#*Dortmund

[dankomaksimovic]

ph. Danko Maksimovic - Dortmund, Germany (2023)

Film: Kodak Portra 800

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Rose Dortmund, Germany

[judeloverr]

morning cuddles with jude pls🙏🏽🙏🏽i love your fics sm

cuddles- jude bellingham

summary: morning cuddles with jude

pairings: jude bellingham x reader

warnings: fluff word count: 0.9k

“turn it off” jude grumbled under his breath, eyes still closed and half asleep while he nussled his head more into your neck. once reaching for your phone you pressed the button to turn the annoying alarm off. you forgot turn it off last night knowing you weren’t going anywhere and jude’s training cancelled due to the storm weather which created a lot of flooding.

the alarm stopped, silence filling the room. the soft patter of rain hitting the windows is the only thing heard. you moved back into jude’s embrace, his hands finding the familiar and comfortable position on your waist. your head leaning on his bicep allows you to put your hand on his lower arm, you scratching his skin softly with your acrylic nails.

“mhm, that tickles” you can feel jude’s smile against your neck, voice muffled by your skin and he pressed a light kiss below your ear, his lips moving up to press a feathering kiss against your cheek lovingly. “i’m so glad training got cancelled, can’t be bothered to get up”

“mhm, same just want to be with you all day” jude’s fingers traced shapes along your hip, your love language to each other has always been touch, he loves to be touching you somewhere if it’s your hands, waist or shoulders.

you turn your body so you are facing jude, his arm still under your head and his hand on your waist, he moves his hand to your back pulling you closer so your chest his pressed fully against his bare one.

shifting up so your head is aligning with his on the pillow, jude’s eyes are still closed, his relaxed face indicating he was falling out and into sleep. you hand goes to the back of his head scratching his scalp lighting, your hands lowering down to his back, nails against bare skin, jude shivers lightly, his hands squeezing your waist lightly.

you watch as his eyes open slowly, still puffy from sleep, looking at you tenderly as your hand goes to his cheek to rub his skin lightly under his eye. a small smiles appearing on his face when he looks at you, making your stomach all giddy.

his hands reaches from your waist to your head and pushes your hair behind your ear, his lips lean down and kisses gently on your forehead.

“i need to move, i’m getting cramp in my arm” jude urges your head to get up, you lift it a little allowing him to retrieve his arm. jude proceeds to move position, untangling your legs so he can be flat on his back. “c’mere” he whispers, grabbing your arm softly and pulling you to lie on his chest, your leg going over his center. your head goes on his bare chest and his arm falls of your lower back, under your shirt.

a comfortable silence fills the room while you trace the pads of your finger tips slowly over his abs on his stomach.

right now is one your favourite parts of the day, you can have each other to yourself and know knowone interrupts you.

jude’s other hand goes to your thigh which is over his centre and lays his hands there squeezing the skin every once in a while. you dig your head into his neck and begin to place light kisses over his skin. his breathing hitches very quietly when you nip at his ear lope. jude’s stomach feels like there a butterfly’s moving around quickly whenever you begin to kiss his neck.

jude feels warmth spread over his body when you gravitate towards his jaw, knowing purposely that you aren’t going to kiss the one place he wants you too. “you not gonna give me a kiss?” your kiss on his jaw lingers for a couple of seconds.

your actions pause at his whiny statement, you grin, putting your finger on his jaw, moving his face to the side so it’s facing you. jude has a cheeky grin on his face, watching and waiting for a kiss. jude loved to tease you, saying he never got kisses when you felt all you are doing all day is kissing your god damn boyfriend due to his extreme neediness for you.

you lean in a press your lips against his soft and warm mouth, he leans in closer to your face, his eyelashes against your cheek when he moves his mouth against yours, to be tease you move back, noses touching before things can escalate. a groan leaves his throat due to your lack of closeness. “hey” he mumbles.

you press single kisses against his mouth while saying “so” kiss “needy” kiss. when you pull back a blush appears on his cheeks, he digs his face into your neck, breath fanning over your chest, a breathless laughs escapes your mouth, knowing he’s suddenly got all shy.

“only for you”

[germanpostwarmodern]

Administration of the Company „Schroerbau“ (1973) in Dortmund, Germany, JG Hanke. Photo by Schlehner/Dortmund.

[i-care-4u]

Hi!! Love your Jude headcanoncs!!💕 Can i request one where he is super clingy and funny please??

[ ✹ ] JUDE BELLINGHAM HEADCANONS

PAIR: JUDE BELLINGHAM X READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

CLINGY JUDE INCLUDES…

jude is literally your biggest supporter. he would be spamming you with love in the comments of your instagram posts, telling the world how amazing of a person you are.

he loves holding your hand. whenever you drive, he places his hand next to yours, radiating comfort.

he holds your hand in every setting you two enter at. at a football game, at the cafe, at home, he loves the feel of your soft hands.

jude thinks about you during his football matches. attendance or not, he would dedicate his goals to you, combining the two things he loves the most ⎯ you and football.

as a result, he gets teased by his teammates, especially gio.

to make up your absence, jude would take you to a cafe, where you two would talk for hours.

when jude stays over at your apartment, you two would be having the longest nights. you can’t sleep because of jude.

jude gets closer to you, feeling your cold body temperature. he would extend the blanket he was using in order to wrap you around him. as you leaned on his shoulder, you felt the warmth.

“this is so much better.”

jude planted a kiss on your forehead, “i told you.”

when jude gets super clingy, you get a laugh from him.

“y/n, say it back.”

you looked up at your tall boyfriend, “you should know this jude, isn’t it obvious that we love each other?”

“i know, but can you say it for me?” jude pleads.

you sighed, laughing afterwards, “i love you jude.”

although you love being in the moment, jude was the one that captures the moment. he loves taking pictures of you and sends them to his parents after, reminding them about the love of his life.

jude found your expression cute. you squealed, “are you sending the pictures you took of me to your mom?”

you entering his life was the best thing that happened to jude.

[peaky-shelby]

What happens when mason mount & Jude Bellingham meet again:

[cosmonautroger]

Iron Maiden, The Trooper, Dortmund, 1983

[daisy-1929]

My Julee 💖🐰

[marcoreusofficial]

no twitter means i post fancams here

[miamaimania]

German Brutalism: 'Hannibal' Apartment Building (1974-76) in Dortmund, Germany 🏢️

[i4bellingham]

LOVESTRUCK : jude bellingham x fem!reader

synopsis: in which you and jude reveal your relationship for the very first time during one of his games. // not proofread + english is not my first language so please bare with me :> WORLD CUP ENDS TONIGHT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

As the whistle blew for the last time indicating England’s win, the crowd of white and blue erupted in jolly cheers filling the entire stadium with their merriment celebration for their team’s gratifying win.

The guys huddled close in the field, hugging and celebrating with wide smiles some with teary-eyed gaze that glistened amidst the stadium lights before they thanked the fans for their support.

Proudly wearing the England NT jersey with Jude’s number and last name, you couldn't be any more proud to see his growth and success reach new heights as you cheered and clapped at the seating area.

There had always been worries coming from his side, certain insecurities that often clouded him in a glum haze before you're there easing his worries down and making him remember the level of football he's managed to be at in such a young ageㅡ with a successful career at that. He's always got something in mind, nitpicking certain things that he could've done better at every game until he's drowning and overthinking his entire career, as if he's not a starter and a star player of the England National Team in the World Cup, in addition to his success as Dortmund’s most recognizable rising star players.

It was so easy for him to lose himself in his thoughts, but it was just as easy for you to pull him out of his drowning self-doubts so to see him shine, all smiley and happy in the pitch with his teammates after an excellent game and a good win, it brings a proud warmth to your chest. Standing next to you were his parents who stared at their son just as proud.

You watch for a few more moments as the boys celebrated before they're approaching the bleachers where the team’s family are seated.

You catch Jude’s eye before he's even walking in your general direction. He blows you a kiss, mouthing ‘I love you’ before he turns to his parents to do the same.

After that they were ushered to do cool-downs before being escorted back to the locker rooms, some of the NT’s staff being held back for interviews as the boys filed to enter the tunnel with their loud chatter.

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“Ah! There’s our boy!” Jude hugs his father first before he does the same to his Mum. He's already got changed into a fresh England Strike Drill top with shorts and his sock-clad feet in slippers, freely wrapping each of his parents in a hug without needing to worry about his sweat or the grime and dirt that usually clung on his jersey shirt.

His Mum pats his chest, beaming a proud smile before planting a kiss on each of his cheeks, telling him how proud they are of everything he's achieved.

You simply sat by their side, watching with a content smile on your face before his Mum turns around and makes way for Jude to reach you. You see her shoot you a cheeky wink before she's ushering her husband to sit a little bit further than where they were previously seated.

You stand up to meet Jude, expecting just a simple hug as a form of greeting because after all, you haven't really revealed the status of your guys’ relationship. Everyone knew you as ‘Jude’s best friend’ but not yet as ‘Jude Bellingham’s girlfriend’. And with the number of camera snapping photos almost every second in the stands, you couldn't help the gasp that leaves your lips when you're being pulled by your lovely boyfriend as he gives you a kiss on the lips.

With wide eyes, you tap his arm in panic.

“Cameras!” You tell him. He pays them no mind before he's dragging you to sit down and almost having your entire left leg over his lap, an arm thrown over your shoulder before he gives your cheeks a kiss each.

“Jus ignore ’em love, been buggin’ me for so long I forgot they even exist sometimes.” You knew Jude didn't even care for them, much less for probably giving them something to post and write about the exclusivity of your relationship with him. Instead, Jude leans his head on your shoulders, adjusting his arm to loosely hang on your waist. “’m so happy you're here.”

And with that, he's successfully able to deter your attention from having your relationship outed to the public with such a simple statement.

You flick his other hand that was on your lap before he latches onto it, holding it against in between your’s and his thigh.

“Of course I’d be here... you’d given me the tickets haven't ya?”

Jude scoffs at your jab, pinching your side that almost made you squeal.

“Now don’t be a smartass,” he tells you, voice donning a tired edge yet he still entertains your remark. “Who else was I s’posed to give ’em anyways... my brother can't come here with us.”

Hearing the mention of his younger brother, you perk up. “Speaking of Jobe, I got him some things while I was out yesterday... I know he doesn't need the boot but I got him another pair in his favorite colors.”

“You got my brother somethin’ but nothin’ for me?” Jude asks, feigning a shockㅡ an overdramatized one that he uses ever time he’s being a tease and playful. “Are ya playin’ favorites now?”

“If I had to pick a favorite between the two Bellingham brothers then I’d chose Jobe. A right choice isn’t it? He did get me my favorite ice cream flavor right that one time...”

“Babe it was one time!”

You gasp, “Jude Victor William Bellingham we’ve been dating for a year and a half during that time! Was only right for you to know my favorite ice cream flavor, no?”

Jude sighs dramatically, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck. “To be fair you do tend to pick random flavors based on your mood, that’s my only defense for this case.”

“... alright then, fair enough.”

He raises a fist, weakly uttering a ‘yes’ before he's back to leaning against you, head nearly against your chest.

“Tired?” Jude nods his head silently. You guide him to lay over the remaining unoccupied seats, seeing that his parents were nowhere in their spot that they had previous scooted into.

You let your boyfriend lay his head over your lap before you're reaching over for your coat inside your bag. You drape it around his dozing frame, pulling the edge around his ankles where his socks doesn't reach and running your free hand through his curls, the other being cuddled against his chest as he slept.

Jude places a kiss on your knuckles, muttering the same three words against your skin that he mouthed not even an hour long ago, completely disregarding the eyes and cameras that had long fixated their attention and lenses on the both of you.

Unsurprisingly, the both of you reached multiple media outlets the next day. Articles after articles, photos after photos and a ton of both short and long video clips taken by some fans bombarded the internet enough to get the thought across.

Jude Bellingham was off the market and was very much evidently in love with you.

a/n: my tumblr glitched three times i thought i lost this entire piece thank fuck for the restore button 😭

[dankomaksimovic]

ph. Danko Maksimovic - Dortmund, Germany (2023)

Film: Kodak Portra 800

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Hydrangea

[judeloverr]

hiiii, could you do something with jude bellingham where they are at a dortmund game and he is injured and they are sat together and all cuddled up together and it’s really cold, just a lot of fluff. thankyouuuu x

the game- jude bellingham

pairings: jude bellingham x reader

warnings: fluff, like on swear word word count: 1.1k

authors note: thankyou for this request, i enjoyed writing this- hope you enjoy. i have requests coming soon aswell, just trying to get through them all.

“i’m fucking freezing” jude grumbled lowly under his breath as he fixed the beanie on his head and zipped up his coat to the top. you watched your boyfriend move around in his seat like a child and rub his hands together to gain some warmth. “babe how aren’t you cold” your boyfriend asked and gave you a puzzled look.

“i am, i just don’t fidget so much as you” you replied and focused back onto the game. you were wrapped up like jude, hat, gloves, scarf and double socks on your feet and many layers. you wonder how the players aren’t cold running around in only a shirt and shorts.

“i don’t like th- what fucking pass is that oh my days” jude suddenly shouted and stood up from his seat, making you jump, while being his hands out in front of him while pointing towards the pitch where the players of dortmund were playing against another team. jude was injured and he dragged you along to watch it with him, he said he would be lonely.

“jude” you exclaimed, looking down below you you saw fans looking behind them and staring at your boyfriend, you also saw quite a few kids and you knew that the parents weren’t encouraging the foul language your boyfriend was currently using. “stop swearing there are kids right below us”

jude looked down at you then the kids while standing us and shyly sitting in his seat. “i’ll give them a wave later and they will be fine” jude sat down awkwardly and huffed under his because another player did a bad pass into the box. “babe if i was down there i-“

you cut his rambling off and turned to him “ what jude you would’ve scored a goal by now” you teased.

“yeah probably” he stated with confidence and shrugged his shoulder. “my injury isn’t that bad ,i just landed on my foot weirdly, could be playing down there right now”

“yeah i’m sure they wanted you to play jude but they don’t want to injure their ‘star’ player even more” you teased and placed your elbow on the armrest, put your chin in the palm of your hand and leaned closer to jude.

“star player huh?” he grinned cheekily and eyed you suspiciously due to your movement to be closer to him. you didn't want him to know but you were cold and wanted him to be closer to you to warm you up because you knew he was a literal warming object for you.

“yes, star player” you replied and smiled cheekily at him. dragging out your voice on the word star. he never understood how proud you were of him when he played, but you are kind of glad he isn’t right now becuase lately you guys haven’t been spending that much time together due to his matches and his travelling.

the half time whistle brought your conversation to a halt. dortmund was loosing 1 nil and jude was not happy about it. you looked to jude to see him in the same position as you, very close that you could see very little details of his smooth skin and dark brown eyes.

jude’s eyes gravitated down towards your lips and subtle smirk rose from his. you tilted your head to the side with confusion, not understanding what he was implying.

“I want to kiss you” jude asked abruptly while his eyes were still focused on your lips you could feel the heat rise on your cheeks, as you got all flustered, by little statement that your boyfriend stated.

“you can’t kiss me here, someone is ought to video and post it, and you will have some very angry fangirls online” you rolled your eyes and looked into his. he drummed his fingers on his upper lips and shrugged.

“who cares? I’ll kiss you when I want and where I want”

“and there’s cameras”

“so?”

“sooo my point is, i’m not kissing you here, when we are home i’ll give you as many as you want” you explained and watched your boyfriend move away from you and lean back in his seat.

“fine, i’m thirsty do you want a drink” he asked while standing up and reaching for his phone in his pocket. you glanced down his body, dressed in black baggy jeans, hoodie and a big coat. you bit the inside of your cheek because you still didn’t understand how this guy was your man.

you look at jude’s face, a light smirk appeared realising what you were doing.

“hot chocolate please” you tell him and watch him walk away.

5 mins later you see jude walking back to you with 2 mugs of steaming hot chocolate filled to the top with cream and marshmellows.

“here you go ma lady” he says and hands you a your hot chocolate. you take it from his hands and they instantly warm up.

“thankyou” you tell him sincerely.

you sit in comfortable silence, while you look around the stadium to pass time and wait for the second half to begin. once you finish your hot chocolate you place it on the ground and out of the way so you won’t kick it by accident. you slowly move over to your boyfriend and shuffle closer to his side and grab his arm. jude’s attention is focused on you as he watches you lean you head against his shoulder for warmth. in response he leans his head on top of yours and you remain in that comfortable silence.

your attention is then taken when you both look at the big screen and see to the two of you leaning against each other. you smile shyly and hide your face in his neck to get away from the cameras.

“camera is gone now, you can stop hiding” jude teased and his body shook with laughter.

“shut up i hate when they do that” you admit and press and gentle kiss on the base of his neck. you feel jude’s breath sharpen by the little action knowing what kinds of affect you have on your boyfriend.

“i know so do i” he replies, he turns to you a little so he can place his hand on your thigh, he squeezes softly and rubs the covered skin with the pad of his thumb. he knows how you get when the camera videos the two of you you get all shy and embarrassed knowing the whole world can see your relationship.

you lift your head from his shoulder to be faced with him, noses touching. you moved forward and placed a delicate kiss on his cheek and then the corner of his mouth. hoping know one saw you do that.

“what happened to the no kissing” he said and did a heartwarming smile to you, still very close to you.

“that was a kiss on the cheek” you told him.

“still a kiss though”

“whatever”

[germanpostwarmodern]

RAG-Haus (1978) in Dortmund, Germany, by Laskowski, Thenhaus, Kafka

[goingupthedownstair]

Dortmund revisited #2

[Mamiya C330f & Kodak Ektar]