that familiar longing was twisting inside you, making your mind whirl.

jude shut the door gently, the final sound of his footsteps echoing in the distance before you were left in the car, the car engine humming softly in your ears.

one kiss. It hadn’t even lasted a full minute, but it was enough to leave you wanting more.

and you couldn’t help but wonder just how much more he’d be willing to give.

—

a/n: lmk if i should continue this! im not too sure but definitely could expand it

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BREAKFAST IN BED | jude bellingham

summary: you’re sick in bed so jude decided to surprise you with breakfast in bed.

warnings: none

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

the soft rustle of the silk sheets were the only sound in the quiet room. sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting gentle lines across the bed where you lay, curled under layers of blankets. your throat ached, and your head felt far too heavy, making it impossible to summon the energy to leave the cozy nest you’d created after jude mysteriously left.

just as you began drifting back into a light doze, the faint creak of the door interrupted. through heavy, sore eyelids, you noticed a shadow move toward you. it was him—jude—his frame almost hidden behind the largest breakfast tray you’d ever seen.

“good morning, sleepyhead,” he said softly, the kind of softness that immediately made your heart melt. “i know you’re not feeling great, so… i thought i’d bring you something to start the day before i head out training.”

you blinked up at him, a small smile tugging at your lips despite how heavy and exhausted you felt after barely being able to sleep last night. he looked so proud of himself, balancing the tray with both hands like it was precious cargo. your gaze dropped to the feast in front of you—fluffy croissants, a bowl of fresh fruit, eggs arranged beautifully on a small plate, and even a cup filled with honey tea and lemon.

“you did all this?” you croaked, voice still rough.

jude grinned, setting the tray down on the bedside table before kneeling beside you. “you sound surprised.” his teasing tone was paired with soft, sweeping fingers that brushed back the messy strands of your hair. he looked at you with utter love and affection.

“i am surprised,” you admitted weakly, a teasing spark glimmering through the drowsiness. “you once burnt toast jude. toast.”

he let out a small laugh, rolling his eyes. “one time! i’m a changed man.” he teased, poking you ever so slightly.

you chuckled softly, the small movement sending warmth through the dull ache in your body. before you could shift to sit up, jude’s hands were there, helping to prop the pillows behind your back. his movements were careful and delicate, and once you were settled, he presented the tray like it was a crown.

“there…. mhm. perfect,” he murmured, his eyes lighting up as if this was all a well-executed plan.

the food was simple, yet to you, it felt like more than breakfast—each piece placed there with care. then way jude looked at you made your chest tighten in that achy, warm way you were beginning to recognize as love.

“thank you, amor,” you said softly, your eyes meeting his.

his smile softened, the teasing replaced with something sincere. “anything for you. Now eat up before it gets cold… i’m trying to impress you here.”

as you picked up one of the croissants and took a bite jude hovered by your side, its flaky layers scattering crumbs over the tray. his face was a mix of anticipation and nerves, like you were the critic and he was the chef, waiting for a review.

“well?” he pressed.

you made an exaggerated show of chewing, holding your serious expression for just a little too long. his brows started to furrow. “i swear, if you—”

“its perfect.” you finally smiled, cutting him off, and gently touching his arm. his shoulders dropped in visible relief.

“i told you!” he beamed, sinking onto the edge of the bed beside you. “chef jude knows what he’s doing now.”

you chuckled, eyes gliding over the breakfast once more—fruit sliced with surprising neatness, eggs looking slightly scrambled but edible, and, most importantly, the tea that glowed a little too much under the sun. you raised a brow.

“what’s in the tea?” you asked playfully, holding it up to the light.

his confidence faltered for the first time in his life. “what do you mean?”

“it’s practically shining. did you drop glitter in here to impress me more?”

his mouth opened as if to protest, but then a sheepish grin came over him. “okay, so maybe i squeezed the lemons a bit too much. you know… i wanted to make it extra fresh.”

the image of him in your kitchen, face scrunched in determination as he wrestled with a pile of lemons, made you laugh, despite your sore throat. jude turned to look at you then, and for a brief moment, everything stilled. the teasing faded into something quieter, gentler.

“there’s that smile,” he murmured, his voice dipping soft as his knuckles brushed lightly against your cheek.

you looked at him, really looked at him—the early morning shadows sharp against his jaw, his hair tousled and still damp, like he’d been too busy fussing over breakfast to fix himself up. and that expression… like he was watching the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Your chest ached.

“jude…”

“hm?”

“you didn’t have to do all this.” you wondered how much time he actually took making all this. it made your heart soften.

“i know,” he replied almost immediately, breaking into that boyish grin. “but when my girl’s sick, what else am I supposed to do? leave you here miserable?” he paused and laughed to himself, “talking to your tissues?”

you rolled your eyes at him, your cheeks warming. “i’m not that dramatic.”

“you cried over dropping a spoon two weeks ago—”

“that was a stressful day,” you shot back, fighting a smile and rolling your eyes playfully.

“exactly,” he said triumphantly, “so you deserve to be pampered.” he leaned back slightly, arms propped behind him, his smirk softening into something fond. “besides, i like looking after you… even if you’re stubborn.”

silence settled over you both—comfortable, warm, like the sunlight pooling through the window. you took another slow sip of the tea, almost convinced jude had managed to squeeze glitter into it because the bitter, yet sweetness spread like magic across your tongue.

“fine,” you admitted at last, hiding your smile behind the glass, “you’re allowed to look after me for one day.”

“one day?” he scoffed playfully, nudging your knee. “good luck getting rid of me now. you’re stuck with me, darling.”

and truthfully? you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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