#jude bellingham x gn!reader

[blueaetherr]

can you write something like this https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFDdKWHW/ with jude?

thank youu 💕

why wouldn't i?

pairing: jude bellingham x gn!reader [they/them]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where they pull the salt prank on jude

author's note: i would highly suggest watching the tik tok above, kinda(ish) gives context to the direction i took with this fic. enjoy, anon!

If there was one thing to learn about Jude, it was that he was kind, specifically a kind soul. He was careless yet careful and delicate. That, and everything else, was what many others loved about him; that was all that he was. On his good days, on his bad days, on those days where he wasn't provoked by any particular mood, he always came through to be kind—a gem—or simply, someone you wanted to be around if you weren't already.

It wasn't an aim, and it wasn't something that he tried to achieve or reach. That was just Jude, simply put; being kind—someone who would offer you a smile as he passed you, someone who would put others' needs before his own, someone whose hugs were calming and whole—was innate, uniquely something of Jude.

And this, by Jude, was projected to everyone around him. To his family, his friends, his partner, Y/N. From offering a hand when they reached the final step of the stairs to those compliments galore, and his ability to prioritise their peace of mind. His kindness, his pure heart, his personality, it could all stretch beyond wonders to reach Y/N.

But sometimes, or maybe more times than enough, did it go a bit too far or not far enough. For the soft soul he had, his kindness to his Y/N blinded him from potentially saying what needed to be said.

Y/N was setting up their phone when they heard the front door open. "Honey, I'm home!" Y/N laughed at the greeting, one that always remained sweet and adoring in their eyes. It also made them feel bad for the joke they were going to pull on Jude.

"I'm in here!" They called out, covering the spoon of salt with the pasta sauce.

Soon in came Jude, quickly coming by his partner's side and placing on kiss on the side of their head. Pulling away, he soon took notice of all the food in motion. "Oh my, God. You're making my favourite?" His face was beaming beyond one's usual timid happiness. He loved their cooking. It wasn't anything too simple or grand yet in his eyes, everything they made was some culinary excellence, tasting homemade. He couldn't deny any of their meals if he tried. And even if the meals were all too simple, he would remain believing that they were all too amazing.

"Thought you'd like some after training." Y/N shrugged with a small tug on their lips. Appearing somewhat nonchalant was the aim.

"You're amazing for this," he kissed their cheek once and then again, the second one lingering for a moment or two. "Thank you, love."

"It's just a little something. Speaking of," they mentioned as Jude wandered away to get a drink. Motioning to the pasta, they asked, "can you try this for me? I don't know if I put enough salt in it."

He nodded after closing the fridge and taking a drink of water. "Yeah, sure." Jude was always one to volunteer to do taste tests for Y/N before the meal was ready, wanting to make sure everything was all good for everyone else to eat.

"A'ight but careful," they warned as they held out the spoon with the pasta sauce on it. "It might be a bit hot." Chuckling softly as Jude blow on the spoon, they fed him the sauce.

Taking in a small breath, ready to sigh in relief and pure satisfaction, Jude's face quickly contorted. Initially, his facial expression expressed happiness that was wide and modest. But after the sauce rested in his mouth for far longer than it needed to, his face slowly deteriorated as it dropped a bit. He covered his mouth with his fist as he cleared his throat, patting his chest. And yet on his face still remained a smile, one that appeared to be struggling and hurting. But a smile nonetheless; that was his intent anyways.

"So what do you think? Too little, too much?" Besides his facial expressions, they already knew that he wasn't feeling the food, not one bit. There was no oh that's really, really good! What did you put in it this time? There was also no I think I need to try it again just to make sure. His face remained so discombobulated and stressed that they had to contain themself from ruining the fun they were having.

Despite clearly not liking the sauce, despite the awful aftertaste left in his mouth, with his smile—gorgeous and kindly divine—he nodded and spoke, quicker than intended, "Yeah, yeah. It's all good."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, totally. Why wouldn't I?" Jude nodded, and this time with more conviction. If he was able to convince his partner to settle with his opinion, maybe he could then believe his own words. "It's great, like, really good. I mean—" He took another long sip of water; the aftertaste was far too strong and awful. "—maybe I would put a bit less salt in it. But other than that," he shrugged as his smile returned to his features. That struggle and hurt from before had faded for the most part. "it was great, loved it, really."

"And you're sure about that?"

Jude noticed a smirk slowly settling across their lips, making his smile falter a bit. "Of course! Why wouldn't I—" His mouth fell open when he noticed the phone hidden by the knife rack. "No way! Why though?" He complained as he playfully shoved his partner who was in a small fit of laughter. The fact that he soon noticed the salt on the kitchen island behind them also didn't sit well with him, like he allowed himself to get played.

"It's just a bit of fun!" Calming down, sometime later or sooner, Y/N exhaled deeply as they got out their final laughs. "Why did you lie about that?"

"I feel like I have no room to judge your cooking skills with the ones I have," Jude admitted. He didn't cook or bake for them on the regular like Y/N did for him. If it wasn't them cooking or baking in the house, it was his mom, or their mom, or their sisters—honestly, anyone but him, even takeout beat him to it. It wasn't that he didn't try or that he was incapable in the kitchen. It was just for the best if he wasn't the one cooking. If there were other options than Jude then it would be for the better for everyone.

"Still though," they sighed, nudging him, "One day, which I hope never comes, I could accidentally do something wrong and you might just accept it."

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, causing Y/N to laugh and Jude soon followed suit. And that was his denial voicing itself. They were right, and their friends were right; Jude was far too kind to criticise Y/N in any way, so much that he would accept their harmless mistakes without complaint. He wandered around the kitchen, aimlessly, "So if it actually doesn't taste like that, you think I could," shyly, Jude pointed to the pasta casserole, "you know?"

They couldn't help but roll their eyes, letting out a scoff. The appetite was still there and probably would remain for time to come. "Sure, why not?"

Offering him a small spoon of pasta sauce, making sure that it wasn't too hot, Y/N fed him the food. And there it all was, so clear and outstanding. His face grew with stunning delight, his eyes grew large with satisfaction as he dropped his head back, humming low. And there it was, that darling, darling smile of his, all at the cause of a sauce that Jude, personally, believed was cooked to perfection.

"You think I could try more of that?"

"Get changed, then we'll talk."

part 2

[saleeba]

silver studs ; jude bellingham

summary ♡ booking yourself & jude a piercing date!

pairing ♡ jude bellingham x gn!reader

content ♡ fluff, descriptions of piercings/body modification/needles, reader is implied to already have had their ears pierced, jude is a dramatically big baby in this (*roy keane voice* what a big baby... baby!), all around silly billy vibes idek pls read this xx

a/n ♡ girlies (gn!) let’s form a prayer circle & manifest jude having pierced ears in 2024 🕯🕯🕯 i’ve seen some ppl say he would look so good w a nose piercing too and ohhhh my goodness 😵‍💫 i don’t even wanna think abt it my heart is actually palpitating </3 this fic is very much drawn from my own need to get abt 10 new piercings when i can barely take care of my current ones 🫠 enjoyyy my lovelies! 🩵🤍

"jude, come on, hurry up, we're going to be late!" you scold your boyfriend who seems to be taking about one-eighth of every rushed step you take, trailing behind with his hands in his pockets and a defeated puppy-dog look on his face.

“i’m sure it’s still not too late to cancel, babe,” he begins, stopping in his tracks and prompting you to do the same as exasperation takes over your features. “m-maybe we can come back next year?”

you’re in disbelief at your giant baby of a lover now. just last week he was begging you to take him along with you to your nose piercing appointment, a passive comment you had made about him suiting earrings so well spinning his mind into a spiral of pinterest searches and jewellery wishlists. you had even caught him “trying on” your assortment of studs before pressing on your previous comment of how good he would look if he had his ears pierced.

“next year?! jude, the appointment’s in three minutes!” you start to walk backwards so that you can make sure he follows and doesn’t just leg it back to the car. “why are you being such a wimp about it?”

a sweetly deep frown sets on jude’s face, that previous puppy-like trait now seeping into the way he walks towards you. truthfully, the gravitas of the situation has only just set for him, the fantastical image of a metre-long needle coming in to pierce his ears and the unimaginable pain it must create causing nervous prickles to run down his spine. oh god, why did i say yes to this? he’s never been one to be comfortable with needles and other sharp objects in any capacity; needing you to chop all the ingredients whenever you cook together or clear your schedule for the whole day whenever he has a blood test so that you’re there to hold his hand — well, so that you’re there for him to squeeze the living daylights out of your hand.

it was a bafflement to you, though — the boy had undergone multiple terrible injuries and operations but was shit-scared of tools that barely laid a scratch. although, you’ve absolutely made sure to clown him for it at every given chance.

“i’m not being a whimp!” jude’s defensiveness never relents, no matter the situation, and it makes your eyes roll. “it’s just… you’re definitely going first.” he hurriedly declares, hoping to delay the nightmarish events about to unfold for him.

you finally catch onto what he’s trying to say and do, the irrationality of it all causing a chuckle to leave your lips. you can’t believe this six-foot-something boy has such an aversion to something that is barely two inches.

“aww, sweetheart,” you feign a sarcastically sugary pout. “does my baby need his hand holding… again?” an amused grin takes place on your face, all toothy and genuine when jude comments on how annoying you are with a teasing push to your shoulder.

“jude, how many times have i told you that it barely hurts? it’s just a small, sharp pinch,” that old comparison, jude thinks to himself. “here, i’ll show you.”

he jumps out the way of your mischievous fingers before they can land on his skin and deliver a squeeze that is definitely neither small nor sharp. you laugh at his scaredy-cat antics before tugging on his hand, leading him down the street to your destination, encouraging him with dialogue about how pretty he’s going to look once this is done and how you two can maybe wear matching earrings to all the red carpet events you attend from now on.

jude can’t help but think how he’d really like that, already his mind is thinking of how it could be an intimate ritual of your own, the world always knowing you belong to him and he belongs to you when you step out, your bond branded and sealed in two pairs of the same earrings.

there's a slight bump in his path that pulls jude away from his daydreaming and back into the way you're addressing him, announcing that you're both finally at the door of the piercing shop. you don't miss the way his hand dampens in yours but you try to soothe it with a reassuring squeeze.

"hey, five quid for the person that doesn't cry when we're in there." you suggest, playfulness painted in your eyes and smile.

"oh, shut up," jude laughs, tilting his head towards the storefront before counterattacking. "tenner?"

you take up his offer and seal the deal with a quick handshake. “you're on."

the pair of you step into the piercing shop, the vibrant sights of commissioned art and citrusy scents of sterilising products immediately filling your senses. everything is so cozy and inviting, though; the open space looking like it's straight out of a pinterest board with its boho-esque decor and pops of pink and blue.

you're able to check in and be seated in the waiting area a couple of minutes after your intended appointment time, apologising beforehand to the receptionist but not without saving a bantering side eye for your boyfriend. you barely sit yourselves down before the piercer, a mid-twenties lady clad in all black with arms scattered in tattoos, calls your name, prompting the both of you to stand up and make yourselves known.

she introduces herself as clara and invites you and jude over to the small setup of sofas by her station, the large piercing chair looming opposite them. it reminds jude of the chair they make you sit in at the dentist, its size and seclusion bringing that spiky feeling of anxiety right back into the column of his spine.

"so, who's the braver one out of the two of you?" clara beams, eyeing the way jude shrinks himself into the couch and how you raise your hand, mirroring her smile.

"that would definitely be me," you announce as jude pouts on the side, refusing to believe that you've teamed up with the piercer to bully him now.

"alright then, my love. hop onto the chair and we'll get you done in no time."

you truly are done in no time, now inspecting your new nose piercing in the mirror that clara holds up for you. you're thankful that you went with the fourteen-karat gold when asked to choose between that and a plain black stud, the colour shimmering against your skin tone so nicely that you forgive the momentary pain it caused as the needle punctured the skin of your nostril.

however, for jude, it's the only thing that's sticking in his mind. the way you were wincing as clara pushed the tool through, the gritting of your teeth and the subsequent welling-up of your eyes are all warning signs for him to pull out of this whole ordeal, run out the door and never look back, jude, y/n will forgive you.

"what say you, my friend?" clara now turns to your boyfriend, who wishes that the cushions would swallow him up but his eyes force themselves to look at you, your own ones lighting up in amusement — eyebrows raised as if to ask if he dares to accept this challenge.

"you still up for it, babe? you really don't have to if you don't want to, y'know?" to an unsuspecting stranger, your words would be saccharine and supportive but jude knows this is actually your way of saying are you really going to run away from this, you coward? the narrowing of your eyes may look inquisitive to others but they hold an impish tone of accusation for jude.

however, with his head held high, he returns a look of defiance straight into your eyes, as if he's replying with a watch me boss this, sweetheart.

"of course i'm still up for it, love," he answers, getting up from the sofa and attempting to mask the shakiness of his voice from not speaking for a while (something completely alien to the boy; god, he really is nervous). "wouldn't want all the attention on you when we step out together, y'know, wanna give the people something fresh, something new."

you vacate the chair with a laugh, hands splayed out and gesturing towards it, a slight bend in your stand, almost bowing down. "your throne, my liege."

jude rolls his eyes in hilarity, situating himself in the chair as you swap places with him, now in the company of the bright fabric of the couch and cushions. clara sets out the array of jewellery in front of him, informing him about the differences between and benefits of each one before jude settles on the option of the prettiest silver studs he's seen — the colour and the shine of them almost reflect in a twinkle of his eyes and he's now besotted. once the studs are laid out for clara to work with, she goes on to prep the piercing tools on the counter to the side of jude, her being out of view causing that familiar prickling feeling to run through his veins again. all he can do is set his sights on you, trying to claw some comfort back into his mind while his brows furrow in increasing worry.

you can't help but instantly run to his left side, your heart not being able to bear any inkling of pain or discomfort on your lover's face.

"hey, scaredy-cat," you speak softly, going to grip his hand in yours, and leaving a small peck of your lips on it, thumb rubbing soothing circles on his heated skin as clara gives a knowing giggle before she assures jude that he has absolutely nothing to worry about and that the great choice in jewellery he's made will surely not go to waste. she makes a joke about how he might get a sticker for being a good boy and it serves as a brief distraction as she lines the needle with jude's right earlobe, the boy grimacing as the sharpness hits him for a second.

and that's all it is. a flash of a second, another on the other ear, your hand still in his, and it's all done. the feeling of relief and achievement is like no other for jude.

"there we go, my lovely," clara concludes, putting her supposed instruments of torture down and holding the mirror up to jude's face, prompting him to check out how everything looks. "what do we think?"

he's beyond ecstatic with how he looks in his new earrings, the silver glistening in the light against the brown of his skin, the size of the studs just perfect for him. he looks to you for approval, though; he wants to hear all the praise from you.

"you look amazing, jude!" you're smiling ear-to-ear, eyes lit up in sheer admiration at how hot your boyfriend looks right now. well, he's always been hot but this? this is a whole new level that you're glad you've unlocked. "you were amazing, too. how was it? did it hurt as bad as you were thinking?"

he replies with a bashful shake of his head, smiling at his prior silliness over something that lasted seconds not even worth counting on his fingers.

"no, not at all," jude admits. "feel a bit stupid now, though, i was panicking over nothing." he lets out a genuine laugh at himself and you join in, not forgetting to let him know how proud you are of him and how you're going to be dragging him from shop to shop to pick out new earrings for when his piercings heal. jude thinks to himself that he won't need dragging around now; he'll happily lead the way to picking out new stuff, experimenting with colours and shapes.

once clara gives you two the rundown on piercing aftercare 101 and her contact details should any of you run into any problems, she sends you on your way with a goodie bag of saline solution and sweets.

hand in hand, you walk out of the shop with jude, chattering on about when the next awards ceremony that the two of you are invited to could be and what sort of outfit you might wear and how you would co-ordinate clothes and jewellery.

the pair of you stop in front of an café, you asking jude if he's up for a coffee before you start your earring-hunting adventure.

"yes, please," jude responds, hand enclasping yours in the most loving way before he drops his next line aided by a grin that is the epitome of shit-eating. "besides, you owe me a tenner after all the crying you did in there."

[moralesirl]

date nights with him. - gn (masc leaning though) reader x jude bellingham.

☀️: JUDE BOARD TEEHEE! i don’t think this would fit on my writing blog so ‘m posting here.

💐: silly goofy dates with him ! he wants to make memories n’ capture them in photos rather than to buy expensive gifts. he stills spoils you, but he’s more of a “let’s go to the playground n’ laugh at kids falling” rather than a “let’s go to a really expensive restaurant for the night” type guy.

[judeslove]

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

you and jude just laughed before leaving aswell.

💌 judeslove on tumblr.

[calistrae]

silent treatment. jude bellingham

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

pairing: jude bellingham x gn!reader

warnings: silent treatment, cold!jude

summary: jude after a bad match can be quite different from his usual self

notes: my first time writing something, don't be too harsh pls lol

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

what started off as a great match was gradually going downhill. it was dortmund against bayern and up until the 54th minute, dortmund was in the lead with two goals, one of them scored by your boyfriend of three months.

you loved to watch him on the field - his determination to bring the win to his team was admirable. especially today. it seemed he was set on winning, his chestnut eyes flaming with dedication. having only been dating for three months, it was your very first time coming to his game and everything seemed to be going as both you and him hoped for. well, until it wasn't.

bayern caught up and you could see jude getting more and more frustrated as the time ticked. you were on the edge of your seat as you watched intensely, not tearing your eyes off the game for a second. you swore you could feel your heart drop into the pit of your stomach when bayern scored their third goal of the night. seeing as jude's jaw clenched while his eyes narrowed as the team had to admit their defeat, you couldn't help but feel sorry for him. he had worked so hard the entire game and you knew he was probably beating himself up over this. nonetheless, you were proud of him. but it was evident he was not proud of himself, whatsoever.

while jude was still showering, you waited out in the halls of the arena, entertaining yourself on your phone. it didn't take too long for him to walk out, his duffel bag on his shoulder. "hi" you greeted and attempted to press a kiss to his cheek, but to your surprise, he pulled back. in your attempt to lighten his mood at least a little bit, you gave him a gentle smile "you did well, proud of you, darling." but he was not having it. he huffed and stuck his hands into his pockets " 't was shit. don't bloody sugarcoat it." he barked back.

you were taken aback by the way he spoke to you. you had never heard him snap like that, not off the field at least. you brushed it off, heading towards your car. of course there were fans on the parking lot, waiting for jude and he did his best to put up a nice smile for them, but you could tell he wanted to get away as quickly as humanly possible. as soon as he got in, you began the drive back to his place. the whole car ride was silent, you had tried to catch his attention by attempting to place your hand on his thigh or trying to spark a conversation but he remained nonchalant, even cold. it wasn't like jude and you didn't quite know how to react.

the energy in the car was full of negativity, anger practically radiating off your boyfriend while the air felt tense. if you had a choice, you would've walked out of the vehicle minutes ago. he seemed to be withdrawn from anything but even as time passed, his jaw remained clenched, his left hand balled up into a fist. his eyes weren't warm and inviting as usual, they were dark, distant almost. while you understood, why he was unhappy, he was genuinely scaring you on some level.

"do you still want me to come over to yours, love?" you questioned as you pulled up to his driveway and put the car on park. you looked towards him when you received silence as an answer and you couldn't help but scoff. "look, i'm sorry you lost. i understand you're mad but i'm not going to be your scapegoat. i don't expect you to be in the mood for kisses and cuddles and all that, but i need an answer to know if i should stay or head home."

"come on, then" the footballer shrugged and you allowed a sigh to leave your lips before you followed him into the house. were you supposed to be more understanding? you feared so. at the same time, you were getting a little worked up yourself but you decided it would be best to give him some space. so while he was lounging on the sofa, you settled on making him a cup of tea to help him relax a little. you made it exactly how he liked - with a little bit of milk and sugar. as quiet as a mouse, you placed the steaming beverage on the coffee table before settling on the armchair across the room.

with a book in hand, you paid no mind to your boyfriend as you decided it'd be better to allow him to come to you. whenever he decided the right time was. although you didn't enjoy the way he was behaving, you understood him regardless. it was a big game after all. and god, did he feel like shit.

he blamed it on himself mainly. believing he should've done more, should've been better. if only he hadn't allowed one of the bayern guys to tackle him and if only he had tried harder. but worse were the embarrassment and shame he felt. he had invited you, a person he adored, to watch him play and you had to witness him fail. that was the worst bit of it all. it made his skin crawl with anger and disappointment towards himself. losing was a normal part of his job, but losing in front of someone he wanted to prove himself to, was so much worse. that's why he couldn't even look at you properly but he knew he couldn't keep treating you like this. it was unfair. it wasn't you that he should be punishing with a childish silent treatment.

"i'm sorry."

you lifted your eyes from the book in your hand when you heard jude speak up from the couch but instead of responding verbally, you just hummed in question.

"i'm sorry for how i've been acting. jus' felt embarrassed." he admitted and you could see him fiddle his fingers nervously. "wanted to impress you but clearly, i failed. i was furious at myself, but i shouldn't have made you have to deal wit' it."

you nodded slowly as you listened and raised your eyebrow "wanted to impress me? love, we're dating. i think i've seen plenty of things that have left me impressed." your voice took a much more playful tone.

jude's face brightened in an instant and even a small smile appeared. however, he made no effort to sit up or change his position. the bitterness wasn't entirely gone, but he seemed to be talking to you again, which was a relief. you knew better than to jump onto him so you settled for the armchair for now. but let's just say it didn't take long for him to plead you to move onto his lap.

[hiddenlife-manager]

Jude Bellingham x Gn Reader NSFW

cw... Blow job, oral make receiving, facial, cum, hair pulling, face fucking, gender neutral, and detail of make anatomy

notepad... (If you want more of Jude or another soccer player ask me please I need inspo) Don't get me wrong I'm still writing anime characters but I haven't really written about a real person in a while. ALSO I learned how the Jude Bellingham fans do their tumblr post so I did one like it but this is not permanent.

You placed your tongue on the tip of his cock, drool already on the side of your chin looking up at the desperate man. You pumped his cock two times only at the base as you focused on the tip. A ring of white at the base of his cock dripping into his balls. 

 "God babe, stop the teasing. " He groaned in annoyance and all you do is  give  small licks from the tip to the bottom where your hand is. You raised your head back to the top of his cock and opened your mouth. 

 "I don't feel lik-" A gag immediately left your mouth, his cock hit the back of your throat. You placed your hands on his thigh, his big hands gripped your hair tightly. Jude's head was thrown back onto the headboard while he thrust his hips up, his thighs tense as he was chasing his high from your drooling of a messy mouth. 

Your mouth sucked at his cock, your hands letting go of Jude's tense thighs pumping at his cock whenever he pulled back from you're mouth. You let go of his cock, lowering it to his balls as the drool that traveled from your mouth dripped onto it. You played with them while Jude groaned in pleasure. It was clear Jude was close the way his cock was hard in your mouth. 

 "Fuck- god- I'm close" he groaned. You moaned onto his cock, adding to the pleasure. The vibration of your moans caused him to thrust harder into your poor mouth. The corner of your lips  with drops of  his pre cum. 

You pulled out of his cock, pumping at his cock with your hands, spitting on his cock while you twisted gently from the base to his top quickly. Your mouth opens as you wait for his orgasm to hit. The way your eyes looked at him while going up and down with your hands, his orgasm hitting hard as his cum spilled onto your tongue and face. His thighs shook while you continued to pump. Jude's hands gripping the sheets, his head thrown back, sweat dripping from his brow and a loud moan leaving his beautiful soft lips. He groaned while you continued to pump his now soft cock. 

 "Baby st- oh God. " You licked up his cock and looked up at him with his cum on your lips.

[kaiispost]

My requests are open for:

Neymar Jr x Male Reader - Pablo Gavi x Male Reader - Jude Bellingham x Male Reader - Finely Burns x male reader - Joao Felix x male reader - and more…

If you want to request a male!oc (original character) or a gn (gender neutral) don’t be shy! But please don’t request anything too crazy ifykyk.

Bye!

[blueaetherr]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFgcfHSF/ with bellingham?😚

popcorn falling everywhere

pairing: jude bellingham x gn!reader [they/them]

warning(s): mentions of horror movies?

summary: the one where they pull the speaker prank on jude

author's note: considering it's basically the same concept, i'm making this the part 2 to this imagine.

Having a little day for themselves, Y/N and Jude chose to do nothing but the bare minimum with their time. They woke up in the afternoon, perhaps fully awake and conscious by 1pm. They took their respective showers and baths, both separately and together with no rush to any of it. They ate their breakfast (lunch), a bit of talk and gossip to ease the mood. Finally, they made their way upstairs and fell right back into bed, one too comfortable and began their movie marathon.

When the credits for The Conjuring came on, Y/N sighed softly as they laid further back in bed. "Wow, that was a good movie, wasn't it?" They asked, turning to Jude. He seemed to be in his own world, his gaze, quite troubled and worried, still not having left the projector ahead. Y/N had to hold back their feeling of amusement; even though their question was rhetorical, his stiff posture was enough to retrieve an answer.

They had to nudge Jude to catch his attention. He jumped but quickly gathered himself. "Yeah, yeah, sure," he said, nodding as he loosened his grip on his pillow. Despite his efforts, Y/N still knew well that he was still spooked out from watching the horror movie.

From the beginning of the relationship, from the time when things were still untouched between the two, Jude quickly expressed—perhaps stressed even—that he wasn't all for horror movies. Not because he found them boring or they weren't his kind of movies, but because he was scared of them; they got to him in every way possible. From the small jump scares to the abrupt, maniac screaming that reached your ears and the sight of possessed kids, it all moved him in ways that he didn't like and would never find himself enjoying.

Scared, however, was never how he described it. (I mean, how could he have mentioned that during their first date)? From his rants regarding horror movies, never understanding how anyone got joy from a film fuelled by fear, to skipping out on hangouts when his friends chose to watch horror movies, he never really had to verbalise his discontent for such movies. Over time, Y/N simply just learned to know.

But, of course, because of Jude's kind soul, because he barely had the heart to say no to Y/N, because he just enjoyed his partner's company even in the most uncomfortable situations, watching horror movies wasn't an uncommon practice in their shared home. It proved to be a hard task for Jude, sure, but always did he muster up the courage to watch them. There would always be a little scream or stunned silence from Jude, but he nearly finished the movies almost every time and that's all that mattered.

A smirk appeared across their lips. "You sure about that? You a little, you know--" they jerked forward, causing Jude to stiffen. They let their head fall back from their laughter as they noticed Jude holding his hand over his heart. "--see!"

"I'm fine! I'm very good, actually," Jude cleared his throat, straightening himself up. He began to get up from the bed, making sure to keep his blanket around his body. "It's just cold in here. I need to turn the heating on."

"Well since you're going to do that," Y/N held up the empty popcorn bowl, "you want to—"

He grabbed the bowl from them. "Extra butter?" The expression on Jude's face remained deadpanned yet timid. He was tired of their antics towards him, but he couldn't express it to the fullest because the movie was still on his mind, especially with the credits music still playing loud in the room. 

"You know me so well," they blew him a kiss before waving, "Thank you."

A flourishing smile, quite shy in appearance, was displayed by Jude. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever," he mumbled. Despite his annoyance at their antics, at the end of the day, he knew it was only harmless jokes. Either way, that wouldn't stop him from continuing the gestures that came with the relationship. So he caught their kiss before leaving the room, his blanket trailing across the room. 

Waiting for Jude to reach the bottom of the stairs, they let out a small laugh to themself as they trailed far behind him.

After posting the last prank they had pulled on Jude, from the views and commentary, it was evident that everyone wanted Y/N to pull another one of him. And they wanted to, too, but Jude didn't make it easier for them. He had been moving with caution and on his toes, questioning his partner every time they had their phone out, always expecting something to happen or pop up out of nowhere; he was not about to get clowned for a second time.

And Y/N respected that, they would have done the same. But like Jude, they had been more cautious and on their toes, already having set up a speaker hidden in the kitchen and connected to their phone sometime before. And considering all that's been watched during the day was horror films, they were still in his head and would only add to his reaction to everything.

Walking through the house, and passing by all the lights Jude had turned on, Y/N made their way to the kitchen. They lingered by the door and took notice of Jude. He was very much in his space—the kitchen being dimly lit set the calm mood as he watched over the popcorn cooking on the stove, humming his favourite song, dancing around to warm himself up, letting out a quiet yay when the popcorn was finished. Y/N loved that for Jude, they really did. That little bubble of his, however, could only last for so long.

About to turn around and head out, Y/N let a voice (from the speaker) boom around the kitchen. At the sound of this booming sound, Jude yelped as the popcorn bowl slipped from his grasp, popcorn dropping everywhere on the floor. He tried to quickly turn around but the mixture of the popcorn on the floor and his blanket trailing around him caused him to trip and end up on the floor, too. There was a struggle but soon Jude got up, holding up the (empty) popcorn bowl in front of him almost like a shield, constantly looking around his surroundings.

It was then that Y/N could no longer hide their amusement.

"Jude, relax, relax!" they said, full of laughter, as they got out of their hiding place. It was his defensive stance that was getting to them. "It's okay."

Jude's stance fell when he heard Y/N's laughter echoing around the kitchen. "Wait, what? No, no, no, no, no. Seriously, again?" he whined, placing the popcorn bowl on the kitchen island. He pouted at the sight of the popcorn all over the floor. "Look at what you did!"

"I'm just having a bit of fun," Y/N reasoned as they approached Jude. Their laughter was still prominent from his reaction to everything.

"Of course, you're having a laugh with it," Jude mimicked their laughter before shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "I want to say I hate you or something for this, but I know I wouldn't mean it," he leaned against the kitchen island and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he clutched his shirt tightly. "But that's not nice, you know! You're gonna give me a heart attack one day."

"If it makes you feel better," they started, placing their arm around his waist, "you can choose the next movie."

Slowly, he opened his eyes, glancing at them with furrowed brows. He wasn't sure if they were being serious or not. "So we don't have to watch another horror movie tonight?"

"No, we don't," they reassured him with a kind smile, rubbing his arm.

Jude closed his eyes once again, exhaling a shallow breath. He felt like he should be annoyed at his partner, for their antics, for the prank they managed to pull, for retrieving a grande reaction from him that would fit perfectly in any horror movie. 

Despite this, he kept his calm. Like he said, he couldn't even imagine saying I hate you; he didn't have it in him to be mad or annoyed at Y/N for their little prank. Sure, that annoyance was there for a moment, but that moment passed fast and he saw no point in holding a grudge. Besides, he no longer had to watch horror movies for the rest of the night. How could he approach such an ultimatum with complaints?

He leaned his head against their own. "All is forgiven."

[blueaetherr]

torpe

pairing: jude bellingham x gn!reader [they/them]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where jude can't let his feelings be known to the reader

Learning to like or love someone was an unconscious act one did. It was a short process to like someone, a longer one when you learned to love them yet you wouldn't even notice the difference between two—either way, you still held an admiration for them beyond friendly intent.

When you have a deep care for someone, never do you think to care for them—you simply just do. You would go out your way for this person, this friend, this partner—or potential one—and you wouldn't come to notice unless someone pointed it out.

Jude, young and young in love, leaned towards Y/N. At first it was just soft care and affection he felt for a friend, small yet common for others. He appreciated them up close and far, checking up on them anytime he could as one friend would do for another.

The two were friends and everything Y/N and Jude did for one another came from the root of partnership through the friendship. The pair weren't exclusive to one another and never were they in the first play, though sometimes, from time to time, did Jude wish otherwise.

Never was it a secret or just something that he didn't want to share with anyone. Though it also wasn't something he wanted to blurt out to everyone, for others to spectate on something he had no sight of. Either way, to let others know or not, everyone knew and he never told them with his words.

Through his grins their way; through his stiff focus whenever Y/N was in attendance; through his talks on their name did he let others know about his liking towards Y/N. It was common fact rather than a closeted thought.

What he felt about Y/N was real and mature—beyond a small crush. In his eyes, they held more than just his friendship. How he felt, unfortunately, just couldn't be lived out.

"Then why don't you tell them?" A question that he learned to swerve every time. The logical response to his liking to Y/N was to pursue them, right? To confront and to admit everything on his mind, to admit everything on everyone's mind. Jude could—and he would—but his feelings were never given priority to be seen through as they were.

"I was thinking maybe we could do something next weekend." Y/N leaned their arms on the kitchen island, glancing at Jude with a ghost of a smile. Small and comforting, letting him know that they would welcome any answer he gave. "If you're not busy, of course."

"Yeah, sure," he said with his sight on his phone. Outside of their schedules were they around each other, so much that you could say it was a part of their schedules.

"Great. Also, I remember you wanted to tell me something the other day." They took a seat next to him and asked, "What was it?"

Jude looked up from his phone, his mouth falling open. He found himself lost for words even when the answer was obvious. "Oh-- um, nothing." He shrugged with a breezy chuckle. Anyone else but Y/N would know that he didn't find the situation funny. He scratched the nape of his neck. "I don't even remember it myself."

"Are you sure?" Y/N tilted their head. They searched Jude's face for something but found nothing. "The boys keep telling me it's urgent or something. I doubt it but I wanna know."

There were times when he did want to tell them what was constantly on his mind when they were around, to not closet everything to himself. He wanted all he felt to be known. Maybe to see if something, or even, if anything was mutual in the slightest way possible.

Maybe if they saw him the way he saw them, to see if the interest in one another was a two-way path. Wonder and curiosity laid comfortable on his mind, reminding Jude of every different possibility if he just took that leap of faith to admit all that everyone else but Y/N knew.

Wonder and curiosity laid comfortable on his mind, also reminding him of the downsides of outing himself. That's why he stumbled with each word he spoke to them. He would mess up his positive train of thought with some negativity. Never had he felt insecure about himself though the thought of admitting what he felt, however, had him questioning whether he should or not.

Jude, young and young in love, was shy and awkward and nervous in the presence of romantic confrontation. And until that subsided, the possibility of Jude & Y/N would remain an afterthought.

"Positive."

[judeslove]

headache

pairing - jude bellingham x gn!reader genre - fluff, tiniest bit of angst if you squint warnings - intended lowercase summary - this req

you and jude went on your annual shopping spree, which was once every month.

“just not too strong” you told him, warning about your sensitivity.

a few minutes later he returned from the shop, holding a small paper bag. he took the perfume out and sprayed it onto his wrist.

“smell” he ordered, motioning his wrist toward your face. your head spun as the scent made its way up your nose. you immediately felt nauseous as the perfume was a very intense one.

“it’s too strong” you. “it’ll fade away once we go outside tho” jude frowned, wanting to use the perfume when with you.

he ended up being right, the smell fading away once the cold fresh air hit your face.

“mm, that smells nice” you complimented, the scent not too strong. jude pressed a kiss full of love on your forehead, smiling at you before walking to the car with you by his side.

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[judeslove]

make me feel like home

pairing - jude bellingham x gn!reader genre - fluff, slight angst warnings - petnames (darling, love, etc), intended lowercase summary - this req

you didn’t want to admit that you missed home. it was an unusual feeling to you. you moved to madrid after jude had transferred to real madrid. sure, you loved jude but you did miss your family aswell. it was your first christmas without them, but you weren’t going to let that ruin it.

“you okay love?“ jude asked upon seeing you. you were staring into nothing. it was a habit you had adapted when you felt anxious.

“yeah, i think“ you mumbled. you both knew that wasn’t true. you missed home but didn’t want to worry jude or his mom. he whispered a quiet okay, not wanting to bother you too much.

jude and his mom, denise had noticed this. they figured out that you missed home. that you were homesick.

your parents had a tradition to always place lots of candles and blankets around the house, so they did just that. they did more and more of these little things that you were used to, to make you feel at home.

“love, it’s just like at home. all these blankets and candles. my parents do that” you told jude. his eyes lit up with joy, knowing he had successfully done his plan.

“so you don’t feel that homesick anymore? is that right darling?” he asked as he slightly caressed your hair. you nodded as a response, making him smile.

you weren’t sure how christmas in madrid would go, but it started off good already.

author‘s note - i‘m having such a writers block rn ���� i had no idea what to wrote so anon, please forgive me 🙏

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[judeslove]

better team

pairing - jude bellingham x gn!reader genre - fluff warnings - intended lowercase summary - this req

the el clasico game was coming up. saying that you were nervous was an understatement.

“you’re gonna support real right?” jude looked at you, almost like teasing

“fine” you finally gave in. for the past hour jude was trying to convince you to support real madrid rather than your favourite club, barcelona. apparently he had already gotten you a shirt, with his name in the back, obviously.

—

you were sat in the box, other wags surrounding you. the roars of the passionate fans were loud. the players finally came out of the tunnel and jude shot a wink at you. you heard someone claim that the wink was aimed at them, and you just chuckled at the comment, knowing they were wrong.

after the game started, your palmes started getting sweaty. deep inside you still supported barcelona, but you couldn’t show it.

after vinicius scored to make it 2-0, you nearly lost hope. that was until lewandowski scored. you almost erupted into a cheer, fighting it back. you scanned the pitch for jude. he was standing there, disappointed.

however, not long after, vinicius scored a penalty and rodrygo found the back of the net aswell, making the final score 4-1 to real madrid. you already knew how jude was going to tease you.

you got up and went to the pitch. jude met your eyes and jogged to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss onto your forehead.

“now tell me, which was the better team?” jude asked you, a smirk decorating his face. you rolled your eyes, answering barcelona.

“wrong answer” jude said, tickling your sides immediately. you giggled, begging him to stop. eventually he did, and you got out of the stadium.

—

you were now picking a movie to watch, jude in the kitchen preparing snacks.

“how about scary movie?” you requested.

“not bad” jude agreed, settling onto the couch. his arms found your waist, wrapping them around it.

a few minutes into the movie, jude started yapping about how much better real madrid were than barcelona. you tried to concentrate on the movie, but you just couldn’t. you picked up the pillow, and flung it at his face.

his expression was shocked, jaw on the floor. he picked up a pillow and started a pillow war. not a fight, but war. feathers were flying everywhere, even sticking onto your pajamas.

giggles filled the room as you let your inner child out. then jude pinned you down, arms on your sides. he came down and pressed his lips onto yours.

“i won, that means real madrid is better” jude giggled. “hala madrid!” he yelled into your face, before running out of the room.

“jude victor william bellingham, when i catch you, you are dead meat” you said, looking for him with a pillow in your right hand. what a night, you thought.

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[judeslove]

sleepless nights

pairing - jude bellingham x gn!reader genre - fluff, pint of angst warnings - nightmares, crying, intended lowercase summary - this req

jude didn’t have nightmares commonly. everytime he laid on the bed, he just felt so safe. he felt like nothing could hurt him. one night that totally changed. jude started getting nightmares frequently.

jude came back from training and you did your little evening prepping. after everything, you both got on the bed. you could see that jude was debating whether he would have a nightmare or not. you pressed a quick kiss to his plush lips and then you fell asleep.

you shortly woke up to moving in your bed. the sheets were crumbled and wrinkly with judes pillow nowhere to be seen. jude was mumbling all kinds of things while spinning around the bed. you figured out he had a nightmare.

“babes, are you alright?“ you whispered in a gentle manner. you felt judes fast breath slow down. then he opened his eyes and sweat was shining on his forehead.

“no i‘ve just had horrible nightmare“ he groaned in a mix of frustration and sadness.

“it’s alright, come here” you suggested as he fell to your embrace. you held him there, tightly in your wrapped arms, like in a cage. now in your arms jude felt protected from all the entities in his nightmares.

suddenly he broke down in tears. it must’ve been a tough one, you thought. jude sniffled against your, or his shirt that you stole. he looked so vulnerable. you pet his head as an attempt to calm him and it worked. now he was like a baby, asleep again. you took one look at him and fell in love again.

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[judeslove]

winners

pairing -jude bellingham x gn!reader genre - fluff, reader plays volleyball warnings - intended lowercase summary - this req

you took deep breaths as you scanned the audience, looking for a specific jude. your warm up was now done, and the game would begin in a few minutes.

“who are you looking for?” your friend asked, noticing your eyes.

“my boyfriend” you mumbled, focused in the process. then your eyes met his chocolate brown ones. he smiled at you sweetly. you noticed a couple of his teammates along with him. vinicius, camavinga, modric, you named them in your head.

you winked at him and went to your coach who had been calling for you. after your coach’s little speech, the whistle finally blew and you could hear the fans screaming.

—

the final whistle declared the end of the game. your team won, you even grabbing a few points. after congratulating everyone, you finally made your way to the tunnel.

when you looked up, you saw your lovely boyfriend scrolling through his phone, waiting for you.

“hey baby” you called out for him. when he heard your voice his head whipped your way and a smile crept onto his face.

he greeted you with a hug and a peck on top of your head. “m’so proud of you” he mumbled against your hair while having his hands wrapped around you.

you answered him with a quick peck on the lips. “shall we go now? i’m really hungry” you whined while clinging onto his arm.

he just giggled at your antics, making your way out of the building.

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[judeslove]

surprise visit

pairing - jude bellingham x gn!reader genre - fluff, bestfriends to maybe lovers ??? (if i do a pt2) warnings - petnames (darling, love, etc), intended lowercase, swearing summary - this req

author’s note - i’m so sorry for not posting for like idk 5 days?? i’ve been really busy with christmas and all but hope you enjoy <33 also i got a new phone :))

pt1 >> pt2

you and jude went all the way back. you met in daycare, the good old days. ever since then, you have done and shared almost everything together. ranging from doing homework to even cuddling. many of your friends shipped you, but you never felt it. the spark. until this very day.

the holidays were just around the corner, specifically christmas. you always celebrated christmas at home, but this year was going to be different. you kept in touch with jude, but didn’t meet up with him frequently.

you made up a master plan at night. first, you would text jude that you can’t make it to his house this year but then, you show up on his door. excitement grew in you as you moved your fingers along the keyboard.

you:

sorry, i can’t make it this year ☹️☹️

jude:

there’s always a next year darling

the petname gave you butterflies in your stomach. that’s unusual, you thought. you packed everything you needed and headed outside. the cold and slippery weather almost killed you, as you nearly slipped and probably avoided a coma.

the gps said that it will approximately take 2hrs to jude’s house, which made you groan in frustration. when your mum drove there it didn’t take that long, you swore. the road was filled with people, as it was almost christmas.

the snow under your boots crunched as you made your way the the frontdoor. you rang the door bell and saw a shocked jude standing in front of you. you let out a quiet giggle as he wrapped his long arms around your waist.

“you’re here!! you said you wouldn’t make it though?” jude said in a questioning tone. he looked at your face, scanning for any answers.

“i wanted to surprise you” you smiled. he looked confused, but also somewhat happy or excited.

you stepped your feet inside his cozy house, warmness immediately welcoming you from the cold biting weather. as you made your way to the kitchen you saw three gingerbread houses.

“three gingerbread houses? what are you gonna do with ‘em?” you asked. a grin made it’s way to jude’s face.

“eat them, of course” he simply grinned. he looked satisfied, but then concerned.

“oh no!! i forgot the cookies!” jude yelled as he rushed to the oven, lifting up slightly burnt chocolate chip cookies.

“bloody hell, why does this always happen?” he said in disbelief. you let out a chuckle, laughing at his disappointment.

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[judeslove]

unknown feelings

pairing - jude bellingham x gn!reader genre - angst, fluff, bestfriends to lovers warnings - swearing, crying, breakup, intended lowercase summary - jude hears about your breakup and comforts you. then he builds up the courage to tell about his feelings

you had dated this one guy for 2 continuous years. he was toxic, but you hadn’t noticed it while being in love. jude however had noticed his toxicity. jude saw how he never let you talk to anyone else, didn’t let you make any guy friends or follow anyone else and manipulated you.

but after the years, he finally let go of you. your heart broke. tears flowed down from your eyes once you heard it.

“i can’t do this anymore, i’m calling it quits” he said to you emotionless.

a wave of confusion flushed over your face as sadness took over. that was the worst day of your life. immediately you texted jude to come pick you up.

you:

jude can you please pick me up

i’m at his house

jude:

sure

are you okay???

you:

honestly i’m not sure

jude:

omw 🤍

you spared one glance at him and then stormed out in tears. you saw jude’s car pulling up to the driveway way. you opened the door and sat down.

“did something happen?” jude asked while keeping his eyes on the road.

“he broke up” you mumbled, wanting to get home. he let out a quiet hum, not wanting to annoy you. his other hand made its way to your thigh. butterflies grew in your stomach as you bit your lip in order to avoid a wide smile.

ੈ✩‧₊˚

jude asked for your keys. after entering the apartment you broke down in tears. you felt so vulnerable yet safe. jude opened your freezer, getting ice cream. he rushed back to the couch. upon seeing you curled up, head in your knees crying, he whispered a “shit” under his breath. jude welcomed you in his embrace, rocking you side to side. the ice cream was melting, but he didn’t care.

in that moment jude’s feelings grew bigger. he pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling away. your tear stained cheeks and dripping mascara still made you beautiful.

“here, i got you ice cream” jude told you. your eyes lit up in joy as you grabbed a spoon. you thanked him as you dived into the ice cream. jude put a movie on as you grabbed some blankets. the cozy atmosphere made you forget about your ex.

“you know, i have to tell you something” jude said. your eyes looked up at him, signalling him to continue. “i have liked you for a long time, but really never got my chance. i just think you’re so pretty and sweet and just everything anyone could wish fo-“ he told until he got cut off by you kissing him. you giggled as you pulled away.

“me too” you chuckled against his chest

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