okay I have an idea for jobe, Jude, or kylian Mbappe or all three where you do the prank where you ask them if they are allowed to get dessert or like a pasta instead of a salad or something like that I think that would be really fun! And maybe it be in front of their team or parents or something! Thanks

Hii I've been thinking about this concept for a while now! A fluff where reader teaches Jaafar how to style their daughter's type 4 hair (I honestly don't know whether it should be Majesty, Randy, or Jaafar but whoever is fine!)

Have you seen the bare minimum or princess treatment trend? I think that would be so cute with Jaaf!

can i request a fic where either jaafar or reader is drunk and the other has to pick them up and take care of them? lots of fluff and gentle kind of love and if you decide if reader gets drunk can you make jaafar just wholey focussed on her and is always checking in? i can see this being age gap jaafar as well!

i want to start by saying i LOVE your writing for michael and jaafar jackson, and i was wondering if you could do some like 70s!michael x reader where like michael keeps being later to meetings or rehearsals with the jacksons because him and his gf are all hold up im his room just making out, cuddling, sleeping, and stuff, and like they always get caught by anyone, like everyone has caught them at least once each, thank you!!

reader doing the “calling my boyfriend my husband“ prank on jude

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGdxL17D8/

(example vid and basically how I imagined the whole thing)

can just picture jude giggling to himself at this for real🐰🐰

“hello?” you answered convincingly, holding the phone up to your ear whilst jude sat beside you in the driver’s seat, scrolling on his phone absentmindedly. “yes, this is shake shack?”

“i’d like to put in an order for pickup — yeah, two shakeburgers with fries,” you cover the mic with your hand then, turning your head to talk with your boyfriend. “do you want cheesy fries or normal fries, babe?”

“normal — you know i don’t like cheese, love.” jude answered, your lip curling into a smile as you laugh softly. “i know but still, i wanted to ask; just in case.”

“and you want no pickles in your burger; and a chocolate shake with it too, right?” “mhm.” he nods, going back to scroll on his phone as you went back to your call.

“hello?” you speak, twirling your finger around a strand of your hair. “yeah so my husband and i would like to have a shake burger meal for the both of us — but with one of the meals, could you remove the pickles and make the fries normal and with the other, add more cherry peppers and make the fries cheesy?”

you could just about hear jude adjusting in his seat — catching him from the corner of your eye the way he stared at the side of your head, his eyes twinkling with something that looked a lot like mischief as his lips threatened to tug into a smile.

“any drinks? yeah one chocolate shake and then a fanta. and then for sauces — we’ll just have some ketchup and bbq sauce.”

you felt jude’s hand interlink with yours then, his smile still written across his face as you continued with the fake call. “oh okay, that’s fine — do you know what time it’ll be ready? so that my husband can go and pick it up?”

my husband. two simple words jude didn’t think could make him feel the way that he did — a sense of pride washing over him as his smile widened, practically cheesing in his spot in the driver’s seat.

“yeah, i can give you his name.” you nod, resisting the urge to laugh again when you felt him plant featherlight kisses across your shoulder and bringing your hand that were still interlocked with his up to his lips, ghosting across the sensitive skin. “yeah so his first name is jude — and then his last is bellingham.”

“..yes, he’s the footballer.” that made you smile, nodding as your boyfriend continued to plant kisses across the back of your hand and arm, the feeling of his smile against your skin sending shivers down your spine. “and it’ll be ready in 5-10 minutes?”

“yeah, that’s fine — alright thank you, have a nice day!”

“okay babe, i’ve set the order now,” you say once placing your phone back across your lap, turning your head to find jude still smiling hugely — in which you couldn’t help but smile back.

“so.” he acknowledges finally after a few moments of silence, his hand reaching to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “i’m your husband now?”

you bite down on your tongue as a laugh threatened itself out. “babe, what are you talking about?” “nuh uh baby — you know exactly what i’m talking about.”

“you said i’m your husband to the clerk on the phone.” “yeah and?” you shrug casually but the sparkle in your eyes was evident from the way jude’s smile was practically blinding. “i mean, it’s basically true — it’s just not in writing.”

“mhm.” he hums before stealing your lips for a searing kiss, the feeling of his smile against yours making you laugh softly. “judeee..”

“i liked that.” jude confesses, cupping your hand against your cheek, pulling away to plant another kiss against the side of your lips. “when you called me your husband.” another kiss, this time across the curve of your neck. “makes us feel more real — like you’re putting it out in the future for us.”

“mm,” you mumble lowly, taking great joy at your boyfriend before you pushed him subtly, his chin resting against your shoulder. “yeah well, i’ll make it a habit to call you that more often, husband.”

“fuck love..” jude groans into your neck again, electric shocks of pleasure spiking down your spine before it was immediately replaced by the feeling of the car roaring to life.

“we getting the burgers now?” you asked innocently, catching the mischievous glint that shone in your boyfriend’s big, brown eyes before he scoffs out a soft laugh.

“we’ll get the burgers.” he leans over to plant another kiss to your temple before grazing his lips against the shell of your ear, making your breath hitch. “and then once we’re home, i’m gonna make you feel exactly how my future wife should feel.”

“oh my god, jude!”

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