#rma

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader

Summary: Nine times Jude felt a strange warmth whenever he was around you, and one time he finally realized what it was.

Word Count: 1.8K

Author’s note: took a break from writing, but i’m back with a little fluffy Jude fic 🤍 i’ll start getting through my requests as well 🫂

The type of relationship you and Jude had was very special to him. It hasn’t been too long since you two became a couple and he wasn’t the type to get too serious, too fast. He preferred keeping things casual — no heavy responsibilities, no complicated emotions, just light and easy. But that all shifted when you walked into his life. It was like a switch flipped, and suddenly, what used to feel complicated or burdensome didn’t seem that way anymore. He found out how peaceful it could be to have the right person by your side. With you, everything felt good, natural. He was attracted to you, sure, but it went far beyond that. There was this deep respect, an admiration that ran much deeper than anything he had ever experienced before. And he was glad to have you in his life.

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pairing: jude bellingham x reader

summary: in which your daughter decides that you’re only hers and jude’s not allowed to touch you

warnings: none

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it was another cozy saturday at home, the scent of freshly baked cookies still hanging in the air. you were curled up on the couch with a cup of tea, enjoying the quiet of the afternoon. everything felt peaceful, until the familiar sound of boots clicking against the floor broke the silence.

jude walked in, looking tired but smiling, his eyes lighting up when he saw sophia. “hey, princess!” he called, and in an instant, sophia dropped her toys and rushed into his arms.

“daddy!” she squealed, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck as he lifted her up, spinning her in the air. jude’s face softened as he kissed the top of her head, their laughter filling the room.

you smiled, watching them, but it wasn’t long before sophia’s eyes shifted to you. she wriggled in jude’s arms, eager to get to you, her little hands reaching for you.

“mama!” she called, her voice full of excitement.

jude blinked in surprise as sophia slipped from his hold, tumbling into your lap. you wrapped your arms around her, holding her close as she snuggled against you.

“well, that’s just great,” jude said, pretending to sulk as he sat down beside you. “guess i’m chopped liver now, huh?”

you laughed, brushing a strand of hair from sophia’s face. “you know she loves you, too,” you teased.

sophia, hearing you, glanced over at jude, her little face scrunching up in concentration. her arms tightened around you protectively, and she shook her head, her voice firm. “no. mine.”

jude raised an eyebrow, his playful pout deepening. “she’s claiming you as her own, huh?” he leaned in closer to you, his arm brushing against yours, hoping to sneak in some attention, but sophia immediately moved between you and him, practically blocking him out.

“mine,” she repeated, her voice becoming more insistent.

jude leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. “fine, fine. i’ll just sit here and wait, then,” he said, dramatically slouching in defeat.

you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight, but your heart swelled a little at how protective sophia was. “come on, soph,” you said softly, running a hand through her hair. “daddy loves you too, right?”

sophia glanced up at you, then over at jude, who was still pouting. her eyes softened for a moment, as if weighing the decision, but then she glanced back at you with a pout of her own.

“mine,” she muttered again, but her voice was quieter this time.

jude leaned in slowly, gently reaching for you. “come on, baby girl, can daddy get a hug, too?” he asked, his voice sweet, though the little trace of jealousy was still there.

sophia hesitated, clearly still reluctant to share you. but after a few seconds, she sighed dramatically and then—very carefully—leaned back slightly, making just enough room for jude to wrap his arm around you too.

“just a little,” she grumbled, her eyes narrowing in a mix of protectiveness and love.

jude wasted no time, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “thanks, kiddo,” he whispered, his voice full of affection. “you’re the best.”

you smiled, holding both of them close, feeling the love radiate from the two most important people in your life. sophia snuggled back into your arms, clearly content now that everything was back to her terms. jude, on the other hand, still gave her a playful look, but he couldn’t hide the warmth in his eyes.

“you know,” jude teased, “i might just have to take you on a mommy-daddy date to get some more hugs.”

sophia looked up at him with a serious expression. “no,” she said, almost a little too seriously, “mine.”

and just like that, jude surrendered to the little boss of the house, grinning at you as he leaned back, his arm still around you. “i guess i’ll just have to wait for my turn, huh?”

kylian x wife!reader

nsfw [18+] warnings! trying for a baby, soft and gentle sex, oral (f receiving)

summary, the sun is setting, the breeze is warm, and you finally tell him you’re ready to start a family.

The villa is quiet, save for the soft rustling of linen curtains drifting in the breeze. The sun is dipping low, painting the entire room in honeyed gold. The ocean glimmers in the distance, and warm light dances across the polished floor, casting long, lazy shadows.

You're both lying on the bed, freshly showered from a late swim, your skin still warm from the sun. Kylian is propped up on his elbow beside you, his eyes tracing every line of your face like he’s memorising it all over again.

He’s been quieter today, softer than usual. Not in a sad way, just thoughtful. His fingers trail down your arm, slow and featherlight.

“What are you thinking about?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, though there's no one around to hear.

His eyes lift to yours. They’re so full of love it almost knocks the air out of you.

“You,” he murmurs. “You… and how lucky I am. And… the future. Us.”

You already know what he means.

You’ve seen it in the way he looks at children lately, his smile a little more wistful, his gaze lingering a bit longer. You’ve felt it in the way he holds you like he’s ready to build something new with you, something permanent and beautiful.

You reach for his hand and place it flat against your stomach.

“I’ve been thinking about it too,” you say softly. He stills, eyes locked on yours.

“Kylian… I’m ready. If you still want to try—I want to.”

He blinks like he’s not sure he heard you right. “Are you serious?”

You nod, your voice catching with emotion. “All I know is that I love you. And that I want this, I want this with you. No pressure. No perfect plan. Just… us.”

He leans in and kisses you, slow, deep, reverent. Like he’s pouring every ounce of gratitude, every unsaid “thank you” into your lips. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me,” he whispers. “I love you. So much.”

His hands are gentle as they move across your body, like he’s rediscovering you all over again, like he’s savoring every second. There’s no rush, only tenderness. The kind that makes your heart ache in the best way.

“You okay?” he murmurs, thumb brushing your cheek, watching your every reaction.

You nod, kissing his jaw. “Never been more sure of anything.”

His hand slides down your side, fingers skimming the hem of your shirt before slipping underneath. You lift your arms to help him take it off, and soon, he’s pressing his bare chest against yours, skin to skin.

He takes his time, like always, like you deserve to be worshipped. His mouth finds your neck, your collarbone, the swell of your breasts. Each kiss is slow and tender, almost like he’s thanking you. His hand slips between your thighs, teasing over your underwear, already damp with anticipation.

“You’re so wet already,” he breathes, voice low and warm. “God, baby…”

You whimper as his fingers slide over the soaked fabric, then push it aside to find you. He strokes you slowly, deliberately, watching every flicker of pleasure cross your face. His thumb brushes your clit in lazy circles, coaxing soft moans from your throat.

“Let me take my time with you,” he whispers, eyes locked on yours.

You nod, gasping softly. “Please…”

He moves down your body, kissing your stomach, your thighs, until he’s nestled between your legs. The first slow drag of his tongue makes you cry out, hips lifting into his mouth. He hums softly, like he’s savoring every taste, every sound you make. His fingers slide inside you as his tongue moves in tandem, drawing you closer and closer until you're trembling.

When he finally pulls away, his mouth shiny with you, he kisses your inner thigh and crawls back up your body.

“You taste like heaven,” he murmurs, voice wrecked with want. He hooks his fingers in the side of your underwear, slowly pulling the fabric down your legs, lips following as he kisses down to your ankle.

He comes back up, dark eyes peering into yours. He strokes his finger along your cheek, watching the flutter of your eyelashes as you close your eyes. The feel of his warm skin against yours is familiar, and you wish you could stay like this forever.

He slides inside you slowly, stretching you with that delicious, familiar fullness. You both gasp, his forehead pressed to yours, hands holding your hips like he’s anchoring himself in the moment.

Nothing rushed. Just you and him, rocking together in the fading light. You wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him close as he moves deep and slow, every stroke like a promise.

He whispers to you the whole time, how much he loves you, how beautiful you are, how lucky he feels that you’re his. His lips find your shoulder, your neck, your mouth. You whisper back, your heart open, your body open, just for him.

“I love you,” he whispers. “So much.”

Your hands cradle his face as you kiss him. “I love you too. So much it hurts.”

The air is thick with heat and emotion, your bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. His name leaves your lips over and over like a prayer as he keeps whispering sweet things between moans.

“You’re everything to me…” “I want to give you everything…” “You’ll be such a good mother…” “You’re mine. Always.”

It builds slowly, wave after wave of pleasure curling tighter inside you. And when it crashes, it’s with a sob of his name, your whole body trembling in his arms.

He follows moments later, spilling deep inside you with a quiet groan, hips pressing flush against yours as he holds you tight.

After you stay tangled up in each other, his head resting on your chest, your fingers tracing down his nose, his jaw, his lips. The room is quiet again, filled with the sound of your breathing and the soft wind rolling off the sea.

You look toward the open doors, the sky now turning dusky pink.

“Do you think… it could happen this time?” you ask, voice barely audible.

Kylian lifts his head, eyes soft and full of love. “If it does… amazing. If not, then we try again. As many times as it takes. I’ll never stop wanting this with you.”