#futbol

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Mural en San Andrés Cholula, Puebla. 2026

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Jude Bellingham

[ccamz]

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.‎ pairings‎ ‎ ‎ bf!jo.bellingham & fem!reader

.‎ summary ‎ ‎ ‎ jobe headcanons if he was your footballer boyfie

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boyfriend!jobe ... he's the kind to bring you home small gifts that remind him of you. or even bring you a fresh bouquet of flowers every few days. it's his little way of showing you're always on his mind.

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boyfriend!jobe ... can't STAND when people disrespect you. will speak up in the moment if needed, and if it's bad enough he'll cut the person off completely after conversing with you first. your opinions and perceptions matter just as much to him in situations.

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boyfriend!jobe ... genuinely is your number one supporter. anything you acheive is also a victory of his own. he would never let himself get in the way of your goals and dreams, but would indeed be the proudest man as he'd stand by your side to cheer you on for anything and everything.

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boyfriend!jobe ... stays soft during arguments. one of his biggest fears is creating a barrier between the two of you due to miscommunication or lack of regulating emotions with one another. he's not necessarily trying to argue, but without communicating it could become something fake and or toxic. which is what he will never let by.

"i know you're upset love, but we still have to talk." he said, sitting on the edge of the bed as you blow dried your hair in the bathroom across.

"there's nothing to talk about, jobe."

he let a soft exhale leave his mouth. then a beat of silence passed. "babe,"

"what." refusing to look over at him through the doorway.

"come here." tone as soft as a man wanting to soothe and understand, not to prove himself right and disregard your point of view.

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boyfriend!jobe ... a handbook gentleman. will not let you open doors first, always pulling out a chair for you, never letting you walk on the road side of the side walk. he never feels pleased nor settled with himself if he does otherwise.

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boyfriend!jobe ... already knows your the one, when you meet his family for the first time and instantly click. family is everything to him, and if he wishes to have one of his own it's superrr important to him that you can fit into his life and household as it is. because that's one thing he's not willingly to change just to make a single relationship work.

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boyfriend!jobe ... loves physical touch. whether it be a hand resting on your lower back in public, or especially in those moments when you two are alone. his arms wrapping around you as you both laid dead on the couch, warm hands slipping up under your shirt, thumbs tracing circling motions.

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boyfriend!jobe ... has a guilty pleasure of being called the sweet nicknames you've established for him. the only difference from him and most guys, is that he WANTS you to do it in public. he wants it to be know that your both completely and utterly devoted to each other.

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boyfriend!jobe ... he hates making you jealous, even if it's not on purpose. but he can't deny the fact that it feeds a part of him, knowing that you love him to that extent.

"i can't believe you" you mumbled. pissed at the girl that had tried to throw herself at YOUR man, to get his attention. the image of her hands on his arm and that stupid, home-wrecking gleam in her eyes imprinted behind your eyelids.

"baby, come on." he let out a low chuckle, but it only held half the usual humor. "she was being friendly. that's it. all right?"

"she looked a second away from trying to jump your bones." now visibly upset, and it made him frown.

he moved to stand infront of you.

"hey. baby, look at me." his hands held your face like you were something so dangerously fragile.

"i've got eyes for no one, but this gorgeous woman before me. this, gorgeous... sweet... and fierce woman." he paused, making sure you were taking in every word as he held eye contact.

"understand?"

it made you melt, all you could do was smile. 'how could one be so lucky.'

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boyfriend!jobe ... takes every chance he can to compliment you. no matter if you believe it or not. he means every word, and he makes sure you know he does. he doesn't like the thought of you seeing yourself for less than what you were. and makes it his mission to remind you everyday.

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boyfriend!jobe ... lowkey has a neck biting kink. ESPECIALLYYY when it's you doing it to him. he loves the feeling of you on top of him, teeth nipping at his skin. that, and the friction from you two grinding is an absolute deadly combination for him.

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@ 𝐂𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐙 ─

isn't much but im soooo tired 😭😭 i'll probably be posting more footballer aus/headcanons now. i've missed my fine ass men.

UPDATE:: taglist uploaded

[mexicontpaymybills]

Statistically, Cabo Verde wasn’t supposed to be here.

And yet… here they are.

The World Cup always gives us one story we’ll never forget. 🇨🇻⚽

Somewhere in Cabo Verde, kids who never thought they’d see their flag in a World Cup knockout match are getting ready to watch their country face Argentina.

Now an entire nation gets to dream for 90 more minutes.

[mildfandom]

erling haaland x reader x jude bellingham

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 NSFW, poly relationship (jude bellingham x reader x erling haaland), double penetration (vaginal + anal), rough sex, choking, hair pulling, spanking, creampie, oral (m & f receiving), slight size kink, praise + degradation mix, aftercare, reader is called princess/slut/good girl. very very filthy, slow build to rough, consent is enthusiastic throughout

𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 this is all i've been thinking about amongst the world cup semi-finals - getting my shit rocked by two 6ft+ greek gods. hope you sluts enjoy, i know i did<3. this is probably the nastiest fic i've ever written tbh but it felt good getting it out. if u guys have any more ideas for poly!jude and erling, send 'em in :3.

sex with erling and jude is always slow at the start.

they love taking their time because they know how big they both are, how much your body has to open up for them. it’s never just fucking — it’s connection, praise, making sure their girl feels like the most cherished thing in the world. you’re safe between them, adored even when they’re balls deep and calling you their perfect little slut. tonight is no different. the lights are low, the big bed in erling’s place swallowing all three of you. you’re already naked, skin warm from the shower you all took together earlier, and they’ve got you laid out on your back like an offering.

jude starts by crawling up your body from the side, his mouth finding the sensitive spot just below your ear. he kisses there slow and wet, lips plush and lingering, then trails down your neck with soft sucks that make your breath hitch.

“been thinking about this all day,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low and velvet.

one of his hands cups your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple in lazy circles until it pebbles under his touch. he leans in and kisses you properly then, deep and unhurried, tongue sliding against yours while his fingers keep playing with your tits, pinching just hard enough to send little sparks straight to your core.

at the same time, erling settles between your spread thighs, his massive shoulders pushing your legs wider. he’s so tall that even on his stomach he takes up so much space, breath hot against your inner thigh as he kisses and nips the soft skin there.

“so pretty for us,” he rumbles, the vibration traveling right through you. his big hands slide under your ass, lifting you slightly like you weigh nothing, and then his mouth is on you.

he starts with broad, slow licks up your entire pussy, tongue flat and warm, tasting every drop of wetness that’s already leaking out of you. he takes his time, exploring every fold, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it gently between his lips. two thick fingers tease at your entrance, rubbing circles there before sliding in inch by inch, stretching you open while his mouth keeps working. he curls them just right, stroking that spot inside you that makes your hips jerk.

jude doesn’t stop kissing you through it. he moves from your mouth to your jaw, down your throat, across your collarbones, then latches onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hand kneads the other breast. the contrast is dizzying — jude’s sensual attention on your upper body while erling devours your pussy like he’s starving. your hands thread into erling’s long strands as your back arches off the bed.

“fuck, you taste so good,” erling groans between long licks, adding a third finger and pumping them deeper.

jude pulls back just enough to watch your face, eyes dark with hunger. “look at you, princess. falling apart already and we’ve barely started. you gonna cum on erling’s tongue for me?”

your thighs are trembling around erling’s head. he sucks your clit harder, fingers thrusting steady and precise, and jude leans down to kiss you again, swallowing every moan and whimper. your orgasm crashes over you slow at first, then all at once. erling’s fingers curl relentlessly inside your pussy while his tongue flicks firm and fast over your swollen clit.

“oh fuck—erling, right there, please don’t stop,” you gasp against jude’s mouth, your voice breaking into a whine.

jude pulls back just enough to watch your face twist in pleasure, his hand still pinching your nipple as you come hard, thighs clamping around erling’s head, hips grinding desperately against his face. waves of heat roll through you, pussy fluttering and soaking his fingers and chin.

“good girl,” erling praises, licking you through every aftershock, slow and gentle until you’re twitching and oversensitive. he finally pulls back, lips shiny, and kisses the inside of your thigh. “taste so fucking sweet when you come for us, princess.”

they give you a moment to breathe, hands stroking your skin softly. jude kisses your forehead. “ready for more, baby? want us both inside you?”

“yes,” you breathe, still hazy and needy. “want you both. please.”

they move you with ease. jude lies back against the pillows, cock hard and curving up against his abs, thick and veiny. you straddle him slow, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. he holds his cock steady for you, guiding the head through your slick folds before you sink down.

the stretch is delicious, inch by inch, your pussy swallowing him until you’re fully seated, clit pressed against his base. “jude… you feel so big like this,” you moan, rolling your hips experimentally, hands braced on his chest.

jude groans, hands gripping your waist. “ride me, princess. nice and slow at first. let us feel you.”

you start moving, lifting and sinking back down in languid rolls, savoring how full he makes you as his cock drags against every sensitive spot inside, and the way he looks up at you — dark eyes, lip caught between his teeth — makes you feel powerful and cherished. behind you, erling kneels close, his enormous frame casting a shadow. one big hand spreads your ass cheeks, and you feel the blunt, heavy head of his cock pressing against your tighter hole.

“breathe for me,” erling murmurs, voice deep. he pushes forward carefully. the head pops in with a slick pop and a burning stretch that makes you whimper loudly. “that’s it… only the tip for now, love. you’re doing so well.”

he rocks shallowly, barely an inch or two, but it’s enough to make you feel impossibly full — jude’s thick cock buried in your pussy while erling’s massive girth stretches your ass.

“oh my fucking god,” you moan, voice shaky as you keep riding jude in that slow rhythm. “so deep… feels so fucking good. don’t stop, please.”

your words turn into little gasps every time erling gives a shallow thrust, his hands holding your hips steady so you don’t take more than you can handle. jude thrusts up gently to meet your movements, hands sliding up to cup your bouncing tits, thumbs rubbing your nipples.

the pace stays slow and sensual for long minutes — wet sounds of your pussy riding jude, the obscene stretch of erling in your ass, your shared moans filling the room. you lean forward a little, kissing jude deeply while erling leans over your back, kissing your shoulder and whispering praise. “our perfect girl. taking us both like you were made for it.”

you come again like that, the dual fullness pushing you over the edge without warning. “i’m coming— fuck, i’m coming!” you cry out, body shaking, pussy clenching tight around jude and ass pulsing around erling’s thick head.

that’s when they shift.

the moment your orgasm peaks, their control snaps. jude’s hands grip your hips harder, thrusting up sharper. erling growls low and starts fucking your ass with slightly deeper, rougher shallow strokes, the burn turning into white-hot pleasure. “that’s our slutty little princess,” erling grunts, voice rougher now. “coming with both holes full. gonna fuck you properly now.”

they don’t give you time to come down. jude sits up a bit, still inside you, and they maneuver you off him carefully but quickly. cum and arousal drip down your thighs as they position you, erling moves you onto all fours in the middle of the bed, then slams back into your pussy from behind in one powerful thrust, making you scream his name. “erling! fuck!”

jude stands at the edge of the bed, tall and commanding, cock right in front of your face. you don’t even need prompting — you open your mouth wide, tongue out, looking up at him with glassy eyes.

he slides in deep, hand in your hair, and starts thrusting while erling pounds you from behind, erling’s hips slapping loud against your ass, cock hitting deep and relentless, one hand reaching around to rub your clit roughly. jude fucks your throat in steady strokes, groaning every time you gag and moan around him. “fuck, listen to her. choking on my dick while you wreck her pussy. our greedy girl.”

you’re drooling, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity, but you love it. “mmph,” you try to speak around jude’s cock, pushing back against erling desperately.

they give it to you, rough and possessive, bodies moving in sync like they’ve done this a hundred times (in which, they probably have at this point). erling’s free hand smacks your ass lightly, the sting blooming hot as jude’s fingers tighten in your hair, controlling the pace as he fucks your face.

jude’s the first to break. his thrusts into your mouth get erratic, hips stuttering as he holds your head steady. “fuck, princess, gonna come,” he groans, voice wrecked.

you moan around him, sucking harder, eyes watering as you look up at him. he spills down your throat with a deep moan, thick and hot, pulsing on your tongue and you swallow every drop, whimpering softly as he keeps shallow thrusts through the sensitivity, his cock twitching with aftershocks.

“so good… you’re so fucking good,” he pants, finally pulling out slow, a string of spit and cum connecting your swollen lips to his tip. he strokes your cheek tenderly even as his body trembles from how sensitive he is, watching you with adoring eyes.

erling doesn’t slow down, instead he pushes your head down firmly into the mattress with one massive hand between your shoulder blades, forcing your ass higher, chest pressed flat against the sheets. the new angle makes him hit even deeper, his thick cock slamming into your soaked pussy with wet, punishing slaps. “take it,” he growls, voice rough. “take everything i give you, baby.”

you cry out into the sheets, voice muffled. “erling—oh god, yes, harder! please, i need it.” the roughness feels incredible after jude finished, your body already buzzing.

he fucks you harder, hips snapping forward with raw power, balls slapping against your clit on every thrust. his free hand slides up your back, then around to your throat. he squeezes lightly, tilting your head slightly so you can still breathe.

the pressure on your throat combined with the brutal pace has you seeing stars. your pussy clenches tight around him, gushing wetter with every stroke.

“i’m gonna come again,” you gasp out, voice hoarse and broken. “erling, please—fuck!” it hits you stronger than the others, louder too. you scream his name into the mattress, body shaking violently, walls spasming around his massive cock as the orgasm rips through you like a wave. your thighs quake, tears slipping down your cheeks from the intensity, every muscle tightening and releasing in pure bliss.

erling fucks you right through it, groaning deep at how your pussy milks him. only when your orgasm starts to fade does he let go of your throat, both hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he chases his own release. “good girl—my perfect princess. gonna fill you up now.” his thrusts turn short and deep, grinding against that spot inside you until he finally buries himself to the hilt and comes with a loud, guttural moan.

thick ropes of cum flood your pussy, hot and endless, spilling out around his cock as he keeps shallow thrusts to push it deeper. he stays inside you for long moments afterward, both of you panting, his big body draped over yours protectively.

jude’s already there, sliding onto the bed beside you, pulling you gently into his arms the second erling eases out. cum drips down your thighs, your whole body limp and glowing. they sandwich you between them, soft kisses on your shoulders, your neck, your forehead.

[babasonika]

[piecredheart]

Perfect Moment

Summary: Jude and Reader have been together since his Dortmund days. Now Jude was planning to propose after the World Cup but since getting kicked out by Argentina he doesn’t feel like he deserves you or anything. But what happens to make Jude finally pop the question?

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Jude had been carrying the ring for almost three months. It sat hidden in the back of his dresser, tucked inside a small black velvet box. Every time he looked at it he smiled excited to finally ask you to be his forever. But after England’s World Cup campaign ended with a heartbreaking loss to Argentina he couldn’t bring himself to even touch it.

You noticed the change immediately. You usually can tell when Jude wasn’t himself. The usually confident, teasing boy you’d fallen in love with was too quiet. You found him one evening sitting alone on the balcony of your home. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared out into the night.

“You’ve been out here for an hour.” He looked over and smiled weakly. “I know.” You sat beside him and neither of you spoke. You simply rested your head on his shoulder. Something you’d done ever since you were teenagers. Back then when football wasn’t nearly as loud. When your biggest worry was missing the train after school.

“Hey Jude do you remember our first apartment?” Jude laughed quietly. “The tiny one?” “Yeah, the one where the washing machine sounded like it was about to explode.” Jude chimed in. “And the heating barely worked.” You smiled. “We had one pan and two plate thinking we were living in luxury.” Jude chuckled. “We really did.”

“You know what I remember most?” He looked at you.“What?” “You.” He frowned. “Me?” “You coming home after training so tired you could barely keep your eyes open but you’d still help me make dinner.” Jude smiled.“I remember we almost burned down the apartment once.” “Hey we tried.”

The laughter slowly faded and the silence settled between you again. Finally Jude spoke up again. “…I’m sorry.” You looked at him. “For what?” “For letting everyone down.” “You didn’t.” “We were supposed to win.” “You tried.” “And it wasn’t enough.” You gently reached for his hand. “I hate seeing you blame yourself.” Jude looked down. “I just…” He swallowed hard. “I feel like I failed.” “You didn’t.” “I did.”

“You’ve been with me since Dortmund.” He smiled sadly. “When I was just a seventeen trying to prove himself.” “I know.” “You’ve celebrated every goal, every transfer, every trophy, and every loss.” He looked away.“I don’t deserve that...I don’t deserve you.” Your heart broke.

“Excuse me?” “I don’t deserve you.” The words came out so quietly you almost missed them. “You deserve someone who wins.” You stared at him in disbelief.“Jude.” “I’m serious.” “You deserve someone who doesn’t come home feeling like this.” You turned toward him completely taking both of his hands. “Look at me.” He hesitated but he did.

“When I met you, you weren’t Jude Bellingham the superstar. You were just a sweet boy who kept apologizing because he thought his jokes were terrible.” A laugh escaped him despite himself. “They were terrible.” “Believe me Juju they were. I didn’t fall in love with trophies.” You squeezed his hands. “I fell in love with the boy who walked me home after practice. The boy who gave me his hoodie because I was cold and forgot my own jacket. Who laughed at me saying he told me there was going to bring rain. You also stayed up all night helping me study even though he had training at seven the next morning.” Tears filled Jude’s eyes. “I don’t care about medals Jude I care about you.”

“You think one match changes how much I love you?” He shook his head slowly. “No it doesn’t.” “Not even a little.”

A few days later Jude finally visited home. His parents had invited everyone over for dinner. It was exactly what he needed with no cameras or interviewers in his face. Just him and his family.

Halfway through dessert Jude brother spoke up, “Jude?” “Yeah?” “When are you gonna marry Y/N?” The entire table went silent with you nearly choked on your drink. Jude looked up. “…What?” His brother looked completely serious. “You’ve been together forever.” His mom tried to hide a smile behind her glass and his dad suddenly became very interested in his plate. Jobe looked between the two of you.

“You know when people love each other…” He shrugged innocently, Jobe knew his brother was planning to propose he just wanted to help. “They get married.” Jude looked over at you and you smiled shyly. “No pressure.” The conversation did end and everyone moved on talking about something new. But something about those simple words stayed with him.

Later that night the two of you took a walk through the neighborhood. Just like when you two were younger with no destination but ti be with each other.

“Y/n can I admit something to you?” Jude suddenly stopped. “What is it?” He smiled nervously. “I’ve been carrying something around for months.” You raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” “I was supposed to ask you after the World Cup.” “…Jude?” He laughed softly. “But then…”He looked down. “I convinced myself I wasn’t enough.”You stepped closer. “You’ve always been enough.” He smiled. “You really believe that?” “I’ve believed it since I was seventeen.”

Jude reached into his jacket pocket and your eyes widened instantly. “No way…” He pulled out the little velvet box. “I kept thinking…” He laughed. “‘Maybe after the next win or after the next trophy. Or when I finally when I deserve her.’” He looked at you. “But…”He shook his head. “If these last few weeks taught me anything…” His eyes never left yours. “It’s that life doesn’t wait for perfect moments.”

He slowly lowered himself onto one knee. “I’ve loved you since we were just two teenagers in love. You’ve seen every version of me.” His voices cracked. “And somehow you’ve loved every single one.” Tears streamed down your cheeks. “I don’t know what the future holds or how many trophies I’ll win or even how many matches I’ll lose.” He smiled through watery eyes.

“But I do know one thing. Inever want to face any of it without you.” He opened the box. “Y/n L/N, Will you marry me?”

You didn’t answer right away instead you dropped to your knees in front of him taking his face in both hands. “You never had to earn me.” Your voice trembled. “You already had me.” You kissed him softly and when your lips parted you rested rested your forehead against his. “My answer would’ve been yes after the World Cup, before the World Cup, In Dortmund, anywhere.” A laugh escaped through your tears.

You smiled. “Yes, Jude a thousand times yes.” He slipped the ring onto your finger with shaking hands. The second it was in place he pulled you into the tightest hug he’d ever given you. “I love you.” “I love you too.” He laughed. “Our old selves would never believe this.” You smiled. “The ones sharing one tiny apartment? And the ones eating burnt food?” “The very same.” He grinned. “I think they’d be pretty proud of us.”

You intertwined your fingers with his, admiring the ring sparkling under the streetlights. “I think they’d just be happy we found our way back to each other.” Jude smiled before kissing your forehead. “And no matter how my career goes…” He looked at you with the same lovestruck expression he had all those years ago. “coming home to you will always be my greatest victory.”