Biyjay

Mentally in Paris smoking with my friends

[biyjay]

i seriously don’t want to be mean but i don’t think writing is for you 😭 pls just stop i had to physically stop myself from recoiling reading your fics

If you don’t like them then don’t read them 😭 like its not hard , but thanks for the feedback tho will try to write better.

[biyjay]

Rosemary

Pairing: jo.bellingham x fem!reader

Summary: after making out with Jobe Bellingham in the club last night, you got yourself many followers, a date with the footballer and potentially a boyfriend. ;)

<3 part one

“And then he said goodnight and left ”

Your girlfriend’s mouth was wide open, stunned that all of this happened in just one night. Apparently in just 3 hours you will be on a date with Jobe. Anna, Olivia and Hayu were veryyy supportive of the situation between you and Jobe. But you weren’t the only one getting teased or interviewed, Jobe has been getting annoyed by his older brother Jude.

Jude couldn’t stop annoying Jobe, it’s funny seeing him blush just at the sight of your instagram posts.

“Mate she’s a fine ting ngl” one of Jobes Friends commented you were in fact a very beautiful woman, and you did not hide it on social media. You even noticed that some of Jobes teammates liked either your story or one of your posts. Hell even Jude started following you on Instagram.

Going on a date is cool but getting ready for one is hard. Your whole closet is on the floor , clothes spreaded like the tomato sauce on the pizza bread. Olivia is laughing, also exhausted because she wouldn’t know what to wear. Like what do you wear on a date with Jobe?? Both of you started to think hard like high school students who are high during their exam.

„What about the short black dress?“

„Idk liv its kinda coming off as if im a hoe“

„but wearing that jeans top is a dumb idea then“

„It is , fuuuuuck what do we do?“

Oliva thought really hard and looked at all of the clothes that were even optional. Both of you have different styles so this males it even more complicated, but Olivia is destined to become a stylist, so you trust her. But right now you have only two outfits who would be perfect. The short black dress, its classic and actually very cute but you don’t know if it comes off well. The jeans pair, top and bottom, both of you had an heart attack finding this but it actually enhances your body.

“Black dress, that’s my final choice” you looked at Olivia who was already handing you the dress. Holding the dress you looked at the mirror again. With your hair done and makeup already covering your face, you only missed your dress. Yeah Olivia better get that job her vision is good.

“Yeah fuck it a little black dress never goes wrong”

“Finally, would have pimp slapped you if you actually wanted to wear a jeans outfit” you rolled your eyes on your best friend and she just smiled at you.

“Kitten heels or normal-”

“Kitten ofcourse!”

At exactly 7:40 PM, the sweep of headlights illuminated your front window. You took one last, nervous breath, smoothing down the fabric of your short black dress in the hallway mirror.

Meeting a guy in a loud, crowded club and making out with him against a dimly lit bathroom wasn’t your usual way of finding romance. But Jobe had been different. There was an instant, magnetic pull between you two, and when he texted you yesterday asking to take you to dinner, you hadn’t hesitated.

You opened the front door just as he was raising his hand to knock.

Jobe stood on your porch, dressed in a crisp, dark button down shirt, looking effortlessly handsome. The moment he saw you, his hand dropped. His eyes widened slightly, taking in the black dress, and a faint, endearing dusting of pink touched his cheeks. The cool, confident guy from the club was suddenly replaced by someone who looked genuinely starstruck.

“Hi,” you smiled, leaning against the doorframe.

“Wow,” Jobe breathed out, shaking his head with a boyish, unguarded smile. “You look… you look absolutely incredible. I mean, I knew you were gorgeous last night, but wow.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Bellingham,” you teased, feeling a rush of butterflies at his reaction.

He led you to his car, opening the passenger door for you with a small bow that made you laugh. As he slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine, the familiar, smooth beat of Drake’s Passionfruit filled the car.

“Drake?” you asked, raising an eyebrow playfully as you buckled your seatbelt. “Setting the mood, are we?”

Jobe laughed, pulling out of your driveway. “Hey, you can’t go wrong with Drake on a night drive. Plus, I needed something to calm my nerves. I was half terrified you were going to text me and cancel.”

“Cancel? After we made out?” you joked, settling into the leather seat.

The drive to the restaurant was effortless. The city lights blurred past the windows, the bass of the music wrapping around you both in the cozy space of the car. You found yourselves singing along to the chorus, laughing when Jobe dramatically lip synced a verse directly to you at a red light. As the light turned green, he shifted his hand from the steering wheel, resting it on the center console. Slowly, gently, he laced his fingers through yours. His thumb stroked the back of your hand, and he didn’t let go for the rest of the drive.

You pulled up to the Italian restaurant right at 8pm. The warm, golden glow of the building spilled out onto the pavement, smelling richly of roasting tomatoes and garlic.

Inside, the hostess led you to a cozy, candlelit booth tucked away in the back corner. Instead of sitting across from you, Jobe slid into the curved seat right next to you, his knee brushing yours under the table.

The dinner was a blur of giddy, electric energy. It was the pure, intoxicating rush of young love ,the kind where every shared laugh feels like a secret and every accidental touch sends a jolt straight to your chest. You talked about everything, stealing bites of each other’s pasta and arguing playfully over which dessert to share. Despite his height and his quiet confidence, he kept finding excuses to look at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners every time you smiled.

“You know,” Jobe murmured softly, his hand finding yours again on top of the white tablecloth as the waiter cleared your plates. “In the sober light of day… I think I like you even more than I did last night. And I really, really liked you last night.”

You felt a warm flush creep up your neck. “I like you too, Jobe.”

By the time you walked back out to his car, the night air had turned crisp. You shivered slightly in your short dress, and before you could even say a word, Jobe was shrugging off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders. It was huge on you, smelling faintly of his cologne.

“Thank you,” you smiled, pulling the lapels closer together.

He didn’t step back. Instead, his hands lingered on your shoulders, and he stepped closer, gently backing you against the passenger side door of his car. The streetlights cast a soft halo around him.

Last night, your kisses had been rushed, fueled by adrenaline and heavy club music. But tonight was different.

Jobe reached up, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes flicked down to your lips, asking a silent question. You answered by tilting your head up, closing the final inch between you.

When his lips met yours, it was slow, sweet, and incredibly deliberate. It was a kiss that tasted like tiramisu and the promise of a hundred more dates just like this one. You let your hands rest on his chest, feeling the steady, rapid beat of his heart beneath his shirt, matching the frantic rhythm of your own.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, a wide, goofy smile spreading across his face.

“So,” Jobe whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

Authors note: I hope I cooked something , requests are open, no weird shi thoo.

[biyjay]

Rainy likes

Pairings : b.Barcelona x fem!reader

Summary: You and your best friend Bradley had a movie night. Both of you are veryy close and share feelings for each other but its unbeknown by the other side.

The rain was drumming a steady, quiet rhythm against the floor to ceiling windows of Bradley’s Paris apartment, but he barely heard it. His attention was entirely anchored to the space right next to him on the couch.

You.

You were currently curled up, wearing one of his oversized grey hoodies that swallowed your frame, completely engrossed in whatever was playing on the TV. Your head was resting casually against his shoulder, a position that was entirely second nature to you after years of being best friends.

For you, it was just comfort. For Bradley, it was a quiet, beautiful kind of torture.

He shifted slightly, and you absentmindedly adjusted your position, pressing a little closer to his side. Bradley swallowed hard, his eyes dropping to the top of your head. He could smell your shampoo, something sweet and vanilla mixed with the familiar scent of his own laundry detergent.

It had been like this for months. Maybe longer. Somewhere between the late night phone calls, the shared pizzas after his matches, and the comfortable silences, the line had blurred for him. He didn’t just want to be the guy you called when you were bored. He wanted to be the reason you smiled when you looked at your phone. He wanted to hold your hand without needing the excuse of pulling you through a crowded street.

But you were completely, frustratingly oblivious. You still playfully shoved him when he teased you, still talked to him about guys you thought were cute, and still looked at him with those clear, trusting eyes that saw him only as a best friend. He was terrified that if he said anything, he would shatter the easy dynamic you shared. So, he kept his mouth shut and let himself quietly yearn for you from a few inches away.

“Bradley?” your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. You had tilted your head up to look at him, your brow furrowed in slight confusion.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice coming out a little rougher than he intended.

“Are you even watching the movie?” you asked, shifting so you were facing him properly. You tucked your legs beneath you. “You’ve been staring at the side of my head for like, ten minutes. Do I have something in my hair?”

You reached up to brush a hand through your hair, but before you could, Bradley caught your wrist. It was a reflex, a sudden need to bridge the gap. His fingers wrapped gently around your forearm, his thumb resting against your pulse point.

You froze. The playful annoyance faded from your face, replaced by a sudden, acute awareness.

Bradley didn’t let go. He couldn’t. He looked at you, really looked at you, letting the carefully constructed walls he usually kept up around you crumble just a little. His dark eyes traced the line of your jaw, the soft curve of your cheek, and finally, they dropped to your lips. He didn’t say a word, but the heavy, charged silence in the room suddenly spoke volumes.

“Bradley…” you whispered, your voice barely carrying over the sound of the rain.

For the first time, you saw it. It was right there in the way he was looking at you, a quiet, desperate kind of longing that made your breath hitch. The realization hit you all at once, recontextualizing every lingering hug, every intense gaze, every time he had chosen to stay in with you rather than go out with his teammates.

He swallowed, his gaze flicking back up to meet yours. He looked vulnerable, as if he was waiting for you to pull away, to laugh it off, to tell him he was being weird.

But you didn’t move. Your heart was suddenly hammering against your ribs.

Taking your silence as a fragile permission, Bradley slowly released your wrist, moving his hand up to cup your cheek. His long fingers brushed through the hair at the nape of your neck, his thumb gently tracing your cheekbone. His touch was incredibly gentle, almost reverent.

“Please tell me to stop if I’m reading this wrong,” he murmured, his voice incredibly low, his face now only inches from yours.

You couldn’t have spoken even if you tried. Instead, you let your eyes flutter shut and leaned the tiniest fraction of an inch forward, closing the distance.

Bradley let out a shaky breath, and then his lips were on yours. It wasn’t rushed or forceful; it was soft, hesitant, and incredibly tender, pouring months of unspoken feelings into a single touch. When you brought your hands up to rest against his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt to pull him closer, he let out a quiet sigh against your mouth. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him, finally erasing the agonizing space between you.

When you finally pulled back, just enough to catch your breath, Bradley kept his forehead rested against yours. A small, genuine smile broke across his face, the yearning finally replaced by relief.

“Took you long enough to notice,” he whispered

Authors note: was requested by @tortilety , requests are btw open. No weird shi tho 🫩

[biyjay]

Hi! Could you write something about Barcola? Like, the reader and he are best friends—he really likes her, but she doesn't realize it., please? Thanks!

Yess ofc!! Which player specifically tjo? Or do i just choose?

[biyjay]

Party Monsta

pairing: jo.bellingham x fem!reader

summary: being a fashion student at one of the top fashion unis made it easy to get invited to parties where celebrities always are. One night you made out with a very handsome stranger. The next morning you realized it was jobe.

<3 part two

You were young , in college and an raging alcoholic,

So the club became naturally your second home. The security, bartenders and hell even the cleaning lady knew you by your full name.

But today’s club event wasn’t only for partying, but to get connections. Your friend Hayu informed the group chat that there were fashion designers , models and footballers attending in the club for tonight which excited the fashion student in you.

You wore a black mini skirt and a tight red camisole which made your baby pink bra shine through the corners of the top. While putting on some necklaces you realized that you haven’t had a shot of vodka yet , so u knocked one shot in you (still making that sour face) and were ready to go.

Hayu and the girls had all gotten drunk before they even went in. So you all knew this meant the night will be the best night of your lives.

Getting in wasn’t hard but the club was very full. You and your friends didn’t waste a second and went straight to the dance floor. Dancing while the warm alcohol is swimming in your empty stomach is not recommended (except for experienced people). But the DJ was soo good for the night , everyone was feeling his songs and the transitions , making the room full of expensive perfumes , short skirts and sweaty bodies move.

Jobe and his friends were also in the dance floor and enjoying themselves after a hard week of work. One of his friends is very close with the main club visitors. He already met 3 lovely ladies , that were very kind but one looks like she fancies him ,said his friend. The girl was no other than Hayu.

“You dont get it , he was sooo handsome and veeery tall!”Hayu couldn’t shut up about the handsome stranger , who she met with olivia and anna. Which made you wonder if he really was this fine. “Hayuu please let it go and swing those hips more!!” Olivia yelled making you agree more. If Hayu finds a guy attractive its veryy rare which made you guys happy for her but yall weren’t here to find your husbands.

“Guys!! I will get more to drink im kinda sobering up” the girls nodded, making you squeeze through sweaty people and barely making it out alive.

Jobes eyes catched you, making his head follows your body. You are beautiful ,like very beautiful. He has seen many beautiful women but you caught his attention ,making him actually leave his group and trying to find you again.

Of course he finds you by the bar , ordering 2 tequila shots. You lied when you said you were sobering up, you just wanted something to drink and a little bit of peace.

„Hey“ well fuck that peace i guess

You turned around, already pissed off that your bartender is taking his time and now a fucking MAN tries to talk to you? No way.

But this man was a very tall one , making you look up to see the most attractive looking man you have ever seen. He reminded you of someone but you couldn’t pinpoint who.

„Is everythin’ alright?“ well if that wasn’t a yummy br‘ish accent. While you were thirsting over him , the poor man could only laugh.

„Everthin‘ is great“ you teased him making one of his eyebrows higher than the other.

„Are you from here?“

„Yea i live here but im actually from my mom yk“

He bursted out laughing making you giggle with him.

Your bartender and you had eye contact and he looked at jobe and then back to you , giving you the wink and finally your two tequila shots.

„Two shots by yourself?“ he looked concerned but you gave him one , and he gladly took it.

You two were talking an awful lot more after the shots, literally talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

Jobe was very nice to talk to and also obviously to look at. You weren’t really looking for anything at the moment but if you wanted to jobe would be the one. He obviously shown signs of wanting to pursue you, flirty looks , light touching and lots of eye contact.

~

“Ooh fuck- jobe!!!” you moaned while he kisses that one sensitive spot under your ear. His hands are holding the back of your thighs , while they hug his waist and god damn does he have hard abs. You have been grinding on them a couple of times and you never knew that it feels so good.

“Be quiet, don’t want them to hear you ,do you?” He whispered before smashing his lips against yours , swallowing your moans and whimpers.

You both started to grind on each other while your lips were still kissing. Never have you ever been this needy for some dick but who wouldn’t?

Both of you stopped making out, but the grinding was getting rougher and messier. Jobe closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against yours. You could tell if that continues, that you will either end up at his place or he ends up at your place, orr worse you guys fuck in the clubs girls bathroom. Jobe realized that this needs to stop now. He isn’t a easy person but a good make out wont hurt but he just couldn’t hook up drunk with a drunk woman he just met.

„Lets bring you home“ he said , looking down at you. Your neck had slight hickeys and one bite mark from the footballer. What killed him the most were your eyes, your eyes looked up at him making them bigger. Jobe could just see the neediness but you were drunk. You nodded your head and he gently helped you out of the bathroom.

Jobe took your hand and leads you through the club, searching for the exit. Even though you were drunk out of your mind, you could still sense peoples eyes on you. The crowd made space for jobe out of respect which made you wonder if he was a celebrity.

Finally you guys got out of that club. The night breeze kissed your skin beautifully and the cold breeze felt so nice. Jobe couldn’t get his eyes off you, you were even more beautiful under the moonlight than those colors that change every time you blink. He took your hand , which was still in his and kissed it. It was more intimate than the scene in the bathroom.

Jobe drove you home and carried you after you complained about your kitten heels hurting your feets. Holding you in his arms just felt so right, neither if you wanted the night to end but nothing is forever.

Your body was gently placed on your bed, jobe puts your blanket over your sleepy drunken body. He smiled at the sight , you were truly something.

“Good night y/n”

You woke up with the worst hangover of your life, everything ached and your ears could hear colors.

Grabbing for your phone , looking at the huge amount of notifications. Wtf?

Lots of instagram and the group chat notifications. You went straight to the group chat and red the latest texts

Hayu 🪽: no fucking way is y/n trending on x

Hayu🪽sent a photo

Anna👺: is that fucking jobe bellingham??

Olivia 🫒: babes she has been on my fyp since 3am

Olivia 🫒: bitches are jelly of her lmaooo

Hayu🪽: Wanted him 🥹

Olivia 🫒: babe there’s a ocean full with fishes to hunt

Anna 👺: doesn’t he have an older brother?

Olivia 🫒: ohh pls fuck him

Hayu 🪽: yall he has a gf 😭

Olivia 🫒: if there’s no ring on that finger , there’s still a chance to get fingered

Anna 👺: and ppl say Shakespeare is dead 😭😭

Hayu 🪽: he’s dada fr

Anna 👺: yall say y/n and jobe fucked?

Olivia 🫒: they better , y/n hope u got that bell in ham

Hayu 🪽: bruhh livv 😭😭

Y/n : yall we didn’t fuck but we made hella out

Olivia 🫒: someone woke up

Hayu 🪽: what happened yesterday??

Y/n : will tell you everything over dinner

Anna 👺 : alright 👍

You went in instagram and saw that you gained lots of followers. Yesterday you had 12k followers and now you have 302k followers. What.the.fuck.

Olivia wasn’t joking when she said you were trending, you were also trending on Instagram. Some Jobe fan accounts reported that Jobe was seen last night with a woman and also follows her, that made you check if that last part was even true. And it was true. Jobe fucking Bellingham was following you. Wtf.

Hell you even got an dm from him.

Jobe: hope you slept well, had a great time with you last night 🙃

Jobe: when can i see you again?

Ughh he was such a sweetheart

Y/n : slept fine , just woke up with the worst hangover ever 😓

Y/n : can we meet up tomorrow?

Jobe : yess , how does Italian restaurant at 8pm sound like?

You immediately went to the group chat

Y/n : tomorrow 8pm im going on a date with jobe

Y/n : yall im so fucking nervous

Olivia 🫒: OMGGG WHATT

Anna 👺: thats great to hear!!!

Hayu 🪽: soo happy for you 🫶🏻!!

You went back to Jobes text

Y/n : like heaven 🪽

Jobe : great 😊 can’t wait

Y/n : me too 🥰

Jobe reacted with “❤️” to your message

Authors note: yall i wrote this in one go so plss dont judge if it was written a lil shitty but i still hope you enjoyed it 💕. Pls give feedbacks and request.

[biyjay]

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ <3 jobe bellingham headcanons (some are freaky ones)

pairings‎: ‎‎ bf!jo.bellingham & fem!reader

summary:‎ ‎ ‎ jobe headcanons if he was your footballer boyfie

Boyfriend!jobe who… has a playlist about you, corny love songs aren’t the only songs on there but songs that you listen to and songs both of you jam to in the car after a date.

Boyfriend!jobe who… stalks your instagram before training AND after 😭 like he is soo obsessed with his beautiful girlfriend that he cant start the training without seeing your face :(( (even tho he was at your place before training lmaoo).

Boyfriend!jobe who… not only likes to see your face before training buutt during missionary too. He NEEDS to see how you feel after he hits that spot a little too hard. Jobe loves looking into your eyes, demanding direct eye contact when things get intense. If you try to hide your face in the pillow or cover your eyes because you’re embarrassed by how loudly you’re moaning, he will gently take your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look at him.

Boyfriend!jobe who…keeps a photo of you in his wallet.

Boyfriend!jobe who… loves hickeys/bitting marks, both receiving and giving . He doesn’t know why but seeing you under him , bodies sweaty and wet, and your neck with big dark spots and some biting marks. Gets him weak fr. But on himself it gets him hard again, because he loves it when a woman is in charge of him. Just you on top of him, sitting on his lap , both of his big hands on the base of your upper thighs , his head getting pulled backwards by you , while you work on his neck , sucking and biting Haaard. Yeah, he loves that.

Boyfriend!jobe who… has a weakness seeing you being good with kids. He doesn’t know why but it makes him smiley and feel warm inside.

[nnymph0]

patiently waiting for the 2026 world cup to revive football tumblr

[land0sc21]

Plsss I need more Joao Felix fics

[rafesteddy]

[acciohunks]

Vanity Fair outtakes

📸 by Matthew Brookes

[starzioo]

i biblically need this man.

[donyalelunaaslore]

[ilzzey]

[undefiinedd33]

[juliasbored]

[jamesfrancowife]

who wants to hold me and tell me they’re proud of me while kissing my face

[xxxtentacion]

give me a senior quote

if you’re not gonna graduate shake that money maker.

[bpddexter]