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[damiansgoodgirll]

Jude being clingy and wanting reader to hold him

jude bellingham x reader

clingy

“jude please…i gotta do a lot of things today” you said trying to stand up from the bed but jude’s hands wouldn’t leave your body.

“no…” he mumbled into your neck.

“jude…” you almost begged him.

“five more minutes please…then i’ll let you go” he whispered half asleep and you knew you couldn’t say no to that.

“okay…just five more minutes…” and of course, five more minutes turned into an hour as you fell asleep once again. you almost ended up sleeping all morning and when you woke up again you almost had a heart attack seeing how late it was.

you violently moved jude’s body away from yours and you stood up.

you heard jude groaning but you didn’t care.

the house was a mess as you and jude just came back from a weekend in greece and you left your suitcases all over the living room. you needed to buy some food because you had only a few things left, you needed to go to the post office to send a few packages and you needed to clean the house a little and of course, waking up almost at lunch time didn’t make it easy for you to do all of that.

“come back to bed…” jude slightly opened his eyes when he heard noises coming from the bathroom.

“nope! now you get up and you help me with the house…first of all take your luggage away from the living room cause i have to wash the floor” you said exiting the bathroom.

“later…i’m tired…and you should come back to bed with me, i wanna cuddle” he gave you his puppy look and you almost came back to bed, almost.

jude got up too when he saw you leaving the bedroom and he followed you like a puppy. he moved his luggage back to the bedroom but he stayed with you the whole time you cleaned the floor, he watched every movement you made.

he watched as you unpacked your clothes and put them in the washing machine. he didn’t leave your side when you were cooking lunch for the two of you and he even helped you setting the table.

but once he was done, his hands came back to your waist as he laid his head in the crook of your neck.

“jude…”

“you smell good” he said leaving a soft kiss to your neck.

“nah…it’s probably the food” you joked.

you both ate together but the moment you stood up to clean the dishes, jude did it first and ran to the sink.

“you know it’s not a challenge right…” you teased him.

“i know but when the dishes are done we can cuddle on the couch so i want to do them quickly…” he said giving you the puppy eyes once again.

“we have to go buy some food at the market” you told him but he said no.

“we can go tomorrow and take out tonight…please” he begged you.

so when the dishes were done, jude practically grabbed and threw you on the couch.

“hold me please…” he whispered as he laid his head over your stomach. it wasn’t really often that jude would be clingy like that but everything he searched for your warmth you couldn’t help but melt.

[applejuicefruit]

can you write for kylian where he’s dating reader and she’s very clingy and touchy because she loves physical affection but one day they are out and he’s avoiding holding her hand and she gets very hurt please?

kylian mbappe x reader

Clingy

Physical touch was your love sign.

It was your best way to show someone you care for them, that you love them. And Kylian knew it exactly. So it hurt you when this morning you were out with your, mostly his, friends and teammates and he treated you like you weren’t even there.

You were used to hold hands in public, or, have his arm wrapped around your shoulders in a protective way so you where kinda shocked that the moment you saw Sergio and Neymar waving at the both of you, he let your hand and when you tried to hold it back he shoved you away.

You were all sat at the table of a nice coffee shop in Paris, you facing Sergio and Kylian sat next to you when he began talking with Neymar and ignoring you like you weren’t even there.

You pretended everything was fine so you cracked a laugh from time to time when Neymar made some jokes but you were fighting back your tears. You began sipping your tea in a way to distract yourself when Neymar said something you wished you didn’t hear. You were sure he didn’t mean it like that but still, you found yourself back in his words and it hurt you hearing Kylian agreeing with him.

“She was too clingy man” Neymar said to Kylian, referring to the girl he had recently broke up with “she was nice and all but please, let me breathe, she was on me all day, always wanting to hold hands…when we were at home together she was on me all day, always wanting to cuddle or hold each others…give me a break, I hate people these clingy” he joked.

“Yeah me too” Kylian said laughing too.

You felt a hole in your chest.

Kylian hated you? You didn’t understand.

He never said anything. No. Most of the times he was the big spoon, always wanting to hold you in his arms or kiss you. So why was he saying that?

Sergio gave you a concerning look, asking you if you were okay but you simply nodded.

You knew that if you talked you would burst out crying and you didn’t want to that, you didn’t want to look weak in front of your friends. And in front of Kylian. In two years of relationship he never saw you cry once. You always talked if there was something off or wrong so you never felt the need to cry because he was there right before something might happened. But this whole new behaviour was scaring you.

It’s been an hour and after that you all decided to go back home. Mostly because Sergio wanted to spend some time with his family and Neymar wanted to see his son too so you waved each others goodbye and left.

Kylian tried to talk to you during your walk back home but you ignored him. Your throat was still hurting you for all the tears you were keeping.

“Mon amour what do you want to eat?” Kylian asked you once you got back home.

“You pick…” you simply said.

“My love are you okay?” he asked a bit worried.

“Mh-mh” you replied back and went straight to sit on the couch. Kylian followed you and sat next to you, wanting to feel you close he grabbed your hands but you shoved him away.

“Babe you’re clearly mad at me, can you tell me what’s going on?” he asked you.

“I thought you hated clingy people” you remarked his own words.

“What? No…I never said that” he said.

“Earlier…with Neymar, you were talking how much you hated clingy girlfriends…I didn’t know I was too clingy but I won’t invade your personal space anymore and I’ll keep my distance” you said, your voice cracking a bit.

“No no no baby…listen to me” he kneeled in front of you “I didn’t mean anything I said…” he tried to explain himself.

“So why did you say it?” you asked him with a sarcastic tone.

“I didn’t mean that I swear baby…I just…Neymar broke up with his girlfriend just last week and I didn’t want him to put himself down more if he saw us together always holding hands or kissing…I wanted to show him some compassion you know?” he said back.

“No I don’t know…but I wished you talked to me instead of ignoring me for the whole morning…” you let a few tears fall but you were quick to wipe them away. You didn’t want to break in front of him.

“No baby don’t cry please…it hurts me knowing you’re crying because of me…” Kylian was quick to hug you and found yourself once again in the comfort of his arms.

“I wished you talked to me…you ignored me the whole morning and it kinda sucked” you confess him with a low voice, almost a whisper.

“I know baby I’m so sorry…it won’t happen I swear…I missed holding your hands today” he said kissing your cheek trying to wipe more tears away. You giggled at the contact of his lips on your cheeks and he was happy he was able to make you smile again.

“I think Ramos is gonna kill you tomorrow” you joked “he saw how you were ignoring me and he didn’t like it”.

“Yup. He’s gonna kill me” he agreed with you and you both started laughing. Kylian wrapped his arms around you and helped you sat in his lap while he ordered something to eat.

The day later at practice Ramos did really kill Kylian, telling him how much he didn’t like his behaviour towards you and that he had to treat you better. Of course you agreed with Sergio.

[smutty-books]

Look at him!!!! Look at Haillie!!!! They are both so cute with their feet up on the railing like that. She’s copying her dad which is totally adorbs . Also, interesting that Stevie is up higher, so is not as likely to be photographed. Mr. Porter, Em, Hailie and her fiancée are in the limelight already whereas Stevie not so much so it makes sense that they would be more shielded and in the background, protected. The whole scene is laid back, relaxed, comfortable.

[footballdesires]

speaking german, goretzka

pairing: leon goretzka / she, her info: leon's girlfriend wants to learn a couple of german words, but it's easier said than done. a/n: i'm german and idk but i really hate writing in german haha requests are always open!

translations:

“und nächstes mal lernen wir dann eine paar begriffe um mich beim nächsten spiel anzufeuern.” (and next time, we will learn a couple of words for you to cheer for me at my next game.)

"ich liebe dich." (i love you.) "schönen guten tag." (a very nice form of hello, or good day)

_

leon ran his long fingers through the mess of brown curls, scraping the over the scalp to calm down the frustration. for merely three hours, he sat in the same spot in one of munich’s many starbucks, with a dictionary on the small table in front of him. on the opposite side sat his girlfriend, the woman he met while being on vacation in portugal, and bringing her straight to germany with him. 

even after she decided to leave the life behind in her home country and lived with leon for more than half a year, she still had trouble to pronounce the easiest words in his mother tongue. cursing in portuguese, and holding a conversation in english were the ways out of embarrassment. but she faced trouble when one didn’t understand any other language than german. 

“it’s not that hard.” leon commented, when her gaze drifted over the words written down on the sheet of paper in front of her. she could have visited a state-certified translator and ask for help to become a master in speaking german. instead, leon sacrificed his free minutes between standing on the pitch to receive three points and exhausting training session to stay physically fit, to teach her a couple of sentences. 

“that’s what i say about my mother tongue, and you still cursed while learning the first word.” she looked up, through the thick black lashes that framed the fiery, almond-shaped eyes. one thing, leon goretzka loved most about the portuguese was the fact that whenever he opened his mouth to sarcastically comment on a situation, she already had a comeback prepared. 

shaking the head from left to right, a chuckle rolled off the tongue as he placed the elbows on the circular, wooden table between them. leaning further forward, the long fingers grabbed the small package of sugar, ripping it open quickly and pouring the white, small crystals into the freshly brewed cup of coffee in front of the female. after spending the hours of the day together, and cuddled up throughout the nights, the football player learned and remembered the smallest things about the female. for example, how she loved her coffee. 

“tschönen guhten tage.” she quietly repeated for the millionth time this day, almost throwing herself back against the comfortable, black lounger when she realized how different it sounded from the times leon spoke the three words. she crossed the arms over the chest, with the shoulders slumped. the material of the table and the small crystals of sugar which landed beside the plate underneath the cup captured the attention of the portuguese. 

her mind flashed through disparate images, the rolling, brown eyes of the male opposite of the table, wanting to run away from the scene or the closing lids as he slowly started to drift away into a slumber. leon tried his best to hide the constant exhaustion, but she stared straight through the unfazed masquerade.

“let’s try something else.” calloused fingertips tapped against the structure of the wooden table, desiring to receive the undivided attention of the female on him. tilting the head upwards, the bottom lip was pushed forward and the corners of the mouth dropped in a frown. she was disappointed in herself. “ich liebe dich, is the exact translation of i love you. it doesn’t matter how long you pull the letters or if you throw in another. in the end, it should sound the exact same.”

beaming with new-found confidence, she nodded the head repeatedly. “can you say it again, slowly?” the corners of the mouth lifted in a smile, and leon’s mouth mirrored the action. three words caused the female to forget about the frustration. “ich. liebe. dich.” he punctuated the words, slowly pulling the letters longer than needed to assure the precise communication between them. 

“isch liebe disch.” she repeated the syllables, clapping the hands together when she realized that the sentence sounded close to what leon taught her. “that wasn’t too hard.” she admitted with a wide smile. taking the silver spoon between the delicate fingers, she stirred the coffee and placed it back on the small plate underneath the cup. looking up from the brown liquid, she raised the eyebrows when the wide smile on leon’s bearded face caught her attention.

“right.” he agreed with her, folding the fleshy fingers in front of his face, and placing the chin on the digits. “und nächstes mal lernen wir dann eine paar begriffe um mich beim nächsten spiel anzufeuern.” the german words floated out of his mouth as if he spilled the hot coffee straight on the table. eyes widened, and eyebrows arched highly, she opened the mouth to answer but didn’t understand a word.

the expression on her face, and the mouth ajar, caused leon to chuckle into the intertwined fingers.

“what?”

[codedsoul]

[scorethelastgoal]

the first star ☆

[small-basic-programming]

Drawing And Lettering A Football Pitch ...

The source code of my challenge, part 1 ...

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The source code of my challenge, part 2 ...

Post #210: Free Exercise, Drawing And Lettering A Football Pitch, The use of lines, rectangels, circles, font name, font size, font color, penwidth, brushcolor, 2024.

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[ayra-redwood]

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[damiansgoodgirll]

dad!jude bellingham when his daughter doesn‘t let him go and cry everytime he doenst hold her.

jude bellingham x reader

Daddy’s little girl

your daughter was jude’s twin.

not only she had his eyes but she had his same attitude.

they were practically inseparable. from the day she was born jude felt super overprotective over her, she was his little bundle of joy and he would do anything to protect her.

but due to his work, many nights he couldn’t be home to hold her and she missed those moments so much. she wanted to have daddy to read her a story before bed and she wanted to have him close to her until she fell asleep.

“you should probably go and see her” you said smiling to jude the moment he got home from practice “she couldn’t stop talking about you…she missed you a lot”

“and you? did you miss me?” he joked qbout it, wrapping his hands around your waist and leaving soft kisses on your neck.

“i did miss you…a lot” you turned around to look him in the eyes.

before you could initiate something very inappropriate your daughter came running -and most of the time stumbling on the floor - when she heard jude’s voice.

“daddy!” she screamed.

“hey princess” he knelt down to pick her up “i missed you a lot baby girl” he kissed her cheek.

“missed you…” she whispered into his neck “ i don’t like when you’re away…”

“i know baby…but it’s my job”

“well…then i don’t like your job” she fiercely said.

that made you laugh, especially after seeing jude’s look who pretended to be offended.

“no no princess, my job is the best one in the world…you’ll get it when you’ll grow up…” he whispered to her with a smirk on his face.

“can you take me to bed?” she asked him as if it was something that needed to be asked to. it was a routine ; jude came back from practice, he would take your daughter to bed, he would take a walk a quick shower and then he would have dinner with you and spend the rest of the night between your arms - or between your legs, it depended on which mood he was that day.

“alright…let’s go to bed princess” he said carrying her to the bedroom.

once she was fully tucked in, with her comfortable blankets and all of her plushies around her he would lay next to her and he would start reading some stories.

sometimes he would read some of her books, sometimes he would talk to her about his days or about the games he had that day.

but tonight something was wrong and he could feel it from the way she wasn’t focused on anything he was saying.

“hey baby girl is everything okay?” he asked her.

“i missed you…” she said almost in a whisper. he could tell she was going to cry so he immediately held her.

“i know baby…i missed you too princess, i missed you more than mommy…” he joked and she laughed a bit “i know that my work takes most of my time but i promise you that even when i’m not here, you’re always the first one in my thoughts…i love you so much baby girl” he kissed her forehead.

“i love you too daddy…” she yawned.

“now, it’s time for you to sleep babygirl…”

“can you stay here?” she asked.

“of course, i’m not leaving” he smiled to her and she curled up next to him as his finger when immediately into her hair.

once she fell asleep he silently walked out from her bedroom only to find you next to your daughter’s bedroom.

“you missed her more than mommy uh?” you said smirking and leaving to your shared bedroom “if you’ll be here in five seconds i’ll make you change your mind” you joked again but immediately laughed when you saw jude running towards the bedroom.

he was such a child sometimes and you couldn’t want it in any other way.

[applejuicefruit]

erling Haaland just loves the readers boobs, always wants to sleep on them, suck them, motor boat, titty fuck

Me, as a person with big 🍒 I say yes to this!

tw : smut, you must be 18+ to read this!

Erling Haaland x reader

Cherries

Growing up you always felt insecure about your body. You’ve always seen petite girls with small boobs and a flat chest and you were so jealous you couldn’t have that. You were too young to understand but boys used to call you a whore just because you had more boobs than your friends. They used to make not so funny jokes that always made you uncomfortable and self conscious about your look.

But when you met Erling everything changed. He was so in love with you, all of you. Your mind, your personality, your kindness, your energy, your look, your body, your eyes, your boobs. Especially your boobs.

He always told you how much he loved your chest, his personal cherries as he would say. He helped you gaining your confidence back, especially when you were naked, knowing that having big natural boobs meant also that they were heavy and they weren’t stuck in position as they were supposed to and you always felt so insecure about that. But he simply loves them.

He taught you so many things. About your breast. Taught you how to valorise them when you dress, taught you how to take care of them when you were on your period, taught you how you could pleasure him using only your boobs and how he could pleasure you with just his hands on them.

One night after training he couldn’t wait to go back home and spend all evening with his head on your chest.

“Hello my love” he said once he opened the door.

“Hi baby” you said from the couch. You were currently wrapped up in a fluffy blanket and you were watching some crime documentary on netflix.

He sat next to you in just two seconds.

You already knew what he wanted but you loved teasing him a bit so you pretended to be clueless and continued watching the documentary.

After a few minutes he became more insufferable and all he wanted to do was having his face on your boobs.

“Babe…” he called you and you looked from the TV to him.

“What?” you asked him.

“You know what…please” he begged and you loved hearing him beg.

“You have to speak up baby…I can’t read minds” you joked a bit and that only irritated him more.

“Please…” he said turning off the documentary you were watching and throwing the remote on the other side of the room. His hands grabbed your hips and helped you laying down on the couch, in a more comfortable position.

He removed your t-shirt and bra in just two seconds and his huge hands went straight touching your boobs. You left a soft whisper, sign you were getting slight turned on.

“How I missed my cherries. My babies” he said while his hands continued massaging your breast, his fingers slowly touching your nipples just to tease you more.

He took his time, watching how your face was contoured by pleasure. Your eyes closed and your lips between your teeth.

He took your left nipple in his mouth, gently sucking and biting it. Your soft moans became a bit more louder.

After a minute he switched nipple, doing the same to your right one.

“Please baby…” you moaned.

“What?” he teased you and he knew how much you hated when he did it but he just couldn’t help it.

“Touch me…there” you told him and he smirked at you. Removing your leggings and underwear in just one swift move, his fingers brushed gently over your clit but you were already so sensitive that you couldn’t contain your moans.

His middle finger pressed gently against your clit while his lips were back on your boobs, biting, leaving marks and sucking every inch of skin he could find.

It didn’t took you too long for you to cum with a silent scream, tears on the corner of your eyes from the over sensitive pleasure and Erling who wouldn’t leave your nipples.

“Baby…too much” you told him and he looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Another one?” he asked you but you had no energy for an other orgasm.

“Tomorrow…I promise you…I’m too sensitive now…” you said softly and he gave you a reassuring smile.

“Okay baby let me help you…” he said while standing up and getting a warm washcloth from the bathroom and one of his hoodies that you loved.

He cleaned you and out some cream on your breast, admiring his work of art, your skin turning slightly purple, his teeth still present on your flesh and your nipples becoming more sensitive and red from every touch.

Once he was done he put his hoodie on you and let you rest on his chest.

It was his time to help you relax now.

He put a blanket around your bodies and, while he turned on the TV again you dozed off to sleep. He smiled looking at you thinking about how much lucky he had been for finding someone like you.

[smutty-books]

Em talking to Stevie!!!!!!!! How cute!!!!! Looks like he’s explaining something about the game to her. I love all the photos we are getting of him lately. So good to see him relaxed and out with his family!!!!!!! I love everything about this picture!!!!!!!! I love the interaction, I love how snuggly and comfortable and relaxed he looks. So wonderful!!!!!!

[footballdesires]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗵, 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘇𝗸𝗮

𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐳𝐤𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 pairing: leon goretzka, she/her info: implied smut, european championship 20/21 author: kind of got the idea after last night sooo, i didn't want to stab around in those new wounds, so something similiar with the european championship requests: always open!

the door slammed shut, revealing the return of an obviously frustrated and disappointed german national player, who wanted to prove more than an exact resemblance to the former championship. instead, the team forced themselves to reach a high score but the communication was low across the field. it worked with the strikers, but the defensive suffered. 

throwing the black bag into one of the corners of the hotel room, leon despised the early return to germany after such a devastating loss. yes, the entire situation against england was really messed up, it wasn’t necessary and the team put themselves in such a difficult position. but leon always fought against sudden anger issues when something worked against the will of the very stubborn player with a high ambition. 

brushing the damp strands over the collarbone, she wrapped the soft cotton towel tighter around her wet figure and opened the bathroom door. her current job didn’t allow her to be with leon until the last game almost ended. she prayed for them, she hoped for them but mostly, she believed in her boyfriend to reach the quarterfinals. 

she witnessed the devastating loss through the television in their hotel room. with tears dwelled in her eyes to see her boyfriend suffer, she watched the breakdowns of the young players on the german team. males, who fought but didn’t get a chance. unlucky.

“leon?” she peaked around the corner, attempting to find out the whereabouts of her boyfriend. sprawled out on the king sized bed, the back of the hands placed over the eyes and still dressed in the black combination of jogging trousers and shirt with the german national team initials all across. a hand sprawled over the hem of the towel where it was kept close, she stepped towards the end of the bed, staring silently at the fuming boyfriend. after the years together, she knew better than to interrupt the moment of silence with unnecessary conversations. 

trapped in a world of rage and anger about the early elimination, leon leaned against the headboard with his back, the lids closed to find a split second of calmness. in this state, he looked peacefully but she remembered those exact situations, she knew the chaos of emotions that bubbled in the pit of his stomach. and instead of moving, she stood there and waited for leon to move, gesture or say anything. 

but the talented football player still surprised her with the quick movements. leaning forward as far as possible and taking the small hand of hers in his large, sweaty palm. the blood boiled with anger, she could feel it on his skin. pulling the slightly dressed female towards him, she landed on top of leon. before she had the chance to seat herself up properly, she was trapped underneath the tall figure of her boyfriend. leaned on the underarms, one on each side of her face, he stared at her without a word.

damp strands sprawled out on the white pillowcase, the eyebrows raised, she waited once again. leon tilted his head down, the chewed-up lips brushed over the soft mouth of hers but he didn’t greet her, he didn’t kiss her. slowly, his hand traveled over the smooth skin of her upper arm towards the waist, where the cotton towel already ride up without any help. the left corner of his mouth shortly lifted itself, revealing a small smile about the situation but it disappeared quickly again. back to the emotionless, angered expression and the furrowed eyebrows which created long wrinkles on the forehead of the attractive male. 

“good, you arrived early enough to help me release this undeniable anger.” he muttered, crashing his lips on her eagerly.

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