#football

[pablogavisimp]

period cramps- jude bellingham

you were curled up in your blanket on your couch. shuffling around, you tried to find the perfect position that wouldn’t hurt your stomach even more. jude was around 20 minutes late from practice but you just brushed it off as traffic as that happened quite often around this time. you turned the tv on and put on FRIENDS as it was your comfort show.

the door opened and in came jude. 

“hi my love, i got you something.” he cooed, placing it down on the table before pressing a soft kiss onto your lips.

“what is it?” you asked eagerly, sitting up causing him to chuckle.

“you’re on your period so i made you a little gift basket.” he said placing it into your lap. you looked through it. it had one of his hoodies, a lip balm, a few skincare items, some stuff from lululemon, chocolate, a heating pad and a few other things. seeing it made you tear up and you looked up at jude. 

“how did you know?” you pouted.

“the app.” he grinned pointing at his phone. 

“i love you!” you grinned as you hugged him tightly. 

“i love you more, now cuddles?” he asked opening his arms for you.

you smiled again before melting into his arms. he placed his warm hand on your stomach causing you to moan in relief as the pain lessened.

“love you.” he mumbled, pressing his lips to your hair. 

“love you more.” 

“no way!” 

yourusername: 🥹💕 @judebellingham 

[dorabellingham]

Floodlights

warnings: none

characters: jude x fem!reader

summary: when you make a cameo in his series

may contain spelling and translation errors!

The camera began with a panoramic view of the city of Madrid, with the golden light of the sunset reflecting on the streets. Jude's smooth narration fills the silence as he describes life as a professional football player.

—Being a player is more than just living the dream, it's more than titles, more than recognition... It's a constant battle between success and real life.

The image changes to a sequence of him in different stadiums, wearing the Real Madrid shirt, then the English team. He smiles and continues:

—But what many people don't see is the most important part, which happens away from the spotlight.

The camera moved smoothly to a studio lit by warm lights. Bellingham is sitting casually on a couch, and next to him, you.

You're both relaxed, with Jude wearing something simple, like a white shirt and jeans, and you in a muted green dress. You seem a little shy, a stark contrast to the natural confidence of the man next to you. On the corner of the table, a photo of you on one of your many trips together is prominent.

—You know... most people don't know Y/n behind the cameras, but she has always been the basis of everything in my life. I was a 15 year old boy when we met. And believe it or not, everything changed after that day.

The camera briefly focused on you, who smiled sideways, a little shyly.

You, with a discreet smile, interrupted.

—I remember that day like it was yesterday. I didn't know who Jude Bellingham was... football wasn't my thing.

*a short video starts filling the screen*

The sound of young laughter fills the air as a home video starts playing. The scene shows you and 15-year-old Jude laughing at a simple party. Both are surrounded by friends, including Bukayo Saka, who is filming.

—Jude was...just a kid at the party. —You narrate, while the video shows the young player trying to talk to you for the first time, visibly nervous. —Actually, I thought he was Saka's childhood friend or something!

You laugh.

Jude, laughing, complements his wife's speech.

—I was sure she was dating Saka or Dele. I couldn't understand how someone like her could be single.

Soon the scene changed to an interview of Bukayo and Bamidele, sitting on the same sofa a few days later. They are clearly at ease, laughing about old memories.

—Jude was completely obsessed, seriously. He asked me every day about Y/n, as if I were the older brother who had to approve the relationship or something. It was hilarious.

Saka said, while smiling remembering everything.

—When she came to watch some of our training, something really friendly, Jude didn't hit the goal at all. He looked like he was in the moon world.

Dele commented, crying, laughing.

The scene soon returned to the couple, after the surprise presence of the two close friends. As Jude and you continued talking, the camera cuts to a montage of photos and videos showing the development of your relationship over the years. The screen displays a sequence of photos of you in various places around the world, starting with a selfie in a London cafe and moving through photos from trips to Santorini, Miami and Paris. Each image captures the love and complicity between you.

You say, reflexively:

—I never thought dating someone in football would be easy, you know? I always had this image... football players train, the pressure is a lot, and they are always on the road.

The camera cuts to an image of the you in Ibiza, with the sunset in the background and Jude kissing your cheek.

You continue, smiling sideways.

—But Jude always proved me wrong. He was different from the beginning. And I think that's why, even in the most difficult parts, we always found a way to support each other.

The tone of the song softened as the camera panned back to you in the studio. The mood is now a little more serious, but still light.

Bellingham, looking at you, deeply.

—Being a football player has its difficulties. I remember when things were really complicated... when the pressure was too much. It was at that time that I realized how essential her support was. I was at the height of my career, but at the same time, it was the time when I needed emotional support the most.

You exchanged passionate smiles and your hands met on his legs.

—She doesn't need to say anything. Just being there was enough.

With Jude now showing a slight smile, the camera cuts to an image of you in Madrid, you holding a baby. The image is followed by another montage, this time of you celebrating important victories, with you always by his side.

—If I am the player I am today, it is because of her. It's not just about what happens on the field, it's what happens off it too.

You, who smiled, visibly moved, looked at Jude and said.

—And I've never needed more than what we have. He always made sure I felt safe, that I knew how much he loved me.

The documentary moves to a more relaxed part, where the camera hits you in a country house. The sound of children's laughter fills the air as you play with the still small Benji. You're running through the grass, Jude trying to teach your son how to kick a ball, while you watch fondly.

Jude, now with a more playful tone, said.

—I never thought it would be so good to have a family. Seeing Y/n with Benjamin... makes me realize how unique our journey was. She was the start of it all.

The camera then showed a home video of a family Christmas, with you hugging your parents and family around the tree. It's a genuine moment, full of laughter and joy, that shows a simple and real life behind the fame.

—Football gave me a lot, but my family gave me what really matters.

The episode ended with you sitting on the couch again, now more relaxed. You laughed at an inside joke, and the camera captured this moment of silent intimacy, a demonstration of the quiet, steadfast love you share.

—I know that, at the end of the day, when it's all over... this is what will remain. Us. Y/n was and will always be my biggest support. And everything we built together only makes me sure that the future is ours.

Jude said, his voice shaking slightly.

The camera focused on you, who, still shy, smiled and said:

—I just want him to continue to be happy and mine... that's all that matters.

The speech drew a line from everyone present on the set, and even made Jude try to wink at the camera, but it left something to be desired.

—I promise that by the next episode I will have taught him how to blink!

[woso4-life]

She has a beautiful smile

[judes-baeeee]

Okay so I had this request first and it’s basically just dad Jude

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Tea party time

Your daughter Janecia was talkative and playful especially with Jude, she loved you both but Jude was like her best friend who she told everything to.

As you and Janecia came back home from spending time with each other, the minute she saw her father she ran straight to him giving him a tight hug, “daddy I missed you” to which he answered “I missed you too Jan, how was shopping with mummy”.

One thing about Janecia is that she loved when her father would ask her questions because she would answer him with great detail and she also loved how he always listened to her.

“Daddy can we go play please”, Jude nodded and she pulled him into her bedroom. Janecia forced Jude to put on a princess dress and a wig because she insisted that he had to look good for the tea party, as much as Jude tried to hesitate he knew she really wanted him to do it. “See daddy you look so nice for our tea party now, don’t you guys agree?” she picked up her teddy bears and nodded their heads.

You peeked through the door trying not to laugh at the sight of Jude in a dress and a wig but also in awe because of how cute they were together, Jude noticed you were peeking, he got up and opened the door wider with a cheesy grin on his face. “Baby do you wanna join our tea party” while laughing. Janecia turn around also continuously asking for you to join. “Okay I’ll join but I want a kiss from my favourite princesses first” Jude laughed and gave you a peck, Janecia stood up and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

Hope you guys enjoyed this and feel free to leave a request in my inbox xx

[spidybaby]

Leaked | Part Two

Summary: Kylian realized he made a mistake with you. Sadly, it was a little too late.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, gaslight, pregnancy talk.

A/N: sorry about the time, life got crazy but I fix it and now I'm back.

Part one

The vibration of the phone is what woke him up. The bothering feeling was making him uncomfortable, eyes opening up.

"Yes?" He asks, raspy voice.

"Kylian, good morning." He hears the Mister voice. "Sorry to bother you this early, I need you to come downstairs to meet me and Mister Florentino."

"Mister, Buenos días." He says in Spanish. "I'll be there, give me five minutes."

He hung the phone, getting up and walking to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.

He puts on a tracksuit, looking at you. So peaceful, so sleepy. You were so calm, nothing bothering your mind.

He grabs his phone. Noticing that it died because he forgot to charge it. Thankfully it lasted enough to get the call.

Walking to your side, he gave a kiss to your shoulder and hair. Smiling at the small, sleepy smile you give at the feeling of love.

He left the room, PowerBank in hand, and phone in the other. He was calmed, thinking it was a call because of the strategy he planned with the Mister.

He happily walked over to the small reunion room the club asked the hotel to reserve for them. He sees the lawyer of the club, Florentino, and the Mister.

"Buenos días." He smiles. "Sorry about the wait. I was sleeping." He smiles, shaking hand with them.

"This is Gonzalo, he's our lawyer." Florentino says.

"I know, nice to see you again." He smiles at Gonzalo.

He nods, looking at both Florentino and Ancelotti. They just nod and turb back to him. "Kylian, I don't know if you looked at your phone before coming here."

He frowns, not caring about his phone because it is dead. "It's dead." He smiles, lifting his phone that was connected to his powerbank.

"What we are about to show you, we know it's not going to be easy to overcome." Ancelotti says. "Gonzalo, please."

He opens the iPad he has next to him. Turning it to him to show him the news article. "I know you have a private life. We are not going to judge your life, we just want you to know how you would like to know how you would like us to proceed."

He's blank.

He can't even read the full article. His mind goes to the pictures of her.

Her.

"Do you want me to bring some champagne?"

He nods, unbottoning his pants and leaving them aside. He turns the water off, moving back into his room to change the Playlist.

He sees his phone, opens it, and notices he has a message from you. He opens it, looking at the picture you sent him. You were opening the gift he sent you.

He feels his stomach turn. You thank him for always spoiling you. Telling him that when you see him, you'll try to make it up.

Make it up for a gift he sent you because he feels bad that he's sharing his bed with another girl that's not you.

"I got the champagne." Silvia says.

He turns the do not disturb mode. Leaving his phone on the nightstand. He feels the cold lips on his back.

"I talked to your mom." She says, serving a bit of the gold liquid into the glass. "I reserved the table at the restaurant you asked." She smiles. "And I got the special room."

He thanks her, grabbing the glass from her hand and drinking the champagne like a shot. "Take that off. Let's get into the water." He chuckles, moving the bra strap down her shoulder.

He walks into the bathroom, taking his boxers off and entering the water of the jacuzzi. His body relaxed at the warm of the water.

He feels her body sticking to his, her legs on each side of him. "I love you." She says. "Ethan and I were talking about having another trip together with your family."

He throws his head back. Body tensing at how much guilt he feels that you are happy at home, thinking he had a nice gesture with you. Meanwhile, he's talking about future plans with another woman.

He opens his eyes, looking at her. Her hair remains him of you. "I'll leave my card with you tomorrow, I remember how much you wanted to change your hair color." He lies.

Silvia loves her hair. She thinks it's cute and natural. But Kylian needs to have a difference between you and her.

"Did I?" She asks, confused. "I feel good with my color."

"You told me that." He lies again. "Remember, you even showed me that picture of that actress."

Her frown is hard, she's trying to remember who he's talking about. "Who?"

She curse in his mind. "The one from that movie with the French actor." He says, thinking about the last movie he saw with you. "Flower?"

"Flower?" She repeats. "Are you talking about Florence Pugh?" Silvia laughs. "I don't remember, but if you liked that, I'll do it."

He smiles, happy that he got what he wanted. Silvia was easy to convince. Even when she didn't like the idea, she would do it for him.

"But why?" She cries. "I thought you loved me."

"Sil, amour." He sighs, tired. "I think you need to find someone who can be with you like you want to."

She sobs into her hands once again, making him roll his eyes. Why was she so dramatic?

"Stop it, please." He taps her head. "I'll send you that pretty bag you like to make it up." He smiles.

She lifts her head, slapping his hand away. "I don't want a bag, Kylian." She yells. "I want compromise."

"I can't give you that." He scuffs. "I told you, I'll make it up. Take it or leave it."

Silvia shakes her head, trying to get composure.

"Is it because I thought I was pregnant?" She asks, sad.

He makes a face, he didn't even thought of that.

"No." He says, very dry.

"Then explain it to me."

"I don't like you anymore." He says, not caring if he's hurting her. "There, you wanted the truth."

Her eyes fill with tears, making him feel tired and want for her to stop and leave. "But I love you."

"Well, I don't." He gets up from bed. "I need to go to training, pack your things, I'll send you your flight information."

She tries calling his name. She even ran after him. "I'll be better, please, Ky."

He presses the elevator button, turning to her right after. He doesn't even care if she gets on her knees.

"If you don't get to pack everything, I'll send it over to your house." He says, hearing the ring of the elevator door opening. "Just be out before five." He smiles, winking at her.

He takes his phone out of his pocket, opening the message you sent him. It was about you packing your thing, telling him how happy you are to see him.

He calls you. "My love." He smiles, happy that you answer his facetime. "Ready to flight?"

"Hi, my love." You say to him, placing the phone. "I'm finishing with the packing, and then I'll leave to the airport."

He smiles at how cute you look, his jersey of the real madrid looking cute on you. "Bring that bikini I love." He teasily smiles.

"It's already packed." You shily says. "Are you going to train?"

"Oui, wish me luck." He chuckles. "Right after we are meeting the team to leave."

"Have fun today, okay?" You softly say. "I love you."

"I love you more." He says, honest about his feelings. "When you land and get to the hotel, tell me."

"Oui oui." You laugh. "I have to make a work call before leaving, so I'll see you soon, amour." You smile, sending him a kiss.

He smiles at his phone. Sending you a kiss. If only his friends would see him doing that. They would laugh at how comical he would look.

"Love you, bye."

Gonzalo calls his name again. Making him go back to reality. He noticed the now black screen of the iPad.

"I know it's hard." Gonzalo says. "But, we were thinking that maybe we can put out a statement and try to deny this."

"Would this work?" He asks. He's worried.

"We can blame it on AI." Gonzalo says. "I think this would be hard on your partner but it's for the better."

He clears his throat. "She's not." He pauses, feeling embarrassed. "She's not my partner."

Gonzalo lifts his hands. "Don't have to give me any explanation." He smiles. "Just know she would get some heat because of this."

"I don't care about her." He says, harsh but honest. "Just please fix this."

Gonzalo nods, turning to Florentino and to Ancelotti. They nod, too. "I'll work right now on the statement, I'll send it to your lawyer and manager."

Kylian thanks him. Shaking his hands as he stood up and left the room. "I'm sorry, Mister." He says. "I'm sorry, Mister Perez."

"Don't, we know this wasn't something you planned." Florentino smiles. "Just don't worry about it and focus on the game."

"Will do, sir, thank you for understanding."

"Relax, Kylian." Carlo says. "Go take a cold shower, and don't worry about checking social media."

He nods. Thanking them again, and walking back upstairs. He checks his messages, answering the one from his mom.

> Don't log into x or Instagram. <

> Why? What did you do? <

> Trust me on this. Just let me fix something and I'll call you. <

He doesn't want to get into the room. He has a feeling. He opens the door, hearing a sniff.

His heart broke, and his stomach dropped. Your teary eyes, your wet cheeks. You follow his eyes, letting a sob out of your mouth.

You cry into your hands.

It's like a dejavu of Silvia crying into her hands. Except this time he cares. He cares about your feelings, he cares about your sobs.

He wants to ask you to slap him, to yell at him. He wants you to do anything, but leave. He can't help but breathe hard.

He follows you with his eyes, you slam the door of the bathroom. He throws himself on the bed. Cursing at himself for being so stupid.

He feels his phone vibrate, Silvia's name showing up. He declined the call, texting her that he would call her later.

She tries again. He just sits back on the bed, declining the call once again.

> Kylian, answer

> I need to talk to you

> why is your lawyer calling me?

> You think I did this?

> love, just answer. I know we ended bad, but I'll never. <

He left the phone on the side, airplane mode on.

You open the door, red puffy eyes. He wants to cry just by the look of you. You move to your luggage, packing the things you have outside of it.

He's petrified, he can't move for the love of God. He's into this state where he can't really do anything because he fears you would react bad to it.

The conversation with you feels like a fever dream. He wants to hit himself, he wants to undo his mistakes and prioritize you over anybody.

Reality hits him. You left the room, he needs to go after you. He opens the door quickly, finding Gonzalo outside.

"Hey, thank God you answered." He sighs.

He enters the room, making kylian whine. "Can you wait for me here?" He says. "Just a moment."

He doesn't wait for the answer. He runs to the stairs. He needs to find you. He thanks the stars that he's an elite athlete because he gets to be on the lobby in no time.

Sadly for him, he can't find you. Not there, not on the parking, not on the elevators. You disappeared.

He wants to scream.

He then moves back to his room. Knocking on the door for Gonzalo to open it. "Sorry."

Gonzalo just nods, not understanding but not wanting to ask. "I sent the statement to your team, they approved it."

Kylian just nods.

"Also, the majority of the people on social media are saying they belive its fake because even when the.pictures with your family are there, she's always in the corner so it looks well edited."

He feels weird, Silvia never edited anything. It was all real.

"Post it." He says. "I don't want to deal with this shit anymore." He sighs. "I'm sorry I dragged you into this."

Gonzalo nods, giving him an understanding smile. "Don't worry, Ky."

Gonzalo tells him that the social media team posted the statement and that he didn't have to worry, he won't get any interviews, and that he needs to stick to the AI story.

"Can you please try again?" He asks to his assistant. "I know she doesn't live there anymore, but just offer the landlord anything in exchange of some information."

She nods, tired of the situation but obeying her boss. "I'll try." She says.

He's tried of contacting you, he tried to call your phone, he's blocked.

He tried going to your house, you moved.

He tried sending something to your workplace. You were on vacation.

He tried.

But he can't find you. He feels like he needs you to allow him to be able to feel something for him to actually feel some sort of joy, some anger, something.

He's not doing well in football. Everybody knows.

His family forced an explanation out of him. Safe to say that his mother reaction was the calmest of them all.

He not only told them about the Silvia leaked situation, he told them about you.

Fayza was mad. She didn't raise a cheater and low mannered man for him to think that it was okay to do what he did.

He tried to explain that it was all because him and Silvia were a no label thing, and he thought it was a good idea to do it, but his mother just asked him to save it.

You can't even begin to explain how much of a roller-coaster it was your life. You wanted to dissappear from he world.

You can't even justify your sadness to your friends and co-workers, mostly because only one person knew about you two.

> it's like being a ghost <

You were a ghost in his life. You were just the side pick-up girl for when his actual girlfriend was busy.

> she knows his family, you know what the hotel rooms in Madrid look like <

You took a week off of work. Lying that you needed to deal with some family member funeral.

Your boss was naive, he said yes without asking for any documentation. That and the fact that he was put with his own side piece.

"Have you been stressed lately?" The doctor asks you.

You nod, cleaning the gel from your skin. "Stress is my middle name." You joke with her.

She laughs at your joke, "Then that's your answer." She smiles. "The pharmacy test was defective. Let's trust the blood test and the ultrasound."

You nod, feeling like your life gained a little bit of composure. Finally something negative that was good.

"Will do." You smile. "Thank you." You say to her. Letting her explain again the caring you need to do.

"See you in a few months for your routine tests."

You wave goodbye at her. Walking outside of the office. You feel happy that you didn't have ti worry about that problem anymore.

But even if you feel relief, a part of you was sad.

> "Do you like the name Pipper?" He asks, smiling at you.

"Pipper" you repeat, thinking about the name. "It's beautiful." You say, kissing his lips.

"If it's a girl I think Pipper would be good." He says, daydreaming about you. "Maybe Carter, that's very strong."

"I like your name, but I wouldn't name my kid Jr." You laugh, making him laugh. "No Kylian Jr here."

He then gets close to you, kissing your lips. You smile into the kiss, loving the warmth feeling that only he can make you feel.

Your smile grows wider when he then moves his lips to your belly. He hugs your waist and lays his head there.

"So, Pipper?" He asks again, making you chuckle happy. <

You feel empty.

"I'm not sure if it's her actual address but I think it is."

He raises an eyebrow. "I'll have to trust it." He sighs. "Whatever you do, don't tell my mother or anybody of this."

"My lips are sealed." She says, sending him the information before hanging up the call.

He asks his driver to take him to the address. He's anxious, what if you choose to slam the door on his face?

Well, he can't really fight the idea, he deserves that, but what if he finds our that you moved on?

He can't even fully think about it.

Be can't bare the idea of you with another person.

But you didn't also thought that would be possible and it was.

He places the hoodie and glasses as a mechanism of cover up. He doesn't want to create new news.

The building was an open door access, the elevators weren't, you needed a pass or to ring the doorbell to be let inside.

He was about to press the doorbell of a apartment when a delivery guy was about to exit the elevator area. Hands full to the point he was struggling to keep the door open.

"Here, let me help you." Kylian smiles.

"Merci, sir." The guy smiles. "Have a nice day." He says.

Kylian entered the elevator, fingers pressing the button of your floor. He can feel the sweat on his hands.

He walks slowly to your door, feeling scared of even thinking about knocking on the door. He wants to gain composure first.

He then knocks on the door. Three dry knocks. His knuckles are burning at the sensation. Not because he knocked hard, but because of the weight of the action.

He hears you saying "I'm coming." In that sweet voice of you. His heart starts beating like it used to, before you leave.

Before he made you leave.

You open the door with a smile. Smile that fades after realizing who was on the other side of the door.

"I'll I ask is for you to hear me out." He says. "Just let me explain myself."

You don't want to, but you have to. This was the last step you would take. You nod, opening the door and stepping aside for him to be able to walk inside.

He does, entering your house. It was way different from your last place. He can sense the vibe of growth.

Your taste changed, you don't have those crazy decorations or those funny little looking plants. He stands up there, looking at everything.

"You changed your vibe." He says, trying to make conversation.

"Can you stop with the mannerisms?" You ask him, tired. "Just talk, please."

He feels a shiver down his spine. You were so serious, so harsh. Never have you ever before. Not with him.

"I-" He tries. Way too nervous to even formulate a sentence. He can tell you changed but he can't even began apologize. "I'm sorry."

You lift an eyebrow, was that all?

"I'm sorry I hurt you with everything that happened." He tries again. "This girl and I, we were in a no label kind of thing. She wasn't my girlfriend, and I was leaving her when I met you."

He pauses, trying to get the time-line in order for him to explain it to you.

"You really change my life, for the better." He shows a little smile. "I never felt the way I did with anybody, you were the only one who I was telling I love you to. You were the one who I was worried about, and I know sounds like-"

"Like bullshit." You say, rolling your eyes.

"Okay, like bullshit." He clears his throat. "I didn't introduced her to my parents, she showed up one day at my house and I couldn't do anything. The family trip, she find out about the information because she went through my stuffs." He explains.

He was mad this kinda looked like he was then one who did all of that for her. No, she was the one appearing at the places.

"And I couldn't really get her to stay away." He sighs. "I wanted it to be you, I was just to much of a pussy to ever confronted her and tell everyone the truth. And in my mind, it was so smart to keep you both. I love you, I don't love her, she was just someone I couldn't get rid off."

"You?" You ask, laughing a little. "The Kylian Mbappé." You put emphasis on his name. "You couldn't get this girl to stop coming to your private property? Appearing to your private villas or exclusive hotels? You couldn't stop her from going to your house? You couldn't be honest with me when I asked you if you had a girlfriend or someone in your life? That was the night we met. You've been lying to me since then."

"I didn't have her." He defends himself. "She was just a hit and run."

"No, she wasn't." You argue back. "She was someone who you let into your private life, who you let keep coming. You let your parents think she was your girlfriend, you let your brother call her sister in law, you let your friend meet her." You point at every single one that she met. "You took her to your house." You say, eyes shinning from sadness. "I was in a hotel room. Thinking that maybe I wasn't good enough to meet your family and friends. Maybe it was my job, maybe it was my style, maybe it was me."

His stomach turns, he never wanted you to feel that way. But it was his own fault.

"I thought that maybe you just wanted to test what our relationship was about." You say. "You talked to me about having kids, you told me that you wanted our wedding to be in Monaco." You bitterly laugh. "I was dumb enough to believed that you love me."

"No." He says, the stern tone was harsh. "I do, I love you."

"This isn't love, Kylian." You say with a serious expression. "You can try and manipulate all these ideas of you being the victim." You say, catching onto his manipulation. "You can try and say > oh but she was the one who showed up < but that doesn't changed the fact that you let her stayed, you let your family and your friends believe that she was your partner. You let her showed up at family events. Do you even see the common denominator? It's you."

"I'm sorry." He says, head hanging low.

You wait a few seconds, you wanted to gave him the first word in case he wanted to keep explaining the whole situation to you.

"I need to apologize too." You say, trying to not sound so harsh as before.

"You do?" He asks, hoping that maybe this would be his chance.

"Yes." You smile. "I'm sorry I was so naive to think that you were ever going to take me seriously." You began.

He was about to interrupt, but you won't allow it.

"I'm sorry I was the one who allowed you to treat me like a booty call. Like one of your one night stands for so long." You have this cynical smile. "I'm sorry I ever trusted you with blind eyes. That I let you believe your gifts, your expensive shit were a replacenent of your time and caring."

"Y/n, amou-"

"I'm done, Kylian." You say. "I would never trust you again. No matter how much you try, how much you wish things were differently, they aren't. And I can admit my mistakes, Kylian."

"Y/n-"

"But I guess that's the fucking difference between you and me."

"We can make it work, I-" He begs, but you interrupted again.

"I can't believe I actually loved you."

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[planetpedri]

pedri fic where he notices how reader always, and i mean alllllways wants to do stuff that only makes him happy instead of it being the other way around, he decides he wants that to change when he mentions it to her and it’s just superrrr fluff/& comfort and all that. LMK! love ur writing tons💞

You know me — Pedri Gonzalez.

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Fem!Reader

Summary: You do everything to make your boyfriend happy, and he’s determined to return the favor.

Word count: 343

Disclaimer/s: fluff fluff fluffy fluff fluff

A/N: imagine my head hitting a wall rn

You’d made him banana bread. Without him having to ask, without him mentioning it to you, you’d simply made it. He’d had a rough game yesterday, losing while he was captain. He’d taken it to heart, blaming himself. And you just wanted to make him feel better, you always did.

Pedri’s gaze finally looks from the bread to you, his lips pulling into an adoring smile. “You didn’t have to do this, cariño.”

Shrugging, you smile right back. “I wanted to. You deserve it. I even made it with the good healthy stuff, since you still have to watch your diet. I want you to feel better.” You were so caring, too caring.

Pedri felt like it was always you doing things for him. He’d felt like he didn’t do enough for you in return. He needed to change that, he needed to show you the love and care you always showed him.

“You are always doing things for me, but I never do things like this for you. I’m going to change that, I want to do better for you.” Pedri notices the way your face contorts into concern, his eyes widening. “It’s something I want to do!”

“You don’t need to though, you already give me everything a girl could ask for. Nothing has to change, you know this is my love language.” You assure him, walking around the counter to be closer to him.

Your boyfriend pulls you toward him, his hands holding your waist loosely. “I know it is, but I still want to do this. Please, let me do this for you.”

Giving in, you stand on your tip toes, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Okay, okayyy. Just know you don’t have to go all out. I adore the love you already give, and the things you already do for me.”

Pedri grins against your lips, pressing short, simple kisses to them. “I love you.” He mumbles, “and just you wait, i’ll show you just how much.”

You let out a breathy laugh, “i’m counting on it.”

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby @gadriezmannsgirl !

[mymindcreatedthis]

Movie 18+

Reader x Alessia Russo

Warning: Smut, Smut, Smut!

Word count: 3.5k

*Y/n's Pov*

It was the beginning of the season for Arsenal. We were at training. We are on a water break right now, Katie smiles and walks over to me.

"Hey Y/n do you have any plans tonight?" Katie asks.

"No, I'm free tonight. Why?" I replied.

Katie smiles. "Cool I was gonna do a team bonding night at my house."

I smile and nod. "Yeah I'd be down for that."

Katie smiles and nods, Alessia makes her way over. Alessia smiles and rubs my arm with her finger.

"Hey you." Alessia says.

I smile and blush a bit as she traces my arm with her finger. "Hey beautiful." I say.

Alessia smiles at my comment. "Are you going to Katie's tonight?"

"Yeah are you going?" I ask.

Alessia smiles and nods. I've had a crush on Alessia for a long time. I've always found myself staring in her direction all the time at training, watching her bend over to pick up a ball right in front of me. Her perfect shaped ass teasing me, Alessia cutely giggles as she sees me blushing.

Alessia smiles and taps my butt. "Maybe we can spend some time together." She smiles and walks away.

We finish the water break and continue training. After another hour of training, training ends, I grab my things and drive home. It was 4:30 pm, we were supposed to be at Katie's house by 6 pm.

I toss my bag off to the side, I shower and get cleaned up. I make dinner and head to Katie's house, I knock on the door Katie smiles and lets me in. Katie and the girls smile and hug me. I smile and hug them back.

"So we have decided to do a movie night." Katie informs Me.

I nod, we pick out 3 movies to watch. Alessia and I cuddle on one of the couches as the girls cuddle on the other couch and on the floor. I grabbed a blanket as she was complaining about being cold.

Alessia smiled as I covered us with a blanket. "Thanks." She says.

I smile and hold her close to me. Halfway during the second movie Alessia starts to get handsy. I bite my lip as her hand squeezes my inner thigh, Alessia starts kissing my neck.

She raises her hand and teases my bulge over my shorts. "Mm fuck." I quietly moan. I was hard from the friction, it was pretty dark in the room so the girls couldn't see what was going on.

Alessia smirks and goes under the blanket. I bite my lip as I feel her lay between my legs, I blush a bit as I feel Alessia slide my shorts and boxers down my legs my cock springs out once it's freed from its confinement.

I bite my lip as Alessia licks my dick and spits on it. I blush as her spit drips and runs down my length. I bite my lip as Alessia takes my dick in her mouth. Mm fuck her mouth was warm and felt amazing around my cock.

I reach under the blanket and run my fingers through her hair. I quietly moan as Alessia slowly bobs her head. Alessia slightly chokes and gags as my tip hits the back of her throat.

Alessia reaches down and toys with my balls as she bobs her head a bit faster. Fuck it's only been 3 minutes and I'm already close to cumming.

Fuck Lessi really know how to give head. I quietly moan and grip the couch cushion, and rest my legs on her shoulders. I grab her head under the blanket and help her bob her head faster.

After 5 more minutes of an amazing blowjob I feel my balls tighten. My precum leaks inside Lessi's mouth letting her know I was about to bust.

*Throatpie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in Lessi's mouth. I grab hold of Lessi's head and push her head further down my cock as I finish inside her mouth. I bite my lip and quietly moan as I continue to unload my seed in her mouth and down her throat.

Lessi chokes and gags a bit as I cum. Lessi lifts her head up a bit and swallows my load. Lessi licks up every drop of cum and swallows it. Lessi comes back up, she cutely giggles and kisses me.

I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips. Alessia lays on her side, I feel her slide her shorts and panties down a bit. I bite my lip as she slowly strokes my dick. We both quietly moan as Lessi slowly slides my cock inside her.

I bite my lip as her walls immediately clench around me. Fuck she was really tight and wet, I smile and kiss her. She smiles against my lips and kisses back.

Alessia cocks warm me as we cuddle and watch the rest of the second movie and watch the 3rd movie. After 2 hours the movie ends and the credits roll. I didn't wanna pull out, but I had to. I bite my lip as I slowly pull out, Alessia quietly moans as I pull out. We put our shorts and underwear back on.

Some of the girls decide to call it a night and leave. Katie smiles when she sees Alessia and I.

"Hey you two are leaving as well?" Katie asks.

"Alessia is getting pretty tired. She was gonna leave her car here and come back to mine for the night." I say.

Katie nods and smiles. "Okay, yeah that's fine, good night girls." Katie says.

"Good night Katie." We say and leave.

Alessia and I get in my car. Alessia cutely giggles and kisses me, I smile and kiss back. I moan in the kiss as Alessia grabs my dick over my shorts.

"Better drive us back home quickly if you wanna cum." Alessia says.

I blush darkly. "Y-Yes Ma'am."

I back out of Katie's driveway and quickly drive us back to my house going 10 over the speed limit. I moan, Alessia giggles and bites her lip as she continues to grab and tease my bulge over my shorts.

The entire car ride home Alessia strokes my bulge, I could constantly feel myself getting harder and harder. We finally arrive back to my house.

"Get in the house." Alessia growled at me, immediately taking the key out of the car and almost running into the house.

Before reaching the stairs Alessia pushes me into the couch, straddling my lap. "I want to ride you right here." Alessia whispered biting my ear.

"O-O-Ok." I replied immediately taking off my clothes, as Alessia does the same.

There wasn't much talking from Alessia. She knew exactly what she wanted, lining my dick up with her pussy. She pushes the tip in and slowly sinks down on my dick taking my length deep inside her, her ass touching my thighs. We both moan in pleasure as she takes me deep inside her.

"Fuck your so tight." I moaned as I licked Alessia's left boob.

Alessia looked me In the eyes as she began to slowly slide up and down on my dick. Bouncing up and down at a minimal speed, the pleasure I was feeling was unbearable. The way Alessia's pussy perfectly swallowed my dick felt amazing, my balls hitting off her ass.

"Fuck Y/n your massive your dick feels so good." Alessia moaned, gripping my boobs as her moans become louder.

Alessia's movements begin to slow down telling me she was getting closer to cumming. She moved her grip from my tits to the back of the couch as she gripped on for dear life, her knuckles turning white her mouth and open. Her boobs In my face as she rode my dick. My dick going deeper and deeper into Alessia's pussy causing her to scream in pleasure.

"Ooooh fuck Y/n, I'm cumming." Alessia yelled as I felt her juices drip down my dick and onto my balls.

Creampie #1:

Alessia cumming sends me over the edge. Cum shoots out of my dick filling up her enterance filling her up to the brim. We both moan as Alessia slowly slides up and down on my dick helping us ride out our highs collecting the last of my cum in her pussy.

"Fuck Less, I've filled you up to the brim." I giggled wiping the sweat off my forehead.

"Fuck Y/n, you have." She moaned looking at the couch where the cum had dripped out of her and onto the cushion.

I grabbed her by the back of the neck bringing her in for another deep kiss. "Get up stairs." I said with a smile, spanking her ass slightly.

Practically running upstairs to my bedroom I lay Alessia on the bed.

"Need you inside me." Alessia moaned laying on her back laying in Missionary.

"Yes ma'am." I giggled.

I kiss her body until I reach her lips. I tease her entrance with my dick, watching her face scrunch up from pleasure she was beginning to feel my tip hitting her clit constantly.

Alessia looked Into my eyes as she opened her mouth ready to speak. Using this I slammed into her twisting her words into moans. I gripped her hips as I slowly thrust in and out of her, watching the pleasure run through her body.

"F-Faster." Lessi cutely moans.

I moan and thrust in and out of her faster. "Fuck Lessi you're so tight and wet." I moaned moving my right hand to grip her right boob.

Alessia's moans didn't quiet down. In fact they got louder. Her mouth constantly hung open, letting out screams of pleasure. I could feel myself somehow getting harder inside of her as I watched her tits bounce up and down from the force I was thrusting into her. The sound of my balls hitting off her skin was a sound I could never get bored of.

Alessia's pussy swallowed me up perfectly, a perfect fit. Her back began to arch off the bed indicating the pleasure she was feeling getting better and better. The thought of this turning me on more and more, my balls tighten up, my precum leaking inside her letting her know that I was about to bust.

Knowing I was close to cumming I gripped Alessia's right leg lifting it over my shoulder allowing me to go deeper into her pussy instantly making me let out a moan.

"Such a good girl." I whispered as I begin to kiss up and down Alessia's calf.

Sweat forming all over Alessia's body as I continued to fuck her, her moans music to my ears letting me know how much she was enjoying this.

"Fuck Less, I'm gonna cum." I moaned my thrusts getting more and more static from the feeling of nearing my orgasm.

"Cum inside of me baby." Alessia moaned her head turning to the right.

Creampie #2:

Alessia didn't say much, I felt my balms tighten. Exploding inside of her pussy filling up her entrance filling her up to the brim.

"Fuck Less, Fuck." I moaned as cum continues to leak out of my dick and fill her up.

"I feel so full." Alessia moaned

I slowly thrust in and out of her helping us ride out our highs. I slowly pull out of her, drops of cum leaking out of her.

"I've got a lot more where that came from. Now how about you show me how good your mouth is." I giggled as Alessia got onto her stomach, her mouth level with my still raging cock.

Without a world Alessia takes my dick in her mouth, humming at the taste of herself still left behind. Hollowing her cheeks she began to slowly bob her head, she moves her right hand and begins to massage my balls.

I moan and run my fingers through her hair. "Mmm fuck." Alessia hums against my dick and bobs her head faster.

"Ugh fuck Less your mouth is amazing." I moaned as I gripped the back of her head as she continued to suck me off.

The eye contact she was giving me was driving me crazy. The way she continued to bob her head up and down on my length gagging every time as she took the entire length. Her Silvia constantly falling out of her mouth, she's reached up my body taking grip of my left boob as she continued to suck.

I took an even tighter grip of her ponytail making her bob her head up and down faster and faster.

"Fuck Less, I'm gonna cum." I moaned as I felt my legs begin to shake a little.

Alessia looked me straight in the eyes as she began to jerk me off as she continued to suck me off causing me to moan louder and louder.

Throatpie:

I can't take it anymore and bust my load in her mouths Alessia chokes and gags as I cum in her mouth and down her throat. Once the last of my cum is in her mouth and I come down from my high, Alessia takes my dick out of her mouth with a plop.

Alessia opens her mouth revealing a mouth full of cum I left behind. With a gulp she swallows my load with a cheeky smile on her face. I smirk and tap her cheek with my cock, Alessia giggles as I do this.

"You're so fucking hot." I smirk. She giggles and kisses me. I break the kiss and look at her. "Get on all fours." I added with a cheeky smile on my face.

"Fuck Y/n I need you please. Please don't make me wait." Alessia begged as I placed my hands on her hips. Looking at the way she leaned forward into the pillows.

"I won't baby." I say wading no time slamming my cock back inside her cum filled pussy.

The way Alessia moaned I'd never heard her moan as loud as she did as she got used to my length. I continued to thrust in and out of her, hypnotized by the way her ass rippled after every thrust.

"Fuck baby your ass looks incredible." I moaned as I added a spank, making her ass jiggle all the more for my entertainment.

"Such a slut." I moaned as I spanked her ass once again.

Her ass became a light shade of red from the amount of spanks she was receiving but she wanted them more and more, the spanks turning her on.

"Pull my hair baby." Alessia moaned looking back at me over her shoulder.

I smiled as I took grip of her hair immediately as she requested and pull on it lightly making her head look up at the ceiling.

"Fuck your so deep in there baby." She moaned louder than before. 

I couldn't say anything in response from the pleasure I was getting but she was right, I felt so deep inside her. The feeling I had she was so tight around my length, that feeling as well as grilling g her ponytail was incredible.

My thrusts becoming faster and harder. "Need your cum baby, all of it inside me please." Alessia moaned looking back at me.

Creampie #3:

I can't take it anymore, the way Alessia looked back at me locking eyes with me with a sense of desperation. I unloaded inside of her, gripping her ass tightly as I felt myself empty deep inside of her pussy.

"Fuck Less." I moaned as I continued to cum inside her, my thrusts getting slower and slower.

After pulling out, Alessia got up with a giggle and sits on the bed. "Did I feel good?" Alessia laughed at me with a smugish laugh.

"So good, but there's something that would feel a lot better." I said with a grin.

"And what's that?" Alessia asks.

"To fuck your tits." I laughed again.

Alessia didn't say anything as gets on her knees in front of me, spitting between her tits. I watched with my eyes peeled opened as she wraps her tits around my dick.

"Like this?" Alessia questions as she begins to slowly stroke my dick with her tits.

"Perfect." I moaned as I ran my thumb across her cheek.

“Yes baby.” She smiled. “Get on the bed.”

I got in the board sitting up against the headboard. My dick still throbbing and raging, Alessia laid between my legs as she planted a kiss in my tip. She spat on my tip, letting her spit drip down my length before wrapping her tits around my cock. Slowly she began to move up and down her nipples getting noticeably harder.

“Fuck Less, yes just like that.” I moaned as I began to look lay with her right nipple. Alessia began to speed up, pressing her tits tighter and tighter around my cock.

“Fuck Less, please I’m gonna cum buckets if you keep going.” I moaned as I gripped the sheets underneath me.

She didn’t slow down as she kept going faster and faster. She began playing with my balls with her right hand.

“Let it all out.” Alessia giggled from the way she was seeing my facial expressions change.

Somehow I could feel my length getting harder as I become closer to cumming. A feeling I had never once felt before, Alessia spat me once more on my tip and went as fast as she could as she began to moan at the precum leaking out in her tits.

“Less, oh fuck….”

Cumshot:

Cum fired out of my cock going everywhere. All over Lessi’s face, tits and even landing in her mouth. My biggest cumshot yet, she stop tit fucking me and began to lick up all the cum off her face and tits.

“Such a cum slut.” I moaned as I watched her do this.

“Your cum slut.” Alessia giggled as she licked up the remaining cum. “Letting it all out all over me.” Less laughed again as she planted a thank you kiss on my lips.

I smiled and kiss back, looking her in the eyes.

“One more?” I questioned.

“Yes please.” Alessia giggled.

“You see that desk?” I ask. Alessia nods, “bend over the desk baby.” I say with a smirk.

Alessia blushes darkly and nods. She leans forward planting a kiss on my right boob before making her way over to the desk and bending over getting in the position I requested.

“Fuck Less is this all for me?” I giggled as I spank her ass and squeeze it.

“All for you.” Alessia moaned as I spanked her ass, she giggles and wriggles her ass slightly.

I slowly began to tease Alessia’s asshole with my tip, slowly getting her prepared for my length. Placing my left hand on her back I slowly enter her. Her hands gripping the desk wherever possible.

“F-Fuck, Y/n you feel fucking massive in my ass.” She tells in a mix of pleasure and pain.

I speed up my thrusts once again, moving my hand from her back to gripping her blonde ponytail Pulling it to allow me to go a bit deeper inside her.

“This is fucking amazing, you feel amazing.” I say softly as I use my spare hand to grab Less’s ass.

The view of Less fidgeting from the pleasure, trying to grip any part of the desk she could as I continued to fuck her making me go even faster turning me on all the more. Watching as her ass rippled after every thrust. Her fat ass bouncing repeatedly off my thighs was a view I’d dreamed of seeing.

I move my hands and grip her hips tightly allowing me to pull her closer to me, Allowing me to go deeper inside of her.

“Babe I feel like I’m gonna explode already.” I moaned as my thrusts become slower.

“Fill up my ass. I want you to fill it to the brim.” Alessia moaned, sweat dripping down her back.

5 minutes passed, the only noises filling the room was our continuous moans as I slowly began to reach my high. I feel the sudden urge building up as I continue to fuck her ass.

“It’s coming Less, fuck it’s coming.” I moaned as I started to thrust in and out of her a bit faster.

Creampie #4:

“Oooh Fuck.” I moan as I feel myself let go in her asshole filling up her ass. “Fuck Less.” I say spanking her ass again. “You’re full.” I giggled.

“Fuck, I feel so full.” Alessia moaned as she got up off the desk cum slowly dripping out of her.

“Such a dirty slut.” I moaned brining her into a lovingly kiss.

This kiss lasted the longest as we looked in each other’s eyes before leaning forward once again.

“I was thinking Less.” I say.

“Yeah?” Less asks.

“I’m in love with you Alessia Russo… will you be my girlfriend?” I asked nervously.

“Yes.” Alessia smiles. “A thousand times yes.” She squealed as she planted her lips roughly on mine once again.

[yasermohammad]

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[semifinaldraw]

i carry your image always in my head folded and yellowed and torn at the edge

[scavengedluxury]

Watching Ferencváros from trees, 1939. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.

[dorabellingham]

Birthday boys

warning: none

characters: jude x mom!reader

summary: when Jude and your baby boy are having a birthday

may contain spelling and translation errors!

The sun had just begun to light up Birmingham when little Benjamin jumped out of bed, his eyes wide with excitement. He already knew that today was a special day —it wasn’t just his birthday, but daddy’s too! He could barely contain his excitement as he prepared to celebrate the big day.

You were already used to Benji’s morning enthusiasm, but today he seemed to be on a whole new level. Even before seven in the morning, the little boy was already in his parents’ room, shaking up the house.

—Daddy, mommy, wake up!

The baby said, jumping on the bed next to you.

Jude, with a sleepy smile, slowly opened his eyes and pulled his son closer, wrapping him in a hug.

—Hey, birthday boy! Good morning! —He said, his voice hoarse with sleep.— How old are you today, huh?

—Two!

Little Bellingham exclaimed, raising two little fingers proudly in the air.

You laughed as you stroked your son's soft curls.

—And how old is daddy today, Ben?

Benji frowned, trying to remember, before speaking excitedly:

—Twenty-one!

—That's right! —Jude replied with a laugh, feigning surprise. —You have a good memory, baby.

The truth was that this day had not been a coincidence. Jude had always dreamed of sharing his birthday with his son. When Benji was about to be born, Jude managed —thanks to a team of doctors and a little bit of luck — to "negotiate" the birth so that it would be on the same day as his birthday. One of those things that only stubborn dad can do.

The shared birthday had become an annual event full of meaning. It was a moment that symbolized the special bond between father and son, and you were always delighted to see the joy in their eyes each year that passed.

—Today is going to be an incredible day! —you said, excited. —We have so many surprises for you two...

Benji could barely contain his curiosity, while Jude, pretending not to know anything, raised an eyebrow with a curious smile.

—Surprises? What are you up to, huh, Y/n?

You shrugged, looking mischievous.

—You'll see.

——

Later that morning, after a lively breakfast —with Benji insisting on eating pancakes with "lots, lots" of fruit and syrup—, you started preparing things for the birthday party.

There were balloons scattered around the house, all in shades of yellow and white, and a table full of sweets and savory snacks. In the center of the table, two cakes: a large one, covered in the colors of England for Jude, and a smaller cake, with drawings of dinosaurs, everything Benjamin loved.

—Look at that! —He pointed to the cakes as he helped put up the decorations. —Who made these amazing cakes?

—Mommy!

The little boy replied, still with a bit of pancake syrup on his chin.

You laughed.

—Well, I helped choose the theme, but we have to thank grandma Adèle for the cake, and grandma Denise for the decorations!

The guests started arriving late in the morning. The house was full of family and friends. Your parents, came from Manchester for the occasion, as did Keegan, your younger brother, who brought gifts and a lot of energy, especially to entertain his nephew.

—Happy birthday, champ!

Keegan said, lifting Benji in the air and spinning him around while the boy laughed out loud.

Jobe, Jude's younger brother, also arrived excited, bringing gifts and greeting everyone with a warm hug.

—Looks like the party's already started, huh? —Jobe said in his thick English accent, handing Jude a large, wrapped box. —I just hope you're not too old to enjoy it, Jude.

Jude laughed, hugging his brother.

—I still have energy, don't worry.

While everyone was busy with the party preparations, father and son disappeared for a moment, going to the backyard. Jude had promised his baby something special for that birthday: a little soccer match between the two of them. Benjamin already had his own Real Madrid kit, a miniature version of his father's uniform, and was more than ready to play.

—Go, Ben! Show daddy how you kick!

Jude encouraged his baby.

He kicked the ball hard, determined, despite his short steps. The ball rolled a few meters and Jude made a big show of pretending it had been an unbeatable kick. He threw himself to the ground dramatically, as if he had been defeated by a great kick.

—Bellingham’s goal!!!!

The boy shouted, laughing as he got up and ran to Benji, lifting him in the air as if he had just scored the most important goal in the world.

The scene made you smile from the balcony, watching the two play. For you, these moments were the most precious —seeing Jude and Benjamin together, making memories that would last forever.

After the little soccer game, everyone went back inside, where the party was already in full swing. The boys were the center of attention, with everyone taking pictures and singing happy birthday.

—Time to open the presents!

Someone shouted, and Benji ran to the pile of colorful packages.

Your husband, smiling, approached you, wrapping you in a hug from behind as you watched your son tear through the wrapping paper with excitement.

—You did everything perfectly, babe.

He whispered in your ear.

You smiled, leaning back against his chest.

—I just wanted you two to have the best birthday possible.

—Mission accomplished.

He kissed the top of your head.

As the afternoon wore on, the house grew more and more lively. Benjamin ran around with his new toys, while Jude spent time chatting with friends and family. The atmosphere was one of pure happiness, a simple party, but full of love.

At the end of the day, when night fell and the guests began to say goodbye, you finally had a moment to rest. Sitting on the couch, with your son asleep between you, wrapped in blankets after a day full of emotions, you looked at each other with satisfied smiles.

—It was quite a day.

Jude commented, looking at your sleeping son.

—Yes, it was. —You replied, holding his big hand. —And I couldn’t be happier to share this day with you two.

Jude looked at you, his eyes shining with gratitude.

—You’re amazing, Y/n. Thank you for everything.

You smiled, caressing his hand.

—Always, Jude. Always.

[tracksuitlesbian]

She's so sick of it 😭😭

[georgeclarkewifey]

Hey can I do a request about ChrisMD please?

With the prompt ¹¹⁵⁾ “you’re drunk, honey.”

why of course you can :)

ChrisMD x female!reader

pure drunk Chris fluff enjoy x

Chris was clingy when he was drunk. Like, insanely clingy. He’d always insist that he wasn’t, drunk or clingy for that matter, but when you’d point out the fact that he was currently cuddling you upside down on the sofa whilst being force fed sips of water.

For you, it was a quiet Saturday night, staying in to work on your Master’s thesis. My clever girl, Chris would always say, encircling you in his arms as he hugs you from behind, resting his chin on the top of your head, his eyes trying to make sense of the paragraphs and paragraphs of words that you had carefully crafted. You’d smile, glancing up at him, reminding him that you hadn’t graduated yet. He’d roll his eyes, kiss the top of your head, and murmur, of course you’re going to graduate you idiot.

Though, for Chris, it was another interesting night out with George and the two Arthur’s.

“Baby…” he coos, comically creeping into the apartment. You chuckle softly, pushing yourself off of the couch, your work long abandoned for the night, swapping it for a warm fuzzy blanket and your favourite autumnal movie.

“Evening darling.” You murmur, chuckling to yourself as Chris wraps his arms around you, pulling you tightly against his chest. You can’t help but smile at the rumble of contentment that erupted from him as he gently swung you from side to side. The gentle scratch of his beard tickled your temple as he lovingly nuzzled his head against yours. As much as that man acted like a golden retriever, damn did he act like a cat sometimes.

“You…me…the bedroom…” Chris mumbles, grabbing your hands gently to lead you across your flat. You giggle, shaking your head softly. “You’re drunk, honey.” You murmur, pressing a tender kiss to his nose.

“You missed-“ He whines, pouting softly as you allow him to lead you into the bedroom. “And you need to sleep.” You say quietly, helping pull his shirt off over his head. Disappearing into the bathroom to wash your face, Chris whines and materialises behind you, his hands slowly snaking from your waist to pull you tightly against his chest, his head resting on your shoulder.

“You okay baby?”

Chris nods sleepily, pressing gentle kisses along your jawline and cheekbone. “I love you.” He mumbles, his hands caressing lazy circles on your stomach.

“I love you too honey.” You reply, you hand going up to cup his jaw, letting your hand run over the stubble of his beard, your thumb gently brushing his cheekbone.

Chris eventually manages to pull you back into the bedroom, drunkenly grinning at you, his visor still tainted with the rose tinted drunk glasses. He stands at the foot of your bed, chuckling to himself as he watches you curl up in the warm sheets. “You comfy doll?”

You nod, letting the sheets pool around you as he climbs onto the bed, slowly crawling towards you. You grin, taking his head in your hands as you kiss him gently, allowing him to pull your body flush to his, the warmth of his chest seeping through your thin pyjamas.

“Love you so much…” He mumbles softly, groaning as your hands thread through his hair, playing and toying with the curls.

“Love you more.” You hum quietly, pressing a kiss to Chris’ forehead.

“My clever girl.” He murmurs, pulling you closer under the covers. His hands settled on your back, tracing patterns in the silk of your vest top. You smile softly, nuzzling into him as you both slip into sleep.

[purinfelix]

him looking around immediately after getting it … someone praise the baby please 😭😭😭 he needs it 😭😭😭

[divingsave]

he's so babygirl