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summary: You can tell the relationship is about to end, you sit dwelling about Jude when he’s right in front of you

warning: angst breakup no comfort we in pain

You sat on the couch looking at Jude. You met Jude 3 years ago, butterflies filled your stomach the second you saw him. His humble but energetic personality really made you fall, but sometimes good things don’t last forever.

The ‘problems’ started a year ago, him finding little issues, the small arguments that lead nowhere but you two in your bed facing away from one another, hiding your phones. The dinners were it was just small talk and small yes or no’s, even got to the point where you stopped going to his games that one hurt.

One dinner you quietly watched Jude finish his food without saying a word to you, nothing. So you're left cleaning the kitchen, of course, but after packing a small bag and going to stay at a friend's home, While riding in the Uber to your friend's house, you got messages from the now lonely man.

‘I’m sorry’

‘I’ll give you a few days, is that OK?’

‘Text me when you're ready’

You read them, put your phone away and watch the lights as you go through the city. Though it wasn’t an official breakup, it felt like it. He didn’t realize how quiet the apartment was without you, how much your presence was needed in his life. Your friend let you rot in her guest room the whole week. You did lots of thinking, things you needed to change and how to do so. He also needed to change. The mind game you played together, thinking the other should know exactly what you wanted was immature. It was childish. You loved him a lot, but you knew some things needed to change.

And they did, Jude, and you started talking again, asking more questions, being more honest about what you wanted in this relationship, and it felt like the spark came back. The dates felt amazing again, the nights alone doing nothing but watching black and white movies till 3, the sex, but that feeling of resentment came back like a rock. Everything he did set off an emotion. You hated the feeling you knew it was time to end.

He was your first love, the first person you ever emotionally connected with, but that didn’t stop the feeling of always remembering what he did, how he made you feel the last few months, shit how publicly humiliating it was to date Jude as the media slandered your name just for being with him, you loved him, loved him with all you had.

So you sit, searching for the butterflies that once filled your stomach around him to come back. The warmth that you felt near him, a sense of home protection, was fading into a cold sensation to the touch. He sent you a gentle smile, a heavy arch hit your chest as you sent back a half-smile that didn’t even show in the eyes. He knew there was no saving this relationship again. Putting his head in his hands, he let out a long sigh.

“I’ll be packed and ready to leave by next week.” It should’ve felt sudden, but it wasn’t. This was bound to happen sooner or later. You looked down to your apartment floor, biting your lips to hide your sob as a small OK left your lips. There was no more to be said as his tightened throat and chechled jaw became too much. His heavy steps echoed in the small room quietly behind the front door closing.

Neymar x fem reader

Summary: You and Neymar never had a normal relationship, off and on, back and forth for years and so you cut it off as you wanted more than whatever game you two were playing, but Neymar plays well. Everything goes down hill when you answer his call one night.

Warnings: 1,2k words(?) fem reader, toxic relationship, mentions of cheating, angry sex, me being down bad for Neymar

He called, he called for the first time in a year.

You have worked on yourself, got a cat for some emotional support, started your own garden, you didn’t prepare yourself for this.

Don’t pick up

You answered, you actually answered a year down the drain, you waited to hear his voice to hear what he had to say after a year.

“Amor, I’m in your city.”

Hang up

You should have hung up, should have said ‘fuck you’ or ‘call someone else to ruin’, but you didn’t. You stayed on the line and thought of something to say, your cat looked offended that there was a shift on the bed as your back was now on the headboard.

“I wasn’t expecting you to answer, do you miss me?” a light chuckle, “why didn’t you hang up? Why couldn’t you?”

“What do you want? It’s almost 12,” you pointed out. You could feel you would regret this. Tomorrow you will wish you never picked up and had just gone to sleep.

“Let me take you out tomorrow, I’ll get whatever you like, Amor,” he replied. You could hear the smirk in his voice, say no, it was easy.

“What time?” you said just in a whisper, you bit your lower lip waiting for an answer.

“I’ll pick you up at 7, wear something proper is that fine baby?”

“Yes, goodnight.”

You muttered, hanging up as you throw your phone in embarrassment. You laid back down and tried to go back to sleep but all you were thinking was about him. You somehow drifted to sleep after an hour or two, your cat near your side while you listened to the faint sound of your room's fan.

-

All day you thought about the mistake you were about to make, how the last time you saw him you told him you hoped to never see him again and how he would never find someone to keep up with him. The memories gave you another wave of anxiety, fidgeting with your maxi dress, watching the clock.

Knock

You mentally prepared yourself for this, seeing his face again, being with him again and again. At the door was the man who you fell in love with 4 years ago. He had a rose in his hand. “You look beautiful, Amor,” he told you with his smile. fuck he was gorgeous.

“Let’s go before I change my mind.”

The car ride was silent, unresolved tension was in the air, two people with so much history sat in complete silence while wondering what the other was thinking. He knew it was wrong to call you up, his relationships never worked because they always did this or that, or they couldn’t keep up with him, or they weren’t you.

“How have you been?” he asked as he glanced over at your hand expecting a ‘fat diamond ring’, the one you always eyed when you two would go shopping. Nothing. “Good, got a cat to keep me company,” you answered, forcing a smile.

“That’s cute, what’s its name?” he replied.

“Prince”

-

You found yourself sitting at a table sharing a bottle of wine, the food was amazing but you still felt uneasy. You missed this being with him, but you knew it would end badly again, so you asked.

“What are we doing?” his head, once filled with pride, was down looking at the meat on his plate. He took a moment to find the right words. If you could, it was that he just wanted to say what you wanted to hear. “Take this as an apology,” he muttered, while messing with his food. You showed him a fake smile. “Is this supposed to make up for the lying? Your voice grew louder. “The fucking cheating?” He somehow managed to stay calm. He listened while drinking the wine. “A fucking steak and wine is supposed to fix this?” You questioned by crossing your arms.

“No, but I missed you,” he admitted, You can’t do this again, you rolled your eyes. You sat up to leave. He grabbed your arm. “Let’s just talk this out? Please,” he pleaded with you, those eyes that witnessed your best your worst moments, the eyes that saw you inside and out. “Please,” he said once more.

“Let’s talk at my place.”

-

This was going to happen. You craved this, the feeling of his lips on yours, him holding you against your apartment wall, that warm tingly feeling between your thighs. It was rough but filled with drunken lust. His hand was on your lower back, the other caressing your face, your hands were unfastening his belt, he started attacking your neck while whispering how much he missed it.

You took him to your room, the bed you once shared many moons ago. He kissed you down your chest, sliding the dress off your shoulders. You were in nothing but your undergarments,

A secret, passionate, exciting feeling rushed over you. It felt like the first time you two had sex together. You hated how much this felt right, him between your thighs using his tongue to show just how ‘sorry’ he was. You could feel your stomach forming a knot, his light moans on your clit didn’t help, you felt the cry in your throat from the pleasure, but it stopped abruptly. A whine for more came out instead while locking his eyes with his, “Wait, Damm, you're so impatient,” he chuckled before giving his thighs kisses.

You were on your stomach holding the bedsheet while he rocked his hips inside of you. He was holding you, his chest was on your back while he groaned about how good you felt. “I fucking hate you,” you managed to get out in between whimpers. He continued to praise you. This was not the first time you told him that, and it wouldn’t be the last. You moved your hand to your already sensitive clit, gasping while you were reaching your high. He increased his speed, wanting to finish with you. “Just like that please,” you begged him. He kept moving he had his hands on his hips watching himself come in and out of you. It washes over you the feeling when the knot releases, and you feel so euphoric, he came after you in a low groan.

You were both catching your breath. He got off you and disappeared for a moment, coming back with a rag to clean you. He cleaned you up, giving kisses on your sweaty head.

Jude Bellingham x Fem reader x Erling Haaland headcanons

warning: Poly relationship, M,M,F, Fluff, NSFW, head,riding face, pet names, cringe couple stuff

You and Haaland never let Jude drive as he almost flipped the car while driving to the store. “It wasn’t that bad,” he always shrugs it off. “That’s what a guilty person says,” Haaland adds.

Haaland, who loves spoiling both his partners, when he travels, and you can’t tag along, he’ll go out of his way and pick something out for you and Jude (especially when he was in Texas).

Jude, who loves sleeping with you, tangled in the sheets and each other's arms until Harland woke you guys up for a morning workout.

They love it when you share their dicks, tears in your eyes, face and neck warm from taking each member as deep as you can. You have Highlands in your mouth while stroking Jude’s already covered in your saliva. “You're such a good girl for us,” Highlands says with his big hand on the side of your neck.

You feel on top of the world when it’s date night, your boyfriends are in their best suits, preferably when they wear all black. You're lucky to not have your makeup ruined by the end of the night.

Haaland loves it when you're dominant, in bed, it's such a turn on watching you tease Jude until he’s crying. “Please, ma’am,” he begs for you.

Or

When you sit and ride his face, using his mouth and tongue to your own pleasure

Jude, who loves having lovers who can cook for him. Though he gets upset, he is left to do all the dishes after dinner.

Jude, who loves it when you play football with him, tries his hardest to go easy, but sometimes you land on your face while being a goalkeeper.

Haaand, who wears you and Jude’s favorite color in his hair tie

Fem reader x Jude Bellingham

Fem reader x Erling Haaland

Dating Jude Bellingham & Erling Haaland

Warnings :Fluff, slight kissing, me trying to be funny

Jude

You and Jude sat on the couch with take out in hand because someone decided to try to cook and burn everything. Jude could tell you were irritated.” I’m sorry babe, I wanted to make us something romantic,” he apologized in a low tone.

You ate some of the food and looked over, ”You almost burnt down the apartment building.” You let out a sigh, knowing you could never stay mad at Jude. He was truly one of a kind, but god, he couldn’t cook for shit.

“But it was for you,” he pointed out with a playful smirk and a chuckle, “I’ll just have to explain to Mum what happened to the pans she gave us last Christmas” a look of anxiety washed over his face just thinking what she was going to say.

You laughed in his face. “Good luck with that babe,” giving him a quick cheeky kiss.“ You’re going to need it,” you grinned, focusing back on the movie.

Date night pt2

After last week’s failed date, Jude said he would make it up to you. Dating a football player with a schedule like his was never easy, but he was in his offseason (which wasn’t long) so you guys made the most of what time you had. He wanted this date to be a surprise, giving you little to no information just saying to wear something couple.

So you put on your most homely clothes and some simple jewelry. He added to bring a blanket and snacks. A movie date! He did enjoy watching movies at home, but sometimes ‘in the theaters was just better, he would say. You loved but hated movie dates as midway through the file someone would notice him having to leave at an awkward time.

“Want popcorn?” he asked, opening the door for you,” Yeah, sure,” he told you. He picked out a horror movie that had recently come out. You noticed the theater's lobby wasn’t filled. It was a Friday night, everyone and their mamas should be there. “ Shouldn’t there be more people, it’s Friday?” you asked.

“Oh yeah, I bought our theater and the surrounding two,” he remembered.” Forget to tell you."

You sat in the empty theater, previews playing, you thought he was joking until you saw the ticket receipt on his phone when he went to the bathroom. It was not cheap.

“They’re still playing? I was hoping it was over about time I got back,” he said across the aisle,“ I got this whole theater, and you're sitting at the edge of an aisle?” He laughed while taking a seat.

You sat in disbelief

ERLING

Pass the controller

Erling had finally got the Call of Duty game he'd been yapping about, and you two were taking turns in the story mode when the other died. Well, if he died, 30 minutes have passed.

“Babe, can you die?” You whined, looking up at your boyfriend from his lap. “It’s been like an hour,” grabbing his face to annoy him. He moaned and gave you the controller.“ I got distracted by your face.”

“Because I’m so beautiful, right?” You gave him a smirk and jumped in his arms, kissing his cheeks. “Something like that,” he joked while pulling you closer. You gave him one last kiss before pushing his face away and grabbing the controller. He sat up, put his back on the bed frame and grabbed your hips to put you back in his lap.

He put his head on your shoulder while watching you play. The campaign was going well until he decided to move his big ass leg, and it threw you off. “You made me die, you fucking titan.”

“You once made me wait an hour for your sims game,” he rolled his eyes while grabbing something off the desk. “Can you even die in sims?”

“Yes, did you even watch me play?” You sighed.

Get it yourself

“Thank goodness your controller came in, I was going crazy having to take turns,” he admitted. While giving him the new Xbox controller. He made sure to get it in your favorite color, even coming with its own little stand that could hold headphones as well, “and don’t break this one.”

“It was an accident. I told you not to scare me when I play a horror game.” You did, but he didn’t listen. That night you decided to play ‘escape the back rooms” with a few girlfriends and Haaland thought it was the perfect time to scare you.

Maybe it was your fault for making your room dark and not being on your toes around him, but he barely touched your shoulders and the screech you let out broke the sound barrier in your headset. In the heat of the moment, you dropped the controller and turned fast. It gave you whip flash.

“Babe, it’s just me,” Harland let out a deep chuckle. “Your food is done,” he tried to play it off.

“Dude, my controller is dead,” you gasped. The controller looked like you had dropped it down 12 stories, even the light was gone in the little Xbox logo. “ Harland, I’m going to kill you.”

“I’ll buy you a new one, my bad honey,” he responded. “I got you good, I have to admit that.”

“What do we learn from that experience though ?” You asked. “To scare you better,” he smirked, you eyed the tall man. “Shut up you tree.”

MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI

Warning: Reader has a V, fingering, crying, begging, P in V, breeding, praise, pet names, and size kink

Jude

“Jude, please,” you moaned into his ear while he worked 2 fingers in and out of you. He had you on your back in your shared bed, his teeth in your neck, you wanted more. Needed it at this point. His fingers were making you see stars. It was a shame how you sounded under this man. “What baby? Use your words” He murmured, still leaving marks on your neck, your back arched off the bed, the knot in your stomach was becoming too much.

You could feel the tears in your eyes from the pleasure. It didn’t help he was in your ear telling you how much of a good girl you were, you could feel his smirk against your neck. “What do you want so badly?” He teased. His fingers were just shallow of your entrance, slowly moving while he used his thumb to rub your sensitive clit.

“To come, Jude please,” you begged him, grabbing his arm as a way of telling him to keep moving. “Good girl,” he was pumping his fingers again, this time hitting deeper. He left your neck and met your lips. He loved when he could feel your cries, the sounds that came out your mouth made his go faster he was focused on pleasing you forgetting about his own, ignoring the painful member he had between his legs.

“I’m close oh Jude please,” you cried out. You could feel your legs start to shake. Jude could feel you start to tighten around his fingers. He pulled them out, using his fingers to rub your clit. Your mind went blank as it washed over you, you could feel your legs about to close, but he held your legs open so he could watch it all, your chest rising up and down while all you could do was cry out his name.

ERLING

“I miss you, this.” You were on your stomach a pillow for the extra support your back arched, giving him more access to your cunt. His large hand was on the back of your neck, his other was above your head to balance himself on the bed. “But did you miss me?” He slid in mid-sentence, moaning on the pillow. All that could come out of your mouth was a sob.

“I missed it so much, baby,” you got out. He kept his speed, slowly teasing you. He loved teasing you, loved seeing how small he makes you under him, deep moans came from his lips. “Taking me so well” he muttered. The long strokes made a knot in your stomach that you missed so much. You reached down and rubbed your clit with a finger, “Baby, give me more please,” you begged, your voice filled with no shame.

The begging turned him on so much he decided he was going to give him what he wanted. The once slow strokes were now rough and the skin of your ass was hitting his thighs. “Tell me how much you love it,” he breathed, grabbing your hips and thrusting up. You couldn’t help the line of cuss words that came out your mouth,” so much”

erling haaland x femreader x jude bellingham

Haaland and Bellingham have never liked the same girl, until she came and made the friendship little complicated

-Based off challengers (basically the hotel room scene)

Warning: Threesome(M,M,F), Domfemreader, subjude, switchhaaland, rubbing through clothes, pet names, alcohol used and mentioned

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There was one beer left, the three of you had been sharing a case in the room, the men laid out while you leaned up against the king bed, both had a weak smile and dark red tint to their faces from the alcohol.

You knew both boys liked you, Haaland’s flirty touches, his deep eye contact, and his best friend? Couldn’t hide it even if he tried, he became a nervous wreck when you were around, Haaland once teased him when he froze up talking to you, you thought they were cute so you had an amazing idea.

“Has this always happened?” Jude and Haaland turned their attention to you. “Liking the same girl?” You asked with a playful smirk on your face. “No, we usually have different taste” Haaland answered truthfully, taking another sip of his beer. Jude almost choked on his drink. “Jude, you suck at hiding you like me,” you giggle, reaching out to rub the side of his face. You got up, and the boys followed in a heart beat. “You guys are so cute,”.

“Do you guys want to have fun?” Jude to your right and Haaland to your left. The room was suddenly hot, Jude felt like he was about to melt. “Please,” he whispered. He was embarrassed to admit he could feel himself wanting more.

Haaland said yes, waiting for you to make the first move. You leaned into Haaland first, using your other hand to hold Jude’s face as a way of telling him to wait. Haaland tasted like the cheap beer you guys had been drinking. You used your other hand to go through his long blonde hair, slightly pulling it. He let out a whimper that made a knot in your stomach. You and Haaland both were fighting for dominance in each other’s mouths.

Jude had been waiting for his turn. This had to be the most embarrassing night of his life. He could feel himself growing while watching his best friend kissing the girl he liked.

You turned your attention to Jude, your hand was on his neck as your lips attacked the other side of it. He let out a whine, he made eye contact with Haaland who let out a chuckle watching his friend. You made her way up to his jawline, giving him light kisses. Jude begged her to kiss him, who knew how submissive he could be. You smiled against his jaw and finally kissed the starved man. You put a hand on his clothed member, slightly rubbing it through the fabric. “Tell me what you want baby” you whispered against his lips.

“You,fuck both of you, I don’t care,”

he mumbled in the kiss. That pulled you away. “Haaland want to join us?” You looked at him, “Fuck yeah” He was about to lean in, but you stopped him. He looked confused until you grabbed both their jaws, pulling them in at the same time, you could taste them at the same time, the knot in your stomach was now a hot tingly sensation between your thighs. You pulled back.

The best friends were still kissing deep, Jude’s hands on the back of the blonde's neck, deep moans came from haaland as Jude bit his lip while pulling away to catch air. After a few seconds, they went back, Haaland taking the lead holding his friend close like he was gonna lose him.