Ky When Judy Hits Him Up W Brummie Accent

Ky when Judy hits him up w Brummie accent

can i request a dad!erling imagine in which him and the reader have a baby boy and he’s all over the moon with everything he does and the reader is all 🥹 because their baby is a carbon copy of erling in every way!

❝ 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰 𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐟 𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 ✰ ´ˎ˗

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 ੈ✩‧₊˚

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⌇ 𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟐.𝟎𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ! 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐎𝐋. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 "𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝😭" 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

AFTER WHAT FELT LIKE TWO FULL DAYS, but in reality was a couple of hours, you pushed your first baby out. A baby boy. You and Erling had both decided on a name weeks, if not months, in advance; so after he had doted on you, ensuring you had a drink, food, making sure you weren’t in any pain, and anything else that you may have needed or was on your mind. He brought in the paperwork for you to sign to say you confirmed the name, Emil. It was like a switch flicked when he was born, you saw glimpses of his frown looking back and forth at him by your side and the nurse by your legs comforting and motivating you to push. 

His face after he was born turned from one of concern to that of awe and admiration, the same look he would give you while fondling your pregnant stomach, but amplified tenfold more. His mouth slightly agape, in shock, you swore he was almost crying when he held him for the first time; watching his sleeping face resting on his palm, his son’s head smaller than it.

He tucked his bottom lip in, likely trying to compose himself in front of you seeing as you wouldn’t want to do anymore crying after two hours’ worth of labour. You had already held him, of course, but seeing Erling holding your son made you want to tear up even more.

You breathed in deeply, wiping your face with your hand as a nurse kindly passed you five or six tissues as you thanked her groggily, rolling one up and pressing it against your nose and face. You slipped out of the side of the hospital bed, two nurses immediately offered to help you to the bathroom but Erling waved them off politely, insisting he would, leaving the baby in a cot to be overseen by the nurses accompanying you momentarily.

“At least wanna do something,” he had said, you scoffed, laughing and teasing him. “You did do something, you helped make this baby in the first place!” he rolled his eyes and glared at you, helping you down to the toilet while he held the door shut from the outside in case you struggled with the lock.

While he held the door shut from prying eyes, he couldn’t help but stare at his newborn son, it didn’t seem real. He couldn’t believe there was a baby lying around nine feet away from him that was a combination of both himself and you. He felt as if he would wake up tomorrow and he would be gone, he just dreamed it up. He panicked for a split second, what if he hurt him? What if he couldn’t raise him properly? What if he couldn’t spend time with his son due to work?

His mind was racing with possibilities, but you lightly tapping on the door the other side woke him out of it.

The door swung open and he smiled at you. This was a team effort, and at least he wasn’t raising him alone. You, the embodiment of perfection and kindness would surely set your son off on the right path; he just wanted to help you in any way shape or form while you did so, you helping their baby while he helped his. He walked you back towards your baby, spread out in its crib, quietly cooing to itself.

“Should I get the car seat?” Erling asked you, you just nodded, sitting down next to the crib and simply watching your baby. Your baby, you could say that now. He was here. He was real. He walked back in with the car seat, adjusting it and balancing it against a chair opposite yours and gently picked up Emil, cradling him in his arms and placing him – all swaddled up in blankets, a matching hat, and complimentary nappy – as if he was a fine piece of china about to smash into a million pieces, into the car seat.

He strapped him up and then held in sideways so he remained lying down for good measure, and you both walked your way to the car, you slowly hobbling while complaining about stomach pains.

“I’ll get you some ibuprofen when we get home, yeah?” he had said, but his eyes never broke off of the baby’s, and you didn’t blame him. It was around this time that Erling started mumbling to himself about parking the car closer to the emergency room entrance, you however just laughed as Emil started kicking his legs in the air.

“He’s gonna be a footballer just like daddy,” Erling just grinned at you, not expressing the way he imagined kicking a ball about in your garden with his son. He hadn’t even considered that before, the fact that his son might continue on in his footsteps as he did with his.

You continued cooing at the baby until you finally reached the car, the cold air nipping at your cheeks and nose until they bloomed a red colour. You tightened the blankets around Emil, tucking his beanie over his ears so he doesn’t get too chilly, and then fastened him up in the passenger seat next to Erling, then you went to the back. “I’m not used to this,” you had confessed, chuckling to yourself and doing up your own seatbelt, hearing the click and soon after Erling’s.

He turned to face you in the backseat, eyes wrinkling up. “Having a baby?” he joked. “Do you have experience in that sector?” you waved him off, rolling his eyes. “Sitting in the back, not next to you. Guess I’m gonna have to get used to it,” he scoffed. “Jealous of a baby born half an hour ago?” you narrowed your eyes at him interrogatively, furrowing your brows and he raised his hands in mock surrender. 

“Watch yourself or I’m gonna start saying some things the baby won’t wanna be hearing,” he laughed, then turned the engine on. “Don’t think he can understand anything yet, can you?” he cooed at his son, reversing out of the parking spot and checking behind him in the car mirror.

“What do you think his first word is gonna be?” you asked. “Hope it’s mama and not dada,” you added, Erling scoffed, making a turn down the road and away from the hospital. “You’re gonna have to get used to crying, Erl. You’re gonna be doing a lot of it now he’s here,” you admitted, recollecting his tearful eyes threatening to spill out and wet his cheeks earlier on.

“I know,” he murmured. “Imagine his first day of school,” you gasped. “I won’t be able to cope for the whole week, you’ll have to get me a bucket to cry into before I wave him off.” He looked at you, frowning through the car mirror. “He’s only just been born, babe. You’re still stuck changing nappies for the next three years.”

You huffed, glaring at him and jabbing an accusatory finger at him while staring at the car mirror.

“You mean you?” he met your eyes through the mirror, grinning. “I’ll be the one breastfeeding. So you better put your shift in, just ‘cause you’re doing football doesn’t mean you won’t be changing nappies and feeding him at three am. Let me have my beauty sleep, Mr. Haaland,” he laughed, mumbling something out the car window as he rolled it down just a bit, placing the smaller side of his palm against Emil’s head to check his temperature, softly pulling into the driveway and picking up Emil, still in the baby car seat, taking him into the house and creaking up the stairs – internally cursing himself as the noise threatened to wake Emil up – and placing him down in the bassinet next to yours and his shared bed.

The car seat was now left abandoned in the corner of the room, both of you huddled around your son’s crib.

That’s where he remained for the majority of the first couple of weeks, if you were being brutally honest, aside from midnight nappy runs in which Erling partook in, you just rocked him back and forth in your arms and whispered nursery rhymes to him. Baa-baa black sheep was his favourite so far, most likely due to your passionate attempts at mimicking sheep noises that he giggled and clapped his hands at. You had recorded his first laugh as Erling missed it, he returned home having watched the video grumbling to himself and persisting that he wanted to make him laugh.

Which then evolved into a challenge between you both on who could make Emil laugh the most. At his teammate’s wedding he wasn't paying attention to the procession, and kept telling you that he was sure Emil was going to laugh at him any second now, just cupping his hands over his face and exclaiming peek-a-boo in the worst possible moments. Yet he stayed adamant – he was going to laugh any second now – despite it being two or three more months of ‘any second now’ he finally laughed.

Erling practically sprinted to you while you were having a nap, shaking your shoulders. “Baby, baby. He laughed!” he repeated, you looked up at him groggily, unable to process what he was saying to you in your sleep induced state. “He laughed!” you whipped your head round, rubbing your eyes and then widening them, racing him back to your baby as he followed after you with gleaming eyes and smile lines up to his ears.

Emil on the other hand was utterly oblivious to your smiles, just throwing his blocks around and bubbling to himself. He watched as you both sat down in front of him, you resting on your knees and Erling cross-legged looking expectantly at his four month year old son. He imitated what he did earlier, grabbing a pillow from beside you and popping his head around it, Emil smiled at him with his chubby cheeks, big brown eyes batting his eyelashes at his dad, but he didn’t smile.

Erling groaned and his face dropped. “He did laugh, I believe you, babe,” you rubbed his arm comfortingly.

“Hey, do you wanna go outside with dada and play football?” you nodded up and down at your son, rising back to your feet with your hands resting on your thighs. “Yeah? Go in the garden with dada?” he nodded, Erling already making his way into the garden upon hearing your suggestion, a small inflatable ball in his hand. “Dada,” Emil imitated and your mouth fell agape, eyes widened. Erling dropped the ball, snapping his neck around and running to his son, lifting him in the air and spinning him around. “I knew it! I knew it!” he laughed, you covered your mouth with your hand, his first word.

You should have been celebrating, you were, but it was dada, not mama. 

He was definitely rubbing that in later, but for now you simply congratulated your son and yourself. “I said it, he said it ‘cause I said it,” you shrugged, trying to relieve yourself. “He said dada,” he beamed at you, carefully placing your son back on the floor and giving him a small hug, ruffling his hair.

“You better be celebrating this much when he says mama,” you grumbled, Erling huffed with laughter at you. You faked a frown at your son. “Why do you have to be his biggest fan? Is he your favourite parent?” you teased, gasping at your son in an attempt for him to copy you and make him imitate your facial expression.

Erling chuckled to himself, phone in hand likely texting a friend about the milestone achievement. “Go and grab the ball, Emil. Go get it!” you encouraged, grinning at him. Erling rolled the ball over as your son crawled towards it, half-slapping it and grabbing it with both hands. Erling picked him up with the ball still in his hands. “Yeah, go play football with dada. You Haaland clone,” you teased, groaning to yourself. “Carried you for nine months ‘n’ this is how you repay me!” you started chasing after Erling, both of you giggling as Emil squealed in his hands.

“I’m gonna get you!”

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

Logan making you squirt for the first time? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🗣️🗣️🙏🙏

logan making you squirt for the first time (18+)

logan was traveled down the bed, head in between your thighs as he ate you out like he was starving and you were his final meal.

he moaned, sending vibrations to your core, the messy sound making you shiver and moan, the fact he was getting so into it made him so fucking horny.

“come on baby, you gonna cum? i know you’re close? be a good girl and cum for me, all over my fuckin’ face.”

his words made your body tremble, starting to feel as you slowly reached the edge.

you grasped onto his hair, nails then scratching slightly against his upper back, just grasping to whatever you could reach on him to leave marks, you knew how much he loved that.

he slowly slides two fingers into you, watching as you tremble, starting to penetrate your g-spot.

you feel yourself go over the edge, your orgasm so intense that your body shakes, pussy aching against logan’s tongue, “that’s it. good fucking girl. letting me eat her out and take care of her.”

you couldn’t help but moan again, feeling as your body almost came for a second time, and you looked down, watching as you drenched logan’s face. you knew what it was, you weren’t surprised, it was bound to happen with a cocky fucker like logan and a horny fuck like you.

you squirted all over his face, and logan couldn’t help but moan as you did so. once you were done, you looked down at him, watching as his eyes were scrunched shut and his mouth turned to a smile. his eyes opened, cockily smirking at you.

“did you just squirt?” his low raspy words make you tremble. he already knew the answer to that, but he loved to tease you and make you say it yourself.

you nodded, trying not to roll your eyes at his cockiness. he smiled up at you, lower half of his face wrinkling as he did so.

“yeah? i did that? god that was so fucking hot. were not stopping tonight until you do that again. this time all over my cock.”

Cry Out My Name

TW: Kylian being a bitch with his teasing (not sure if that’s a tw, but yeah)

Genre: lots of sexual tension, smut.

Plot: You are Kylian Mbappé’s personal chef. You have had a thing for him for quiet some time now, but you maintain your professional cool and stick to the rules. But there was a specific night, that shifted something in both of your hearts. That type of shift where jealousy gets in your way, and he likes it.

A\N: Special thanks to @kylianmbappeh for helping me out with this one, enduring my annoyance whilst having a sore throat. Get well soon babe.

And a special thanks to @kevjrr for assisting me, reviewing my posters. ilysm

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as time gets close - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: almost close to your due date, what is wrong with a late-night grocery trip with your very excited and anxiously waiting fiance?

wc: 1.8k | masterlist | jude's masterlist

psa 🗣️: a little dad! jude blurb bc we haven’t seen much of this on the timeline!! like always hope you enjoy 🤍

"why are you bending down? you know that is bad for you," you rolled your eyes at your fiance's scolding, grabbing the keys from the floor. "i dropped the keys by accident," you say as you pick the correct key that belonged to the lock. jude rubbed your belly, ensuring you were okay before helping you out to the car, the reusable bags tucked underneath his arm.

"did you bring the list?" you ask him seeing as he nods and pulls it out from the pockets of his hoodie. "i did. i also brought you some snacks because you didn't eat much after getting some nausea," you pouted your lips leaning up to peck his cheek thanking him. "what would i do without you?" you tease, a playful scoff falling from his lips.

"what makes you think you'd be without me? i'm attached to you for life remember?" he grabs your left hand kissing over your ring finger as he gives you a knowing look. you feel as he brings your intertwined hands to your belly, "and you're carrying my baby in there."

"really i couldn't tell," you say sarcastically.

"let's make it quick because my feet already hurt and i want to sleep," you advised letting out a tired yawn. despite being close to your due date, you still had some work to do before maternity leave. making calls to set meetings, attending them over zoom, filing paperwork, in charge of making sure the firm doesn't backfire, and planning some stuff out for your wedding.

jude had told you multiple times to take it easy, but placing that aside, he always helped you unconditionally. in the shower, when cooking, taking care of chores, before bed, and attending all your doctor's appointments. he was your personal midwife and wanted to take care of you the most he could.

you remembered to look on his face when you told him you were expecting, the tears on his face as he spoke to your barely bump all night and traced his hands on your belly. singing and humming lullabies and stories about his day. since then he wanted to protect you the best he could.

going to the grocery store at this time was nothing new, in fact, it became so prevalent now that you were pregnant because you craved everything. making jude do a late run to pick up your cravings or groceries for the upcoming weeks. the same store, at the same time.

you placed your purse on the cart, snuggling into your jacket as the cold air inside the store blew you away. you followed jude who picked out veggies and greens for his meal prepping, helping him tie the bags and weigh them on the digital scale that produced labels. you watched in awe as your boyfriend picked out three pairs of different flowers. "what are these for?" you asked, smelling the flowery scent.

"for the house. we need to replace the old ones that dried out," jude says with a shy grin. "you were the one who said plants and flowers bring a sense of home into our house, " jude recalled your words, kissing your temple, pushing the cart since it became a bit heavier. "i did say that didn't i? well i wasn't wrong," you shrug, wrapping a hand around his bicep as he trailed along isles to pick up the different items on the list.

he did all the heavy lifting as you reached and picked stuff up from your level, like spices and eggs. you turn your back for a few seconds to retrieve some milk and coffee beans for the morning, to see the cart filled with pop tarts and other salty snacks. "no no no," you shake your head, as jude whines out protests. "y/n we need them! they're even on sale!"

“jude, i don’t care! we just got some three days ago!,” you say laughing, putting back the box of pop tarts. “y/n i’m telling you right now, in a couple of hours or days you’re gonna have me running back here for them,” jude states following behind you.

“am not!” you quickly defend, bringing a hand to your aching back. “are too! last night you had me running out for cheetos. what’s it going to be today? kettled popcorn? or wingstop?” jude teased making you rolls your eyes and focusing back on to what needed to get done. “don’t forget we need to pick some of that acid reflex stuff for you, to get rid of the heartburn,” jude reminds you, taking the cart and walking out of the pop tarts isle, sneaking a box in for you.

“what’s left on the list?” you ask him, taking out a small snack you had in your purse and offering some to jude. “we need bananas, strawberries, orange juice, and meats for upcoming dinners…” jude reads the list one by one, using his index finger as he goes along.

you pass by an isle grabbing some cereal and granola for your yogurts and bowls. jude insisting he grabs his favorite too since you refuse to share from your part. as you wait by the deli section jude come behind you, grabbing your belly and relieving some of the pressure.

you immediately lay your head back on his shoulder sighing in relief, hearing jude chuckle and place a kiss on your head. “almost there darling,” he whispered running one of his hands along your tummy. “i know what you’re doing jude… and if this baby starts kicking right now i’ll leave you here,” you warn.

“i’m just trying to help you love. doesn’t it feel good?” he reprimanded as you nodded. “yes but not when she starts kicking, i swear she does it on purpose and it’s your fault. like she knows it you,” you said feeling your lower back less tense and heavy. "i kid you not, last night she almost made me pee from this hard kick!"

"sounds to me like we have a mini footballer coming into our lives," said jude continuing to hold your belly since you were tired and your baby was heavy. he had read the method online with other tips and tricks. jude got more into reading when he found out you were pregnant, wanting to know every effect and secret to ensure a healthy and safe pregnancy.

"let's hope not, i don't think i could handle cleaning up broken stuff around the house every day," you sigh, releasing yourself from his hold because you began to get hot. you didn’t understand how your body was so quick to adjust and then de-adjust from hot and cold, but it was so easy and it drove you mad sometimes.

“you okay?” jude softened his eyes as you let out a breath of despair, holding your hand and feeling a sit squeezed tightly against his. “yeah just got a mini cramp,” you held your back and practiced breathing methods you learned, “i’m good, i promise,” you kiss his hand before retrieving the meats from the butcher. "we'll get home soon, and i promise you a warm tea and massage okay?"

"did you want chocolate or strawberry milk?" jude held up the pint containers, "strawberry, we still have chocolate milk at home," you said, jude nodding as he quickly picked the orange juice and your favorite yogurts. "i was never a fan of sweet or flavored milk but these are soooo good," you exaggerated, jude smiling hard down at you.

"never a fan? these were my childhood as a kid! my mum used to buy these or the powder to make it ourselves," jude says recalling a old memory thinking of his babygirl. "you reckon she'll like them too?" jude spoke softly as he saw you give him a fast nod. if there was one thing loved it was discussing his babygirl. he was so anxious and wanted to meet her. the itch in his teeth getting bigger as every day passes.

to hold her while she slept, hug her to keep her warm, coddle her to sleep, feed her. he was ready for it all. he loved to shop and spoil her already. her carrier, crib, different books, toys, and stuffed animals like he had as a kid. she didn't know it yet, but she would be jude's second best friend. firstly you. always you.

they saw if one ever finds love at first sight, and jude definitely did with you. a smile so bright, eyes gleaming with happiness, a stranger who he fell madly with almost immediately after hearing her say hello. through ups and downs, you found your way to each other and since then, it's a love story for the movies. jude had his career blowing, a beautiful fiancee, and now a baby on the way. what more could he want?

as jude helped bag the groceries into the recycled bags you had, you paid and thanked the cashier whom you got close with on nights like these. asking how her day was, about her kids, anything special, always something to distract her. "you two have a safe night!" she yelled as you turned and thanked, wishing her a good night as well.

after you insisted on helping, you carried four light bags as jude carried most bags since he hated double trips. you guys quickly unpacked everything, longing and wishing to get into bed. you ensure the stove and other appliances are off, grabbing your tea and heading upstairs with jude.

"lay here for me," jude instructed, grabbing some cream and begging to smooth and massage out the muscles on your legs and shoulders. "after we have her, i promise i'll return every single thing you did for me while i was pregnant," you say struggled and full pleasure as the tension went away at jude's fingertips. "oh i'm fully expecting the injured boyfriend method again," jude teased as he finished up.

he grabbed a new book, laying on your side as you brushed and played with a few curls on his head, twirling them around your finger as he breathed softly. he looked so gentle and full of excitement like this, reading to your babygirl, who sensed her daddy's voice as she kicked. she knew, she always knew.

he applied your belly oil to prevent any stretch marks and kissed the small ones that formed along the way. jude cherished your body for carrying his baby in there, for being able to give and bring a new life into his and yours. you laid on your side, jude's chest connecting and fitting the crevasse on your back, holding your tummy as in a way to keep it safe.

you placed and locked hands with his, as jude wishing you a goodnight, peering kissed on your shoulders then finally lips, moaning in delight, a tiny groan leaving his lips. "i love you so much darling," he whispered, kissing your temple and snuggling into you more. "iloveyoutoojude," you said fast, with a playful smile on your lips as you felt a familiar sensation of a certain craving. "okay now i do want some pop tarts..."

"are you serious right now?"

─── CLINGY

╰┈➤ JUDE BELLINGHAM

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pairing: jude bellingham x f!reader

warnings: none, repost from my old blog.

word count: 1.9k

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✦ before training

"i don't want to go," jude groaned into the crook of your neck, where his head had been resting for the past ten minutes.

"you have to, baby. you get a fine if you're late, god knows what will happen if you don't show up at all," you run your nails lightly over the back of his neck until he looks up at you.

"but i want to stay here with you forever, you're so warm," he moves down lower on your body, resting his head on your left boob, placing his hand over your right. "and your boobs are very comfy, i don't think i can go a whole day without them."

"you've gone plenty of days without them before, come on now, you really have got to get up," you sit up, prompting jude to roll over onto his side, and continue rolling until he is sitting on the edge of your bed, rubbing his eyes.

you walk over and stand between his legs. your hands come up to cup his cheeks, thumbs rubbing against his skin gently. leaning down to press a light kiss to his lips, you whisper, "go get dressed, i'll make your breakfast for you, mhm?"

jude looks up at you with sleepy eyes, nodding his head, before he watches you walk out of your room.

---

you're placing your breakfast on the table about fifteen minutes later when you feel two strong arms wrap around you from behind, and pull you flush against their chest.

jude rests his head against your shoulder, inhaling your scent, humming, "i'm going to miss you today."

"i know, darling," you turn around in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. "but you'll be back before you know it, and then you'll be able to have me for the rest of the day, okay? we can lay in bed and watch as many films as we want, yeah?"

"yeah, okay. breakfast smells great," he takes a seat at the table, moving your plate from where it was sat across from him, to beside him. he ends up eating his breakfast with one hand as his other hand is either wrapped around your shoulders, resting on your thigh, or holding his hand tightly in his.

✦ family gathering

jude was back in england for the first time in a while, so you thought it would be a good idea to invite both of your families around for dinner, as it had seemed like forever since you all got to spend some time together.

you and jude were going to be the ones cooking the meal, and even though he wasn't the best cook in the world, you loved it when he kept you company, and he would try his best to help you.

the two of you were currently in the kitchen, while your parents and your siblings were in the living room. the living room and kitchen were open-plan, so you kept joining in on the conversations they were having, and they could still talk to you.

"could you just pass me that knife? please," you point to the small knife, which you had left on the other side of the worktop.

"yeah, of course," when he brushed past you to grab the knife, his hand grabbed your butt, squeezing it before he handed you the knife.

"jude!" you whisper-yelled at him. "our families are right there, if you do that again, i won't kiss you for the rest of the day."

his bottom lip stuck out in a pout, "sorry, baby," he whispered.

"it's okay," you smiled at him, leaving a small peck on his lips. "could you grab the meat from the fridge, please?"

once he placed the meat on the worktop beside you, he wrapped his arms around you from behind, placing his head in the crook of your neck, and placing multiple kisses against the skin just beneath your ear.

"you two are disgusting!" you heard jobe shout over.

"shut up, jobe. you're just jealous," jude placed more kisses on your neck, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist. blush crept up your cheeks, but you couldn't help but smile.

"nope, you're just making me feel really sick," jobe said back, and you could hear him making gagging noises in the background.

"leave them alone, jobe," you heard their mum say. "they're just in love, you'll understand too one day."

during the entirety of your cooking dinner, jude clung to you like a baby koala clung to its mother, but, in all honesty, you wouldn't have had it any other way.

✦ movie premiere

you had invited jude to the premiere of your movie a couple of months ago, jude really excited to see you in action.

you were currently running over the schedule for what would happen, as you were in the car, on your way to the venue, where the pair of you would be getting ready. "so, when we get there, i'll have to go down the carpet and take some pictures by myself, and with the other cast members, then i'll be able to take pictures with you. then i'll have to do interviews for about twenty minutes or so, then we'll finally be able to go inside and watch the movie. you excited?"

"yeah, but that sounds absolutely exhausting," jude laughed.

"yeah, it kind of is, but it's not that bad really. you being with me will make it a lot easier," you say flashing a smile at jude, as your driver tells you that you have arrived at your destination. the two of you get out, and once you're inside, you go into your separate rooms with each of your stylists, ready to get all dressed up for the premiere.

---

about an hour and a half later, jude was allowed into your room, and you were finally ready. he took one look at you as he walked through the door and stopped in his tracks, his mouth hung open, hooded eyes staring you up and down. you saw him visibly swallow before he was able to say anything to you. "my god, baby. you look fucking amazing."

jude walks over to you, placing his hands on your waist, as he leans down to peck your lips softly, knowing not to mess up your lipstick.

"thank you," you whisper against his lips. "and you look very handsome," you glance down at his suit, fiddling softly with his bowtie as you do.

"are you ready?" your manager is standing by the door. you nod, grabbing jude's hand, following her out of the door, ready to go downstairs to the car, which would take you to the venue of the premiere.

---

"you nervous?" you look over at jude, knowing that this situation can be very nerve-racking for someone, especially if they aren't used to the situation.

jude shakes his head no, climbing out of the car, as the door is open for him. he turns back towards the car once he is out, holding his hand out to help you get out of the car without tripping over your dress.

as soon as you step onto the carpet, almost every single camera turns to you, as you stand in front of the advertising boards, posing for the cameras. jude stands back for a while, allowing you to take a few pictures by yourself. but while you are out there smiling for the cameras, jude takes his phone, snapping a few shots for himself, a broad grin on his face as he looks at you in pure admiration, so proud of you.

you were soon beckoning jude over to stand beside you, the boy walking quickly to stand beside you, his hand immediately going to your waist. you pose for a few shots, "i can't get over how beautiful you look," jude leans down to whisper in your ear, placing a kiss under it before he looks back towards the cameras.

you hear the cameras clicking away, capturing the sweet moment between the two of you. you then turn to look at each other, leaning into each other, as you press your lips against his in a kiss that is sure to end up over the entire internet by the morning.

when you had to go for your interviews, jude never left your side. almost every interviewer commented on how you and jude were adorable, jude stood beside you smiling at the interviewer's kind words, his hand never leaving yours during each one.

his hands never left your body when you made it to your seats to watch the movie. either resting on your thigh, or his arm wrapped around you as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

---

the next morning, when you checked your phone, you were inundated with messages and comments about how sweet your relationship with jude was, leaning over in bed to read through the messages that your mum had sent you about how stunning you both looked.

✦ in the stands

jude was unfortunately injured and had to sit on the sidelines for a while until he was fit enough to be back on the pitch with the boys. you weren't completely in a bad mood about jude being injured, though, as it meant that you got to sit in the stands with him, watching the game. it was very rare that you and jude would be at a football match together, so you wanted to capitalise on this moment as much as you could, even if you hated the fact that jude wasn't able to be out there doing what he loved most.

you were currently sitting beside each other, just before the game started, chatting to each other about the fans, which had already created the famous atmosphere that the yellow wall was known all across the world.

when the game kicked off, the both of you were very into it, yelling every time a dortmund player was fouled, and clapping and cheering whenever there was a corner or a throw-in to dortmund.

but when the game slowed down, jude became his usually clingy self. he grabbed your hand, playing with your fingers absentmindedly as he watched the game intently. even though not much was happening, he just loved knowing that you were by his side, you brought comfort to him, especially since he felt so out of control at the fact that he couldn't go and help his team out.

at half-time, the two of you stayed in your seat, you leaning your head against his shoulder, getting quite tired. jude turned his head so he could place a kiss on your forehead, his arm wrapping around your shoulders bringing you closer to him.

"you okay?" he said in a quiet voice, rubbing his hand up and down your shoulder, as it was getting quite cold out.

"yeah," you said, taking your head off his shoulder and standing up.

"where are you going?" jude stood up with you immediately, grabbing your hand, a furrowed brow etched onto his forehead.

you giggled, "i was just going to go to the bathroom, or am i not allowed to pee?"

"i'll come with you," jude led the way back inside, and brought you to the ladies' bathrooms. "i obviously can't go in, so i'll just wait out here for you."

you grinned up at him, thinking how cute he was for taking such good care of you, and wanting to be around you twenty-four-seven.

later, when the second half had kicked off, dortmund scored a goal in the 67th minute. both you and jude jumped up, cheering for the boys. jude turned to you, pulling you into an embrace, then cupping your face in his hand, peppering kisses all over your face as you giggled.